Short War Zone Poems
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D-o
H-ave hope
A-nd true faith
R-ight here at war
Z-one.
Topic: Birthday of Dharz P. Eclevia (May 14)
Form: Acrostic Lanterne
Improper placement of a soup spoon
topples a marriage gone wrong
Recalling your voice in a war zone
keeps my heart beating strong
I'm afraid that I might be die alone.
Out in the world, love is like a war zone.
All they want is payoff, but not amour.
Yet the love-light, for me, that never shown.
There's a battle in every man,
A gun was fired, away I ran
and tragedy began
I have done all I can,
So I set forth upon eternal plan.
~Bite Size Poem#17 contest
~Sponsor: Line Gauthier.
CARDS
Dark notes
Handwritten
Inscribed with despair
Torn by blood on edges
As triggers of war zone blast
“scripts lauding Dad’s heroism ”
Contest by nette onclaud
Clarity In A Treasure Box 6. 28.2016
Burning and blazing meteors fell on my right and left
Is it from heaven or hell, why can’t they spare me just?
Searching for food I came, not for this war I detest!
Won second place in Threesome Poetry Contest sponsored by Silent One
Life isn't a game, its a big war zone for souls that need to be saved.
I feel i should be highly paid therefore i rebel agaisnt a small wage.
I stay legal to stay out of the cage and stay single to avoid being played.
This is how i view life and its not going to change.
Form:
War zone, battles we fight alone
Fears and desires spiral
Divine light sees darkness begone
As bliss throbs go viral
Thoughts rest, desires recede
Will to God, we concede
Allowing love to lead
Disown
War zone
12-November-2021
Quietus
Hot pancakes in the thick of things;
Wet cement hardening in the thick of things;
Hot fudge sundae chocolate sticks to ice cream;
in the thick of things;
In a combated war zone surrounded;
in the thick of things?/
7/10/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Next-door is a nuclear war zone
Where furniture flew from windows
And screams echoed endlessly
Where holes filled the walls
And hearts quickly turned cold
It stands now, though broken
And we are all split
By an imaginary line
That even the sun can recognize
We weren’t killed by this war
But we were scarred forever
Form:
He knows
how family is a war zone,
strut meets
counterstrut.
Leaving and not
leaving soon enough,
the soft and warm
up for grabs.
He knows how life is war,
how sweet is victory
and how permanent and
devastating is defeat.
Love is the prize
and always has been.
Those outcast can only
squeeze tight to
hold themselves in.
News flash
Huge bash
Big fight
Last night
Clyde's Bar
Bizarre
War zone
Chairs thrown
Snouts poked
Gals choked
Eyes blacked
Ribs cracked
Hair snatched
Backs scratched
Throats slashed
Heads bashed
Tossed stools
Blood pools
Ears chewed
Tossed food
Knees kicked
Knives pricked
Low blows
Stomped toes
Dames sprawled
Cops called
Clyde's closed
Foreclosed
It wasn’t me
it really wasn’t
not like me at all
and come to think of it
It wasn’t you
Either
We were in a kind of
war zone
and people do
strange things
in times of war
Strange things like
lashing out
at the one person
who has your back
Strange things like
questioning
the loyalty of
everyone you know
Under siege for so long
hard to remember
sometimes-
we are not
at war with each other
a boom,
a crash.
I'm afraid.
You left me for a gunshot.
For all I know,
you could be dead.
Mommy is scared,
she cries all night now.
I just don't want to get the picture
of blood, read as the roses you gave mommy,
all around you.
I don't want to picture that bullet, heading to your head.
I don't want the image of a bomb,
tearing your limbs apart,
to haunt my mind.
Please,
leave the War Zone.
there’s something so painful about living
i’m too scared to die but im too scared to live
i feel my world closing in, but there’s no alternative
each day is a war zone and I have to be a warrior
but it’s not the life I’ve chosen and I just want to give in
my wrists are sore and the blood has been drawn
my head hurts but my heart aches for more
I long for a day of nothing hurting,
but I know that’s just the pain of living
They live in a war zone, battling, absent of pause,
While seeking from within some exonerating cause;
Their existence is no more than one breath on a string,
They squint at the carnage, their war's sure to bring.
Having no distant future for the moment they exist,
All because of some substance free wills can't resist.
While their string continues their brains do so fry,
It has made drugs our problem a fact we can't deny.
It's like I’m looking at myself in the third person
Unable to live
Unable to talk
A zombie walking around
Trying to live like I used to
Trying to pretend that I’m fine
But a war zone commentates my brain
I smile and the whole deepens inside my heart
Like a hurricane twirling
I can’t even focus
Or remember things
Part of me went with you
And my mind can’t understand
I’m trying but each day reverses
And it makes less sense
A time loop
If I am to write a poem on love,
then I straight away think of you.
Older and wiser, offering unconditional
open hearted, opened armed embrace.
A love that knows what it is like
to be born into a war zone.
A love to step in when others stepped out.
I would not be here now without you.
So on your birthday here's my love.
Returned in this little package.
I send an enormous hug across the world.
Big sister, big friend, big part of my life.
07/07/2017
it was like a war zone
people killed all around
one school completly torn down
blood shed like leaves
children had no chance
lives forever changed
MOTHER NATURE IS IN CONTROL
Form:
Our porch looks like a warzone.
We keep it this way intentionally.
Not only do people not feel welcome,
But it is rare when a person will venture to our front door,
Fearing what might crawl out at them.
Grabbing them by their legs as they stumble through the debris.
To get to our broken doorbell, which does not alert us to their presence.
Haunted houses have more company than we do.
We look at each other and smile as a car stops,
But does not stay
Amazon package apparently.
finding myself, the in-quest, a war is going on, trying to find you in the
war zone, tears sweat and blood, the last conquest, all the strangers can
see, they see us playing in the autumn leaves, winter is just moments
away, holding each other's hand, running around in the rain, our souls
are no longer in control, at heaven's request.. our flesh immediately
disappears.. who knew we would never see or even feel the sunshine
again.. all the strangers could see it..
Tennis on the television.
Heinous sneezes from my toddler.
Lettuce bits sprayed across our laps.
Menace to society's Joe the Waddler,
Arriving at the war zone toy room,
Deriving future campaigns in his mind.
Writhing within the haze of colored plastic he's
Diving into Roman ruins, covered in shiny blocks, laying supine.
In walks the 5-year-old
And our most decorated of soldiers.
Endowed with the wisdom to sleep in, she's now
Entwined with Daddy, smelling of warm bed and Folgers.