Uniforms Poems - Poems about Uniforms

...Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another s......Read the rest...

...Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another s......Read the rest...

...Believe it or not, their ubiquitous webs Are everywhere; they are the dictators Who kidnap, maim, torture and kill teachers, Poets, ordinary folks and babies in their cribs. They rob and ransack ......Read the rest...

... During a bad storm one night I turned on my television Grey and black flickering lines appeared, obscuring my vision I went outside and saw the aerial had bent over but it would have to wai......Read the rest...

...In bustling cities where dreams take flight, Amidst the chaos, people strive and sway, A tapestry of faces, colors bright, Unity in diversity, a sight divine, In every heart, a love beyond compar......Read the rest...

...In a foreign lush green sprawling land A patchwork carpet stitched together In shades of tawny browns yellows and green Rugged rock forest and wind-swept moor Is a awe-inspiring spectacle to be s......Read the rest...

... When I heard an old friend from high school was sick I picked up my high school yearbook from the shelf were it has stood. and when I opened it…I paused…it smelled like childhood. I hadn’t see......Read the rest...

...Free Speech is a pied-piper of artificial colours and flavours – mixing to grey, watching The Censor’s Army in red uniforms march close, as arson flames turn to incense. Who wants to be God? ......Read the rest...

... School was a mile and a half walk from home, across roadways, busy streets and railway lines and through parklands patrolled by swooping magpies in spring. We thought nothing of it when it......Read the rest...

...I became friends with the darkness The sun has become a myth The Rain was only a comforting sound And how I missed the snow The walls were covered in tally marks Counting the days But seems t......Read the rest...

...The war is nothing but a metasexual celebration among homosapiens, A grotesque dance of destruction, where bodies confront each other in an orgy of violence. Soldiers become avatars of the primordi......Read the rest...

...27-12 was a long day The Christmas began with a labor dispute at the cafe in our building the chef didn't want to come in and cook on a Saturday unless she received extra pay. The cafe owner t......Read the rest...

... How the wind plays across the water in changing patterns, its skittish mood drawn in ripples and rivulets of sparkle under a morning sun. The small boats fidgety at their moorings as......Read the rest...

...Junior of hate and envy on Earth that always burns hearts of All jealous folks who Like to do evil On daily basis in mysterious Uniforms from some evil Spirits and Devil.......Read the rest...

...The fog clears as we hear the, War cries in the distance, In our crisp new grey uniforms. They tell us of the ideology, That propels us to war. Our eyes have been shielded, By their lies, and w......Read the rest...