mass insomnia,
sirens sound, missiles explode...
the city cannot sleep
I admit, within every human relation
That there exists no true control.
There's always a chance of tribulation
But connection be always the goal.
We seek souls that bring us balance
And to help us feel complete.
When two souls together dance,
With it no feeling can compete.
But with love comes days of sorrow,
With secret tears being held at bay;
When one must question a tomorrow
And never quite knowing what to say.
Sometimes too much time feeling alone
Searching for the right words to share
How my mind is so often a war zone
And how moments of peace are rare.
Oh! You crazy kids of war zone,
I hate your painful cries that pierce my heart just as pebble or stone.
Oh! You filthy creature who do survive amongst blood & cadevar so well,
In such danger & atrocities I wonder how do u dwell?
Oh! U disgusting children who still dream of food, dress & toys ;
'Perhaps u are devoid of pain receptors and emotions' , I think so! about u poor boys.
Those powerful leaders who think this way & could stop this evil of war, I don't know for what reason silent they do stay?
So I poetess "FaraHaseeb" took the courage to put fro this & dare to say.
But I feel for you darling children; that one day it's gona be your victory.
As lord of the lords knows your pain & he promises 'after every hardship is an ease' & that's not contradictory.
Oh! Poor kids may your ceremony of birth & death around the globe could be different,
But the pain u all undergo similar to me it always meant.
So just hold your patience & courage a bit more soon to the world your innocence n wound would be revealed,
& that day those white collared dirt would be exposed and to hide with fake dignity they won't be able to find any veil.
War zone, battles we fight alone
Fears and desires spiral
Divine light sees darkness begone
As bliss throbs go viral
Thoughts rest, desires recede
Will to God, we concede
Allowing love to lead
Disown
War zone
12-November-2021
Quietus
There's a battle in every man,
A gun was fired, away I ran
and tragedy began
I have done all I can,
So I set forth upon eternal plan.
~Bite Size Poem#17 contest
~Sponsor: Line Gauthier.
War Zone
Rapid bullet pops
echo through midnight, chasing
away the old year.
D-o
H-ave hope
A-nd true faith
R-ight here at war
Z-one.
Topic: Birthday of Dharz P. Eclevia (May 14)
Form: Acrostic Lanterne
Burning and blazing meteors fell on my right and left
Is it from heaven or hell, why can’t they spare me just?
Searching for food I came, not for this war I detest!
Won second place in Threesome Poetry Contest sponsored by Silent One
Our porch looks like a warzone.
We keep it this way intentionally.
Not only do people not feel welcome,
But it is rare when a person will venture to our front door,
Fearing what might crawl out at them.
Grabbing them by their legs as they stumble through the debris.
To get to our broken doorbell, which does not alert us to their presence.
Haunted houses have more company than we do.
We look at each other and smile as a car stops,
But does not stay
Amazon package apparently.
flesh ... torn, mangled
faces wailing, stricken
gutters steep in coagulated blood
blood splatter silent moon.
My life is under attack
Enemies hiding in shadows
Snipers, ruining me so silently
Fighting an enemy I can't see
No hands to hold
Everyone is against me
Including you
The insides of me
Betraying me
Twisting me into despair
Grab your weapon
Target right at me
But watch me stand after each hit
Because I am better than these shadows
Take a step back,
After each blow
Then regain myself
I don't need a gun
I don't need you
I don't want it either
Keep targeting me
Knocking me down
I am saving it all up
To come running,
Attacking you all
Shattering this world
Once I am free
Life will be different
Wait and see
Always had a dream to be different
To stand out
To be important, this is me
I sit at my desk, an unremarkable posture
Crooked back, crouched forward
Hands, shaped like lobster claws
Ready to pounce on the invisible prey
However, my quarry is a thought, not yet set to reveal itself
Scrambled thoughts of memories ferment
Oozing out and dropping to the floor
Trampled on
A phrase or two lifts and permeates through my fingers
A loud click of the keyboard, followed by another
A symphony of automatic gunfire
This is a war zone
A killing field
Then silence
Coffee at nine
Internet browsing for the rest of the morning
I open the door to the bathroom
The girls having just had their bath
And what greets my eyes, I can only
Describe as a nuclear aftermath!
The carpet is perfectly sodden
It’s been bombarded with towels and clothes
Trickling down tiles is a long sticky mess
From the shower gel that wasn’t closed,
The bath sides are covered in shrapnel
Bottle tops, bubble bath and shampoo
With a blanket of talcum fallout
Covering the toilet, sink and floor too,
With the hostiles tucked into pyjamas
At least warfare, now, can cease
But it’s going to take forever
To bring this ‘war zone’, peace,
As I get to the end of the cleaning
The girls’ father comes walking in
“Is the water hot enough for a bath?”
And the holocaust starts again!
The flashes of light
The darkness of night
My eyes won’t turn away
From this strangely beautiful sight
Thunder roars and shakes my bed
The war zone is breaking loose
Tons of thought fill my head
But none run clear to count
Lights are flickering
Fear fills the minds of the fearful
Who knows nothing of this battle
To which not I fight
But is fought over me
Could I count the casualties
No not one
For that realm is unspoken,
Untouched and misunderstood
Yet one day when it’s over
It is I who will rise to victory
For I have already chosen the winning side
And I stand unshaken
Next-door is a nuclear war zone
Where furniture flew from windows
And screams echoed endlessly
Where holes filled the walls
And hearts quickly turned cold
It stands now, though broken
And we are all split
By an imaginary line
That even the sun can recognize
We weren’t killed by this war
But we were scarred forever
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