Anti War Poems | Examples

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Premium MemberDog-faces in the dark '

I feel for the G I's, i am agahst.' Lets try this
Surmise.? They are to fight to deflect the
Heat of the files.? Is what I get.' Just like
the survivors; pawns for human value deniers.' Damn well makes me sick..
So i'm giving the planners a virtual
Kick.)


Premium MemberThe Selfish Egos of War

It’s usually old men who pretend
They have something to lose 
In sending younger stronger men
To war, it’s a selfish thing to do

If your youth abandoned you
You seek glory in other ways
As a fertile man in youth
Rarely did you save the day

Unless you were a veteran 
Which most likely you were not
For if so you would know
About semper fi going in hot

You would be more aware
Of how it feels to lose a fight
When boots on the ground is a dare
And everyone will not survive

Premium MemberThe Selfish Egos of War

"I am great. I'm an elephant in strength.
I'm a lion, tiger, bear, and beaver.
I can measure things by their breadth and length.
Am I not the globe's greatest achiever?"

Thus, the ruler said and proclaimed a war.
Things turned into a hustle and bustle.
Terror and tension lurked in each one's core.
Nature, with an anguish, seemed to rustle.

Artillery and anti-tank missiles
With naval and air-based weaponry clashed.
Amidst thunderous blasts, roars, and whistles
Unquenched egos, into shells, crashed.

Blood, from the wounds of the soldiers, bubbled.
Deaths and decays of the humans doubled.

Premium MemberHarvesting Love Not Hate

If you plant the seeds of love You'll reap gorgeous flowers of love If you spray the seeds of hate Many plants and trees Will blossom flowers of hate And you won't like the fate Nobody enjoys death and miseries Ugly, dirty and evil flowers And people with ill manners Love is the answer Hate is a toxic cancer Be positive and make sense All the time Is obviously not a crime Violence is unacceptable Peace is divine and preferable Please use good common sense.
Copyright © May 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

Premium MemberPsychedelic

There are colors that please the eyes:
Rainbows, sunsets, and a sunrise
On psychedelic, I can't gaze
Without recalling careless days.

Ponytails, psychedelic shirts
Flower girls in long, faded skirts
Hippies searching in mushroom clouds
Anti-war protests drawing crowds

Talk of love is everywhere
Psychic wisdom floats in the air
Peace and love in every song
Thinking all the world can be one

While in the flower fields afar
Youths die fighting another war.

POTW!
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.


Premium MemberIn the Shadow of Sunlight

Dark and vile truths are known to hide
in secret places that don't confide
their nature to the light of day. 
Bodies to skeletons decay
in a closet or a deep well - 
an unknown place, a hidden hell.

What is more shocking to me -
the ugliness for all to see,
as folks stroll by without a care,
as if there were nothing there, 
when darkness hides in plain sight
in the shadow of the sunlight.

The averted eyes and numbed brains,
as decency no more remains,
as genocides among our species,
without alarm, as he sees, she sees -
For eons man has endured this plight
in the shadow of the sunlight.

Premium MemberPeace:War


At the anti-war protest violence erupts.

Premium MemberNever Again, Again

Who defended Jews from Nazis in WW2
     A few brave souls here and there
   Foul-smelling smoke from crematoria arose
     The masses turned aside, held their nose

   Only dirty Jews being gassed, burnt, chopped up and flayed
     Only unclean Jewish women being gang-raped by the SS night and day
   Only Jewish genitals being irradiated in sexual experiments
     Only 'Jew-dogs' ~ their essence, filth and excrement 

   Today, Islamists shout 'Allah Akhbar,' then slaughter
     Jewish grandmas, wives, babies, sons and daughters
   The West cowers, labels them 'militants,' not terrorists
     Israel, retaliate: Shoot every Hamasnik dead
                     ~ Not a single one can you afford to miss

Premium MemberAll Quiet On the Western Front By Erich Maria Ramarque



      Anti-war novel 

      of knight facing humanity

       being  stabbed.

      All quiet on 

      Anti - war movement.

Premium MemberInvincibles

Could it be that humanity is self-destructive? Seems we have moved beyond self-preservation I’m thinking any semblance of brotherhood lost, Little interest in anything constructive. Apparently lust and greed are the new norm No matter whom they hurt, or what it costs, Understanding and compassion are lacking Freedom says little will to conform. Weren’t there once inviolable universal principles Actions considered too egregious to consider? Now, it seems that nothing is out-of-bounds To the haughty, the dictators, or the “invincibles.”
written February 26, 2022

Premium MemberDrums of War

Drums of war are beating
With bated breath the world is waiting 
As Russia threatens to annex Ukraine
And NATO bares its fangs at her to refrain
 
Down this road we have been before
It brought nothing but calamity to the fore
The world should head to the table of dialogue 
And Ignore leaders with conceited monologue

COVID 19 pounded the world to economic paralysis 
Amidst climate change crisis
Let the world rise and say no to aggression 
To save the planet from total annihilation

Premium MemberBattle Cry

Turn the tables on those
  haughty bosses you wait on
    Turn on them aggressively
      ~ like a mastodon

Premium MemberOscar-Ku 16 -Casablanca

anti-Nazi theme
Rick’s Café Américain-
play it again Sam ;)






Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved. 
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberThe Attila In Me

"So how are you today, Hun?"
I always picture myself in terrible armor when I hear this.
The Attila in me wants to run her through with my sword.
I look behind the couch.
Not there.
I look under the couch.
No.
Could it be stuck on something?
I find the sword three days later,
when I'm not in the mood to
even use it.
So what good is it anyway?
Which is why I
have trouble with the
cheapness of bullets.
Give them all the guns
and permits you want,
folks, but each
bullet should cost about
$100,000.
The Attila in me picks up the sword.
Got to go.

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