War Poetry - Poems about War Poetry

I feel to say,  I feel to say loud ,  loudly today But If I say the truth Many people won't see this injustice. Why  mass killings of innocent people? I feel to say,  I feel to say loud ,  loudly today But If I  say the truth many sentimentalits won't see atrocities Why mass killings of innocent...

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On the point of mountain Kilimanjaro with my paints, pencils, rulers and brushes looking at the entire Africa. Many pictures of more than fifteen millions innocent christians Congolese killed in the wars  from 1996 to today and the World is so silent. On my first drafting big board, dead bodies of innocent children, men...

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What is making him feel to be the enemy of everyone? He plays war games in the world and mean protecting his people. He put military bases all over the World. Everyone sees him as their big enemy, As he forgets that is putting his folks in a big danger. Others think to put military Bases close to him in...

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One day the war must be stopped, and all the unfortunate will survive. But those who gone forever, how will they revive? How will the children get back their parents who are died in the war, how will they get back their old smile? Trust me, in war, nobody wins, humanity cries aside and hatred smiles with the constant grins....

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No dulcet it was cries of peace amidst gunfire shells and smoke lingered....

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War Is... War is unkind to servicemen, women, animals, flora, fauna, nature's terrains, seas, atmospheres, and everything else War is unjust and unethical to everyone War is the slaughtering of innocent young and old men and women of both sides which are fighting for their leader's version of freedom, or simply protecting themselves from so called enemies War is...

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Silent, dawn crept low and solemn Over the Virginia valley The misty orange haze of a pale sunrise Cloaking the farmer's field Blue and Gray, mixed with red Life fleeing with each labored breath, Stillness broken only by The rattle of death's leave Mother Earth sorrowfully accepts The pain, the regret, the wastefulness. Generations lost forever, Over the cornfields of Antietam....

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Turn tyrant tradition topsy turvy and rid the tooth ridden with scurvy Muffle mrtre with monosyllabics Trim words ,morgage meaning, Call Shakescene full-fledged Freud, Pope, refined rhymster, yeats,a man of metaphysical mist, Weird contrition has no place in poetry It's rootless tree quite carefree all agree Forgive if you find these words riddled Lines limping for I want poetry to drag and Screech like...

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