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Poem Details | by
arthur vaso |
Categories:
america, death, international, surreal, wisdom,
The China Virus
It has no brain
yet it outsmarts
many little red funny caps
thanks to them
xi virus
will be great again
Poem Details | by
Chantelle Anne Cooke |
Categories:
color, death, heart, international, stars, time,
“Never the end…never!”
Death in armor rides true
Through universal star skies dew
His red halo glows as a blood brew
Opal bones burst roses stew
Souls swirl through his world heartbeat hue
Time touches truth blue
August 28th 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 4, August 2019 – Six Lines
Sponsor: Dear Heart – Wiishkobi Ode
First Place
Poem Details | by
Erik Spector |
Categories:
international, rainforest, sympathy, tribute,
The Black Widow Spider meets;
And by the strength of its teeth,
And the end of its long leg's feet...
It defeats.
Poem Details | by
arthur vaso |
Categories:
death, grave, international, loneliness, philosophy, silence,
Heart of Paris
My heart
In Paris Tombs
My soul
Lays scented under lamp lit dark
Empty cafes
Alone inside the carafe of wine
Pay the garcon
Pay the devils fine
Endless streets
Plentiful pastries
I am both fat and thin
I am both rich and poor
I have books
Both written and read
Now over in the graveyard
Come read me dead
Arthur Unknown
Poem Details | by
Emile Pinet |
Categories:
august, corruption, grief, how i feel, international, political, rights,
When despots buy bullets and guns
we wade through blood to deliver.
And take their cash without remorse
while victims convulse and quiver.
Big egos and pampered palates
impose subsistence starvation.
And enforced illiteracy
results in numbing stagnation.
Children suckle on bitter tears
scratching a living from the earth.
And there’s no escaping their pain
hunger's a penalty of birth.
Governments exploit their people
when they’re too weak to resist.
And their rights are an afterthought
to nations drooling to assist.
A weapon of mass destruction
fear undermines their will to live.
For they're stripped of everything
until there's nothing left to give.
Poem Details | by
arthur vaso |
Categories:
art, beauty, death, international, loss, obituary, philosophy,
Explosive bailando
Curves and smiles
Killing the hearts of the naive
Enticing embraces entwined Mexican graces
Acambaroooooooooooooo
Vive los mortes
Vive los suenos
Vive los ninos
Did they die in peace
Or for a good cause
Do the drug lords have a higher god
Or do tears fall like rain on us all
Soy payaso
Estoy triste y perdida
She left for greener lands
Children left buried in taco sand
Que lindo etsa la vida
Qué triste
Porque bailo sola
En el tequila de mis sueños
Hold me tight, for this last dance, of life
Poem Details | by
Nick Evans |
Categories:
community, death, international, life, social, war, world,
Have we lost control
All hell follow through
Taking it to the edge
Slaves to ride
Can't do much more
Crying for the world
War and terror
Freedom risked on wager
Weary and tired
Lonely and bruised
Not yet defeated
But are we determined
Join together
Swallow your pride
Make the right choices
Things can last longer
The world, bitter and twisted
Speeding to an end
Try to hold on mother
But it's all slipping away
Your hearts are empty
Mine is full
Too many guns
Feeling exposed
See what's happening
No good news
It's all black
Open your eyes
What about it
We need it
United together
Come join and save the world
By Nick Evans
Poem Details | by
Les Pruitt |
Categories:
abuse, allah, america, betrayal, child, conflict, confusion, culture, death, emotions, evil, fear, feelings, children, god, grief, immigration, international, loss, march, memory, missing you, my child, my children, pain, peace, political, spiritual,
Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013
Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?
One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein
What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?
Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying
Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?
Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead
But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had
A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law
by: LP
edited: 7/30/13
Poem Details | by
Susan Gentry |
Categories:
death, evil, fear, french, horror, international, murder, paris,
Horrific evil captured world attention
Rationalization failed comprehension
Act of war ISIS terrorists
Long night of massacre and murder
Fear and realization of dreaded word
Hidden danger scariest
Reporters opined media replayed
Suspects apprehended within a day
Tales of bravery slowly told
World mourned for senseless tragedy in France
Information on suspects utmost importance
When or where next unknown
Written 12-16-2015
'Rime Couee - For France - Contest' By Debbie Guzzi
8th Place
Poem Details | by
Mohammed Rakibul Hossain |
Categories:
conflict, creation, culture, dedication, grief, international, war,
Where is the nation which speaks love ,
where are the spirits which kept us above ,
where can we find the solution for grime ,
like a tiny mosquito committing a crime ,
where the air around lives in a coal miners lung - ,
serving all mankind , till the singers sung ,
darkness our future – remains in our fate ,
hard striking sweats – prove together very late .
Love is far found under the graves ,
humanity is flown in the melodious waves ,
lacking all words – but we act very brave .
Sum up the words – saving bloody lives ,
bawl , cheer , and glamour – forging against the knives ,
clutch on the oldie – seeking truth till you dive .
Poem Details | by
nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex |
Categories:
conflict, death, history, horror, international, war,
WHO CAN SAVE OUR WORLD?
In the year of 1995 the world erupted in so many conflicts
from the war in Chechnya to NATO bombing in Bosnia.
This is the vision Dante had when he wrote his books on hell.
Just imagine the amount of explosives released
if the Koreas snapped or that Taiwan, America and Red China
all went mad: we’d be at deaths’ door staring into Angelica’s wicked eyes.
All would be dead except the God of Armageddon.
As his daughters spread their wings we all prepare to die.
