Warred Poems - Poems about Warred

Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey _______________________ ...

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Underneath blood red sky there was an unforgettable fire, burning away hopes and dreams into a blaze of smouldering ash. Unheard screams with surprised attacks stabbed in the back by enemy hands drawing guns and blowing up homes taking land, with prisoners of war stuck in cells of hellish confinement. Black clouds loom overhead with many soldiers dead, many families severed...

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It’s happening again. Red-hot Guerrillas breaching my porcelain surface, Angry little bombs exploding, leaving my land a red war zone, And I can’t find Concealer, who has gone A.W.O.L, deserted its place in line, after Foundation, before Powder. I send Hands to search the recesses of my desk, the scattered costumes on my floor. Their time bombs tick And I need Concealer for this daily...

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Through Flanders fields old ghosts cry and weep Through the petals of blood red poppies Even the soaring birds mute their mournful cry In deference to souls sacrificed in vain The end of all wars was a prize worth dying for Those that lie here never knew the truth Blood that spewed from their shattered bodies Never quenched the flames...

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little boy blue out stirring the coop out in the woods allergic to something this one thing little red never knew chicken soup tell me shes just sick get me the hunter little boy blue the cheaptrick to outsmart the wolf the wolf is just another sheep dejavous to have this dance side step the hay fever and little boy blue will play a tune for you deja vous have...

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A dot crept Tarnishing a blue sky. A red ball, a period, paused in small hands. Something twinkled in the sky—falling. An eye closed and a thumb raised: Smearing it, mocking it. A thousand gossamer threads trailed it. And Atropos—sublime, dreadful Was patient at her platform blades, hungry, dull from work Then: white, a silent white, a sheer white Flash, a Fatman burst Hell: bodies...

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Through the telescope We view the planet Mars Explosions aplenty Leaving planetary scars Two nights pass As comets appear All over the world Do we panic or fear The very next morning Cylinders are found Metallic and shiny Making a humming sound An unscrewing grind These cylinders emit As the public witness In staring commit Slowly rises A staring eye Emerald green Us it spies As we approach It climbs so high Staring back at us In a...

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"A Terrorist Act On Friday the 13th" (a true story! and no one to tell!) 2 pm Friday the 13th a red demon was parked at the "Castle of State Farm" by a bus stop the bald headed red demon, was stalking a unsuspecting 41yr old unprotected woman... with one deep breath the red demon let out...

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"Drunk On Red rum" why must it be this way why must they do the things you do why must there be so much hurt and pain turned out in to the cold bruised by hard unthinking deeds i think its just for the money so I fight a battle I can not win and fall...

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The snow fell on bloody ground turning the white to red, eating the silent flakes till they disappeared into red dust. The hand lay still...hopelessly bound in death. Warm red snow was not meant to melt and cover white life with lust. No breath melted the blanket of white dancing playfully on the mother's son who lay coldly quiet 'neath nature's cover. He...

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