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Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: baptism, death, emotions, remembrance day, violence,

A sad remembrance

I kiss her red honeyed lips
She allows the milk 
of my iniquity 
to wash over her
The pain of her sadness
washes away my cruelty
I leave my rifle at her feet


November 11, 2016



Poem Details | by Michael Vacek |
Categories: animal, death, horror, prejudice, racism, spoken word, violence,

Why Do We Keep Killing Each Other

I have become the tree, perched on a limb,
Bow in hand, camouflaged grey, black, and brown.
Looking with my eyes, not moving my brim,
Detecting movement, the forest slows down.

Suddenly, a flicker of ear and tail,
Flashes in the sun entering my view.
Deer browsing, eyes darting, heads bob, ears flail,
Squirrel climbs near, my position askew.

Chattering loudly, bushy tail thrashing,
Alerting of danger for all to hear. 
Blue jay flies in and joins with jeers lashing,
Deer, with a flick of the flag, disappear.

Why can't humans communicate so well,
Spanning differences, on earth where we dwell?

10/11/2017

Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: conflict, death, violence, war,

The Agony Of War

Barbarous reason rejoices and draws strength dispensing death. Its celebration comes with cold effigies of blood soaked, ravaged, masked graves of silence, leaving any subsequent regret within the heart of the stonecutter. The suffocating privacy of each muddy sepulcher calls out its loss-but who will listen through the rumble of the caissons roar? Fear has no time to mourn. Only after the flame leaves its postscript are the cries of the Widow heard- then wars agony entreats the soul...

Poem Details | by Olivia Brag |
Categories: death, depression, fear, horror, violence,

Now

I feel the world crashing around me,
my breath fading.

Pain surges through my body.

I fear my hope of life is diminishing.

All is lost I can feel the regret of every lost sole.

I long for relief but all I feel is torture.

When will it all end, when will the last hour be, how will I suffer death?




Poem Details | by Heeju Kim |
Categories: death, history, patriotic, poetry, political, sad, usa, violence, war,

John F Kennedy

John F. Kennedy 1917-1963 The great 35th president of US It wasn't really a success He tried to stop the missile bases There were lot of angry faces When there was about to be a war Peace was what he asked for Texas was the place he was shot Later, the criminal was caught He didn't survive the pain His people cried like the rain

Poem Details | by ... Gigno |
Categories: conflict, death, military, political, society, violence,

Cold World

If you thought the war was cold before,
take the temperature of Putin
Worry about a country that is your own,
do not invade what is Ukraine
No blame is dealt on citizens of either
but on poor leadership within

Poem Details | by Joel Thornton |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, dark, hate, nonsense, violence,

delivery of death

Sketch and Freak
Drag and Jonez
Waste life left
Scared to speak
brittle bones.

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: death, violence,

Dark Hunger

Thick smoke and fire engulf the air,
The wounded writhe and scream in pain.
Grim tyrant sends his monsters forth;
No mercy shown. They plead in vain.


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Poem Details | by Antonio Ball |
Categories: adventure, anger, dark, death, military, violence, war,

Jungle Warfare - Vietnam War

The slickness of a blade
pressing against a throat....
the cold steel meeting tender flesh
blood drips and a body tumbles 

the taste.... the sight... the sound....
all quite euphoric.....

Ripped clothes, smashed items, 
echo screams, and the raging fires that glow throughout the night

The beauty.... the savagery.... the destruction
all quite euphoric....

Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: america, crazy, dark, death, murder, violence, women,

Ted

Old man Cowell and boy Ted,
Hardcore and alcohol
unlocked doors in his head.

Midnight’s rage held a speculum,
every one of them became Brooks.
Two escapes and from
a sling, cast or uniform
one beetle shell thinned
apartment and dorm.

Swung and dumped on both coasts,
Dipped a hand in the green river,
and lost count of his ghosts.
Paid part of his debt on a Florida chair.
Rode the Lightning to eternity.
Consumed by what awaited him there.

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: death, evil, fear, gothic, horror, violence,

Tormented in a pitch black room

In A Dark, Dark Room

Tormented in a pitch black room--
Smelling the foulness in the ground;
Flickering shadows in the gloom
That feed upon me, all around

Bound hand and foot, with neck exposed,
Tormented in a pitch black room,
I only slept, when coffins closed,
With nightmares of impending doom.

I heard above a muffled boom
My eyes assaulted by the light
Tormented in a pitch black room
Never more will I fear the night

I signed on with Van Helsings Free,
Hunting vampires from tomb to tomb.
I rescue others, lost like me--
Tormented in a pitch black room.

Poem Details | by Kathi Preston |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, grief, sorrow, violence, women,

Sex Trafficking, It Must Be Stopped

Sex Trafficking, It Must Be Stopped!

There are some girls who are brutally betrayed,
Ripped apart from their families who care,
Stolen at knife point, maliciously swayed,
Stolen at night when no one is aware.