Poem Details | by
Courtney Courtney |
Categories:
death, death of a friend, heartbroken, international, recovery from,
Oh dreaded death
A time for me to take a realxed breath
A time to take care of myself
Bathe in the empty wealth
Things left behind
Nothing here to remind
Oh dreaded death
A time for me to rebind
A shorter version of rewind
Where else have I been
What all else have I lived
Oh dreaded death
For this time I live
I sit and I wonder if I forgive
Oh dreaded death what you will bring
An other lifetime another century
Oh dreaded death
See what is to become of me
I guess I could make you a copy
Then I could go on never again in your company
Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
conflict, death, environment, good friday, international, political, world,
"I am my own strategist,"
Our President proudly said
Pushing the Panic Button
Poignantly painted RED
"The mother of all bombs
Will fill Putin with dread
Assad will be so grateful
I chose Afghans instead
Let North Korea tremble
Their many left unfed
Will shortly have no worries
Because they'll all be dead
I am my own strategist
I see the way ahead
Our nation will be great again
Just like I always said!"
Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
culture, death, god, international, prayer, religion, technology,
It does not matter how much I pray
God does not give me the time of day
That "omnipotent" snot
Did not try to save squat
When my iPhone drowned yesterday!
Poem Details | by
Vanida Sepongviwat |
Categories:
anger, angst, environment, grief, international, lost, war,
A lovely flower dowsed upon the lethargic rocks
Gruesome idiocy lead to the battlefield of soldiers
Cynical viewpoints closed like a lock
Peace crushed in between the burdened boulders
Fickle truces built upon greed
Fighting oneself is our demise
It's usually about what you and your family need
How sorrow does arise
To whom are we really fighting
If we are only fighting our own
Rage stricken lightening
Many go without a home
Why begin an age long war it it defeats its purpose
Instead of killing each otherwhy not protect instead of being so hopeless.
Poem Details | by
Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
death, evil, international, proposal,
While we sit on our rumps and curse about Trump,
Assad murders thousands with chemical weapons dumps.
While we fuss, fume, and fret about gender change,
Iran's mullahs ramp up plutonium to nuclear range.
While we rally for movie starlets on the casting couch,
Putin cuts down opponents with a poison touch.
It's normal to moan a bit and even complain,
But when so many are slain by bully rulers in vain,
It's time to wake up and do the right thing:
Time to reign in Assad, the mullahs, and Putin;
Time to call out those against whom we should be rootin'!
Poem Details | by
verlecia fields |
Categories:
celebrity, corruption, feelings, grief, international, loss, truth,
you ask me nice and plainly
are you OK
how are you today
i want to globally comprehensively scream
but in a low and quiet sounding voice
i do not lie
but simply and clearly say
the best I can
for what good would it do
to trouble you in anyway
i will not fluster your heart
i will not make your eyes see
so to simply say
i can not truly say
only that i am helpless
in musical differences
so thank you again
for your concern
but please do not
ask about my
affording security or my protection
for there is none
Poem Details | by
Janis Thompson |
Categories:
death, international,
Day of the Dead
has come to town
as bright parades
go up and down.
How very odd
to celebrate
our most final
date with fate.
11/6/17
Poem Details | by
Michael Burch |
Categories:
arabic, conflict, courage, death of a friend, dedication, humanity, international,
Night Labor, for Rachel Corrie
by Michael R. Burch
Tonight we keep the flame alive;
we keep the candle lit.
We burn bright incense in your name
and swear we’ll not forget—
your innocence, your courage,
your commitment—till bleak night
surrenders to irrevocable dawn
and hate yields to love’s light.
Amen
NOTE: Rachel Corrie was a young American peace activist who lost her life while serving as a “human shield” to keep a Palestinian home from being demolished by a militarized Israeli bulldozer.
Poem Details | by
KAMRAN RASHID |
Categories:
bereavement, death of a friend, freedom, growing up, humanity, immigration, international,
The oppression echoes all around the valleys
The injustice walks out all around the alleys
Being born and brought up in Kashmir
I have seen a lot happening in Kashmir
The unidentified graves and those naives
The burning windows and all half-widows
The curfews, crackdowns and all threats
The mountains mourning on innocent deaths
Poem Details | by
Anil Deo |
Categories:
anti bullying, black african american, death, evil, freedom, hate, international,
Silence EQUALS Death. Again and again. But we have freedom, even here.
Who said this: All that evil needs to triumph is for good people to say and do nothing (?)
Poem Details | by
Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
evil, freedom, grief, humanity, international, slavery,
Indeed, we have given up.
Freemen, once, .now happy slaves?
No longer able to drink from a
Church cup.
We are the most willing knaves.
Tragically, to those who unlawfully
locked us up.
Stockholm Syndrome has us by
strongly, by the throat.
We are grateful to our masters for
our lifelong sentence.
Never realizing we must be the butt
of jokes.
Contended, as our end draws near.
Taken prisoner by a phenomenal,
life-demeaning, worldwide power-!hoax!
September 10, 2020
11pm PST
Poem Details | by
Indiana Shaw |
Categories:
america, dark, grief, hate, international, political, world war i,
Those illegal acts
are sort against each other
who was right brother
Carrying ammo
playing outside of the rules
the Brits more fool them
No flags were flying
her identity disguised
wise decision, not
She went down quickly
just eighteen minutes in all
as near 1,200 lives now gone
A ship downed so soon
did 173 tons of ammo and shells
aid the quick sinking
Still up for debate
here lies the anger and hate
and starts the blame game
Turner faced trial
for his part was soon absolved
But; with heavy heart
Admiralty lies
to collateral damage
as to aid the war
Was Schwieger’s wrong choice
just a catalyst of truth
to the lies beneath
Indiana Shaw . . . : /