Short Siege Poems

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Premium Member SILENT SIEGE

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ wire gauze tremors~ pointed spinnerets pivot, dew traps dawn’s first light
Form: Haiku


Premium Member The Siege of Vicksburg

Acoustic shadows haunted hills
and crawled within a sleepless cave
where peace was whispered in a wish 
and silence was an endless prayer.
The sound of tears dripped in the wind
that carried din until it bled
the last of life from hungry lips,
the last of love from hopeless hearts...
war

Under Siege

constant reminder
the failure I am...

I can stand here and I
hear your ongoing demands...

your disappoints...

your total dissatisfaction
this realism-

your life you criticize...

back off!..

I've heard enough
my only disappoint met
is for you...

...I never was enough...
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Siege of the Golden Door

Siege of the Golden Door


I heard their shouting as I slept,
The evil dead, straining at the gates of Hell.
With the spirits’ seven pens of light,
They maraud all from behind the golden door.
A warning: I must arm myself with lore,
To learn the way to shut that door
Before they come.
Form: Narrative

Doom's Siege

Here I stand
in this arena of lost souls
My feet forced me here


My breath fails me
I smell dry tears
Soon,i'll be drunk from it


Tragedy has been here
Pain,a visitor this august
a stranger turned owner


Disaster's home lies here


Family of sorrow,you birthed
its agony fills a book
this houshold despairs


Doom thrives here


Society Under Siege

New Age Freedom; I baulk at that
Remembering & keeping Gods laws is what will keep us all in tact
Independence is keeping His laws & maintaining family bonds
Societies are under siege, countries threatened & being bombed
Our liberties lie at the edge as we knock on Sodom’s door 
Oh let us be wise & put back the Lord at our head once more
Form: Rhyme

Lilacs Under Siege

Chameleon eyes of fear pinned beneath her writer's face  
is it Sophie's one demise when she writes and doesn't blink    
As the fertile seed of doubt arrives like pepper scented mace   
fear is the only slinking cat alive beneath her scented ink  

January 2, 2019
Fear is a slinking cat I find beneath the lilacs of my mind." - Sophie Tunnell
Form: Rhyme

The Siege

Dual fall of the brass.
From the bine, 
from the bliss of flower strength. 
An apparition 
of infiniteness of agony.
Becoming one with failures.

It tends to stay 
and enters the forbidden city 
of endless gods.Me beseeching, imploring 
to remain poor of any treasure.
The mysterious pain 
a trap cannot catch.

Oh,pass on a cloud 
my eyes want to rain.


Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

Premium Member Cycle Siege

Crest fallen try to make best of something Left lost for US no life of hope returned All like dopes obeyed the sudden shifting Alarmed adrift while pointless parody remained Wracked with joyless laughing nature cries Arrested skies attest how man abstained Under cycle siege a reign of mixed belief Advancing chaos judgement failing all disdained
Form: Rhyme

Unrun the Siege

Though the air tastes like the chance of defying, 
we are about to unrun the siege against the coming havoc tonight
for we already embrace its touch and learned to accept the inevitable.
The light is still scratching at the windows begging us to let it in at last,
but my soul was bonded: engraved into your shadow, 
dreaming about the firmament of stars; an era of freedom 
- long before we became the prisoners of our own sun.
© Diana Bosa  Create an image from this poem.

Siege

Free spirit above the ground,
God's created you.

You insist to have a ceiling, wall,
And windows to overlooking to world!

Limitless time outside your attention
God's gave you.
You insist, to suppress, between (clockwise)!

Fruit, trees and shades
God's honoured you.
You insist but bread, bread collar your neck!

Free spirit above the ground
God's created you.
So why by your hands, jailed?

Written by © Fatima Nusairat

The Siege

Life is getting sadder by the day.

In our tiny town,
winter has devoured summer
suddenly and swiftly
as the wolf devours the sheep.

A fresh killed rabbit leaves 
a trail of warm blood
on the virgin snow.

People worn down like stone'
numbed like broken branches.

The puny warmth yearned for
kindles consistent chills.

A tyrant has taken
over our town.

Will anyone remember us
or even care when this
ceaseless weather has covered
forever this once euphoric town?

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