Short Truce Poems
Short Truce Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Truce by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Truce by length and keyword.
Truth be told
Truth be lied
Nothing left to hide
I get the power to reside
No more just confide
Be by my side
Truth trust slide
Form:
Are you also truly, undoubtedly, deeply in love with me?
Or is it all purely, shamefully one big ruse?
Are you and I ever going to call upon a truce?
This rose will surely die
Just as surely
my love for you never will
Sad and dry
this occasional bloom
But I can still smile
knowing petrified love
is still absolute beauty
Declare Truce Which Would Reduce
What they did do was declare a truce,
That prices would eventually reduce;
Profit expand,
We demand;
Trump came up with a perfect excuse.
Jim Horn
I don’t make excuses,
and won’t pretend
But I do attack,
and will defend
If your argument's weak,
with reasons thin
No mercy shown
—or truce to win
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
warriors risk lives
post . . . Merry Christmas . . . dance . . . hug
love on Western Front
May there be Peace on Earth – Merry Christmas
David Meade
12-20-2014
Live Generously
Form:
Here’s the forbidden gate I open,
The fear abdicates and I shake hands with the demons.
As treacherous as it seems, I even it smoothly,
Dealing the ache with silence is my specialty.
The refusal that my grey days will be bright again,
Is the strongest weapon for the evil….
Time which once was is now gone
Seconds ticking on and on
Time just keeps on passing by
It stops not to cheer or cry
Time, we've no control o'er it
It's got no patience to sit
Time, we must make the best use
Only way to make a truce
05.26.2021
An uneasy truce hovers in the air
combatants tense, no soldier dares
to catch a minute's sleep
the price of that, far too steep
Minutes pass, they feel like hours
searchlights flare o'er watchtowers
The truce so far's held half a night
soldiers curse to mask their fright...
Assaulted by man and machine,
Intertwining branches of pristine woods
Form a brave barrier.
A paved path,
Line of demarcation,
Divides Nature from civilization.
The truce is uneasy;
The detritus of man
Encroaches upon the boundary.
Thus man defiles the very sanctuary
He spiritually needs,
Diminishing himself in the eyes of the gods.
A truce was made on that snowy hill
By the Grinch and Santa, I heard from Bill
They decided to get along for a little while
Their terms were torn into bits in a giant pile
They fired their lawyers and got rid of their wives.
We can agree on something, they said, giving high fives.
It took almost a year, but that was okay.
They finally agreed the next Christmas Eve Day.
Guns fell silent, nervous heads appeared,
one by one from the trenches climbed,
for a short while no-one feared,
some spoke while others mimed.
They kicked a football,
hugged fellow man.
Peace to all.
We can
stop
In memory of the Christmas truce in 1914, when men from both sides,
for a brief period, forgot their differences. For contest 'It's Christmas time again', sponsor Broken Wings
November 26th, 2017
She sat there spell bound
It's so hard to believe
Never has she been speechless
It’s a miracle it seems
No one could comprehend
Why the sudden change
Half time was over
It was back to the game.
The miracle suddenly disappeared
She was her same old self
Her mouth in full gear
No one could figure what had happened here
Then a wise old man
Stood up and said
If we can’t watch the game
Your commercials are dead
Cile Beer