Short Weaponry Poems

Short Weaponry Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Weaponry by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Weaponry by length and keyword.


Premium Member A Wink

   What a wink signifies is oft-mysterious
      even in jest, ultra-serious 

   Heralding the existence of mental telepathy
      potent bond of intimate weaponry
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Arms Race

Nuclear missiles
  as outdated as whistles

Hypersonic jets
  don't scare my pets

Multiple warheads
  won't knock you dead

The winner of my weaponry race
  two loving arms take first place
Form: Couplet

God's Greater Love

Grace is our weaponry.
Masterful minds, plagued by
mankind's hard-won knowledge,
are the battlefield.

Insight leads to readiness,
To be blessed beyond,
all human intellect,
by God's greater love.
Form:

Premium Member Anne Surely

As a Smith and Wesson:
Weaponry;
Corralled and shooting out,
Every word to be;

She’s endowed,
With a round butt, and balcony;
So, harkens to hotness: 
Her Summer eave;

Her beauty, to me, existentially,
Is like nature,
Or a green gable,
Canopy –
Form: Lyric

Poetry

Proses and poems
Pictured prevail
Emotions emancipated 
Feelings of frail

Stances and stanzas
Words weaponry
Therapeutic tensions
Designated decree

Odes of oration 
Verses verily victorious 
Whimsical writes
Grandeur of glorious

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


Breath Apon Memories

Your breath
apon
my memories

Twirling
apon
loves weaponry 

Cycling
between
lying signs

Out of this
whirling
I have climbed

Your breath
apon
my memories

Spinning
apon
loves treachery

Blowing
between
hurtful rhymes

Out of this
tornado
I have survived

Throne

A man's work is his kingdom 
So I never stop constructing,
Equipping my throne 
With armor and weaponry,
Force field's and hidden nukes
But my garden green!
A lawn with lime flower petals 
Branched out trees,
The sky blue and sunny
I love my guardians,
And they never stop growing.
Form: List

Premium Member some warped pen-tags-on

ah...the fm radios old rock
and classical stations be
my mind for the day...

then...the news cast echoes
of the dark shadows of
an all out war over...

the...whole middle east with
real possibilities that it
may include use...

of...the nuclear weaponry from
many different sources for
profits and or power...


stan sand
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Day the Romans Levelled the City

The column of Romans came from the east
They mowed down our stone structures
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
We were all intimidated as the amphitheater fell
This was totally unexpected and frightening.

We ran from them for there was no choice
They had the power, and they were fierce
We were minions, who only knew tools
We did not know weaponry or war
And we did not want to.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Feral instinct

Blatant display 
of weaponry
on Republic day,
perhaps tradition,
invoking pride
and patriotism 
but somehow I feel,
such muscle flexing,
crass and vulgar,
is best avoided
by all regimes
who so flaunt
aggressive intent
but there’s a vote bank,
that looks forward 
to fanning fires
and so the monarch 
goes with the script
which is proven
to keep him
and his cronies
in power.
Form: Verse

Time Gentlemen Please

What caused and made me try this cryptic voice
  Did I or did I not have any choice
  is Time so cruel to teasingly disgrace
  The weaponry I choose to seal my fate
  Silence is so easy to embrace and use
  I could yet stay a shy reclusive muse
  If not for this my desperate attempt
  at words of rhymed intention
  Alas Alack  this stolen  time
  I'd saved to spend
  in quiet contemplation

Premium Member Lust For Lithium


                   lithium
element of exploitation and mayhem 
used in rechargeable batteries
prevention of Alzheimer's disease
spacecraft and nuclear reactors
advanced war weaponry.
They say a trillion dollars' worth
is under the blood and burn of Afghanistan.
It was never about whacking bin Laden or democracy
It was all about greenbacks and kickbacks.
         Xi is now licking his lips

Killing Kilojoules

my noble efforts seem to be in vain 
my sweat army fights a huge enemy 
In every ugly battle we take strain 
battle weary troops are my penalty 
my weak will my only soft weaponry 

defiant kilojoules taunt my sweat troops 
they gather themselves in organized groups 
their guerrilla warfare holds the war reign 
a sneaky snack attack caused a big whoops 
now I have to rethink my whole campaign 

-19 July-
© Just James  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Dizain

Premium Member Lilacs

Lilac bush full
          spring's ties to nature's core
Buds that kidnap smell
Sweet layers of scent weaponry
Panoply burst of blooms
           modesty displaced
Flower cradles barely hinged by gravity

Purple bunches 
            that color the center of consciousness
            sweeping away grassroots complaining
            sweeping off a time drifting to cruelty
            freeing the buttoned restraints of love

Premium Member account-trees money

the time-river-bank be
lined with account-trees branching...
so the dollar-leaves float

to where they be economically
kneaded as future debt for weaponry...
from an even-easier scrooge

who computer-eyes future
decades of payback that never end till...
the last dollar-plum-met

says those who profit from fighting
are nothing but existent school-yard gangs...
to be sent to fight on melting icebergs


stan sand
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The War of Meter 7 7 7 7

Impulse impulse impulses
That seven metric beating
Sets forth the measure even
Sooth hear heart beat you see ah

Seven beats the CPU,
Seven for the storage true,
Seven for the network's flight,
Seven keeps the fleet in sight.

Sir acknowledged Admin 'o
Fleet of e'ver Sea O War!
Weaponry worth knowing see,
Logic knowledge a must, now

Torp an enemy with blow
Seven matrix and row - four
Scatters over, under Sea,
penetrate their iron bow.
© Scott Hamm  Create an image from this poem.

War

Upon the battlefield, 
Blades clash, and arrow whiz,
Guns fire, and artillery booms,
War is here for eternity.

Never changing, we fight our bloody wars,
Like medieval times, we fight still,
All that has changed is the weaponry,
We still kill one another given the chance.
As a general once said, 
‘War is just another form of diplomacy.’

War in eternity, not even gone when we reach the stars,
Spaceships with guns, 
To fire upon hostile aliens.
War is here to stay.
© Liam Kelly  Create an image from this poem.

God Save Us From Improvements -

easy open zip-lock re-sealable bag tear along dotted line no wrong place try a little below dotted line crap well maybe a little above dotted line wrong again you’re not holding your mouth right bite and tear the little bastard s.o.b open ouch try weaponry damn right that did the trick sh-t spilled it all over the freekin floor cut my finger too flip it a bird jump on it stomp and grind with both feet what now get a bandage go back to the store buy two more just in case easy open zip-lock…
Form: Prose

Premium Member Gi Joe

In the great wide world of children’s toys,
whoever thought of making dolls for boys?
Such a brilliant idea materialized long ago.
The company hatching the idea was called Hasbro.
This doll made for boys is called “GI Joe”.
He has uniforms from all branches of the military.
Joe sports all kinds of sophisticated weaponry.
He can speak after you pull his string.
Whoever thought of such a clever thing?
He was popular then, and is still strong today.
GI Joe appears to be here to stay.
Form: Rhyme

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