Short Warfare Poems
Short Warfare Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Warfare by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Warfare by length and keyword.
the bombsight is for warfare not bowling but we are squalidly in .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
delve and curb or puff always she the ballerina howells in hippie warfare
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
Form:
One day I was playing
a game named MODERN WARFARE 2
and there is soo many noobs
but as a noob owner
I owned them ALL
EXTREMEEEE
Form:
On
the
margins-
negative
spaces in the floor.
Ekphrasis after Shobboleth by Doris Salcedo (happing installation at Tate
Modern)
A panacea on warfare,
Eradication of hatred,
Obliteration of terrorism,
And then, Love Sweet Love.
©2015 by Lee Christine Brownlee
These walls conceal an ugly war
Kitty litter raids my floor
This tidy home I'm sworn to keep
A rugged broom's a tiresome sweep
Three cats are such a chore
From air a scientists extract alcohol
For Russians an excellent type of warfare
We will to drink until die out all,
But so enemies will die of lack of air
World becomes the hell
Rulers when cultivate greed
Hate begets revenge
Warfare body lives on blood
Deaths are politician's game
16.09.2020 Chattogram
What are you studying? I asked two co-eds.
One is getting a masters in tissue removal.
The other is getting a bachelor’s degree in pillowcase warfare.
Raising a whole new slew of questions.
Smoldering diadems
unwrap our parliament.
Superstitious super-intelligence
composing the lost years ironed to death,
crisp,
and smooth,
yet still dead.
The world is ending,
yet I can only think of you.
Gray ships
Docks and ports
Palm trees
And mangoes
Fresh breeze
Wide relief
A night on shore
Red lips, hot breath
Oh, no
Baby wails
Woman sits on golden land
Bundle in hand
Agony
The choice.
Arm yourself!...
Put on the armor of compassion...
Put on the armor of understanding...
Put on the armor of forgiveness...
Put on the armor of gratitude....
Lord Jesus, dress me in Your armor today. Amen
Life,
natural biological warfare...
Every day is born
the best and the worst,
this is normal...
life, one eternity
friendship, we desire
or not...
In the fight for life,
I'm a poet...
ego, alter,
not exactly me... !
Fringed by putrescent dusk
Fingernails dig beneath graveyard wounds
Fostered by lexical warfare
Within the harrowing fiascos of tomorrow
Nothing but bated memories
Braided by skin, coffee, and cigarettes
Branded by concrete whispers
Gaming (acrostic)
Give me that controller, I command with a shout
After this game and don't be a lout
Modern Warfare my dad adores
I know what I like, it's Halo 4
New games and new tactics we must learn swiftly
Gaming's the best on Xbox 360
A few words
Absence
Is not a peace
It is possibilities
Wasted
For the old
The stillness holds no peace
Only an echo of the undone
Peace is not an absence of war
Warfare is mechanical
A battle is the one we fight
With our demons.
Gathering by her western gates: jovial....
Their babies while arriving; this sought after
Day and desperation beginning to show his face
Biospiritual warfare namby-pamby's, pass waterloo ?
Jupiter's, rising swift the pendulum time's guillotine: delta.
Form:
Fix bayonets to fight the foe,
Over the 'top' to sound of shell.
Village men of Fingeringhoe
Fix bayonets to fight the foe.
Fighting for King and country lo!
Trench warfare sure is swell
Fix bayonets to fight the foe
Over the 'top' to sound of shell.
They found him outside the hospital,
Conveniently.
How he managed to get there
All his brain was blown away now,
There he stood in the emergency room
Pronouncing simply and forevermore 'Uh.'
The heart wrenching lament of
A defeated weekend warrior.
We are in Day One of the occupation, having survived the first night; however, in a surprise attack, they employed biological warfare and the defenses are at reduced fighting capacity. Pray for clear skies so we can we wear down their assault capability outside this afternoon!
This is America.
We kill everybody equally.
So do the Neo Soviets.
So do the English.
So do the Chinese.
So do the Muslim extremists.
So do the...
On and no it goes.
A meat grinder of death.
More fresh kills are needed.
Feed the death machine.
It's ravenously hungry...
ghostly Malvern Manor
haunting southwestern Iowa
growling in her attic
harsh warnings to psychic visitors
no bodily harm yet that I know of
definite psychological warfare
a few have run out screaming
others notice nothing at all
resolved to ignore the possibility of ghosts
MANOGARY
Low is the road most traveled
Treachery and chicanery
There is no dirty pool in a back alley brawl
Or guerrilla warfare
Or war at all.
Or love for that matter.
Matter of fact.
We all suffer somehow
All pride must eventually fall.
You get for what you have asked.
An almost dwarf from ukraine'
Who is real fond of warfare and gain
Got to the 'white house to barter'
Yet ended up starters
For calling; out' unsavoury names'
He then went to starmer'
another no charmer'
Causing Britian, much
anger and shame'
I hear daily its people complain!
My dulciana
Agonised me again,
But the ballerina
Floored as I'd never been.
Warfare can not euphemize
With tiger reverberation;
We always decimalize
For vicinal desiccation!
Is a unifoliate unproductive
Or nonradioactive?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)