Warred Poems - Poems about Warred

Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey ...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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,...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

"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...Read the rest...

"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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...