Grief War Poems

KNOWN JUST TO GOD AND ME
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These thoughts will follow
whenever the soldiers go...
to be with them into the battlefield,
reciting the shortest prayer
to protect them as a shield
in moments of uncertainty and...

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I am violence
I yearn for peace
I sit on fields for days and days
eager for its arrival

I do see men,
splitting their skin and tearing their flesh
Blood...

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The soldier let out a wounded sigh,
And tried hard not to cry.
The battlefield was now bloody,
And thanks to a torrential rain, it was quite muddy.

It...

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In Hiroshima, a city of peace
A single bomb of nuclear release
The victims' screams, a haunting sound
A level of destruction so profound

A Japanese city once so...

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Midst the ruins of a once proud city blown apart by a holocaust of destruction, 

Men of war with fierce firing flames killing all without...

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“Unadorned is a heart that’s stripped of its beauty.”
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Peace and unity sing in harmony, echoing worldwide,
When acts of humility replace revenge-infused pride,
When narrowness of mind, naked ambitions subside,
When nations of goodwill, stand together...

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This is a small tribute to one of England's
Finest world war 1 poets who died
A week before the great war ended. Nov. 4th 1918

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When her shadow falls on yesterday,
And the memory erases the hopes and dreams,
Like faded stars in a warm, summer sky –
Her fickle heart makes its...

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The Bitter Soil, Gaza 2024

Earth, Gaia, mother of us all
wars defile her sacred gifts
we sow the dead like seeds
reap a harvest from our guns

in this...

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A tumour abated alters and waits.
Pathway incised, a new one it makes.
Spreading and forming, roots growing down.
The moment’s now here, a mighty rebound.

Battle exhausted, the...

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Only the dead have seen the end of the war. - George Santayana

Even when I sit at my window,
Watching birds peck the sunflower seeds,
Feeling blessed...

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The Eastern window is open
and early morning birds sounds
invade the room.
Drawn blinds are no defense
as one after the other
the inevitable rays of light
sneak in around...

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I am the void
I am the wrath
I am the undulating sun seraph
In the temple of the butterfly
The shadow is my alibi 

~moths, in rooms full...

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