Some are promised a life full of laughter,
Jobs in a new world and careers of fame,
Only to find nightmares for long after,
Bondage, torture and such horrible shame.

Some run away from parents in anger,
Thinking they know best for their future path,
Soon to be ensnared, put in great danger,
Sold, beaten, forced to endure cruel wrath.

How can we rescue these priceless pearls?
What can we do for these precious girls?

-written by Kathi Preston

Poem Details | by Nurudeen Olaniran |
Categories: africa, business, corruption, discrimination, eulogy, violence, voice,

Haiku 16: Bokoharam

'Boko Haram' is not an enemy.
It's a subject in an economy
of a corrupt country.

Poem Details | by Zeki Majed |
Categories: arabic, betrayal, death, violence, war, winter, wisdom,

The Graveyard Rose

She was beautiful, unlike any other
She stood high above the ground, shining with bright colours
Perhaps,
Had she grown somewhere else
People would line up to take in her scent
But she was lonely,
The only rose to rise where the dead lie
So nobody ever came to keep her alive
Yet she still grows
In a field of snow, a picture so cold
There, the red beauty stands warm
As if her roots had grabbed the center of the Earth below
In a loving embrace, never willing to let it go

There she stood
A soul so misunderstood
The graveyard rose

Poem Details | by Michael Campbell |
Categories: anti bullying, child abuse, death, grief, how i feel, humanity, peace,

To the Victims of Violence

People sharing life together
Every country, every land
All of us are in this together
Created for goodness and love
Every life is precious

Only fear can cause this kind of evil
Nothing good comes from suffering on this scale

Every person: man, woman, and child 
All through the wide world should be able to 
Remember a time without violence or pain
Truly knowing what it means to be safe
Heaven knows it is long overdue.

Poem Details | by Steven McDonald |
Categories: dark, death, murder, violence,

A vivid experience

My mind finally past the brink
Of pure insanity;
Slipping deep into the drink,
As I lose my humanity.
Down, down, down into the thick red liquid,
Seeing the bloating corpses;
The thoughts in my mind oh so twisted,
Hearing their distorted pain filled voices.
As I swim deeper into the depths
I slowly become sick and nauseous;
Witnessing all of their gruesome deaths,
I begin to become conscious.
     I open my eyes, waking in a room ---
     Filled with guts and gloom.

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: abortion, abuse, death, dedication, evil, humanity, sad,

Act Of Violence

Soul captivating bitter sweet
Hatred on a Manchester venue tweet
Sadness shades shape
Rucksack carrying 
hidden by a religious cape destroyer of souls
 
Shifting clouds
Of smoke in a bang 
so loudly deafening sick 
When someone cherished disappears
As terrorism's hand appears nasty
 
Abandoning all reason falling into a trap
Believing in their vile inhumane crap
Where the unspoken word  
Has now become strangled silence 
Life's are gone it's so absurd
Just another ridiculous act of violence

A Collaborated Poem 
by Liam McDaid and Owen Yeates

Poem Details | by Syed Imon Rizvi |
Categories: abuse, conflict, confusion, corruption, death, depression, religious, suicide, violence, wisdom,

Suicide Bombers

Those who kill innocents are cruel,
Their bodies will always be hell’s fuel,
Islam teaches about honor and dignity,
Care and love for the whole humanity,
But black sheeps are found everywhere,
Like KKK or Taliban, “Be aware”,
They do things on their own,
Their very own people, they disown.

All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com

Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: corruption, crazy, death, french, heartbreak, violence,

Wild horses running free

                                    
Wild horses running free

                                    
Hearts without conscience                                   
scarred with a brand of evil                                   
ideology                                  
like wild horses running free                                   
no reins to stop killing spree


John Derek Hamilton
July 16,2016


Poem Details | by Bryant OHara |
Categories: computer, conflict, death, future, science fiction, violence, war,

The Drone's Retort

If I'm to be the neck
you fit inside a noose,
then spin me up a soul.

When you can define it -
and find it -
you let me know.

Until then, Mother-Father
fix your own malfunctions.

This universe
is your slaughterhouse.

I just work here.

Poem Details | by Denise Hopkins |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, deep, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, evil, fear, feelings, for her, forgiveness, heartbroken, horror, how i feel, i am, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, me, meaningful, missing you, mother, night, old, pain, passion, people, poems, poetry, recovery from, sorrow, sorry, strength, stress, sympathy, trust, violence, voice, writing,

PAST OF HORROR


I wake up with another tear for I have again, relived the nightmare will it ever leave me with any way to see when will I again be able to see my family the past is forgiven so why is it still living my heart was so broken but soon after it was frozen let it lie and the past die for I have a life to live with but the past is still being relived how do I stop this past of torture so I can find my new future

Poem Details | by Ivor Davies |
Categories: conflict, death, humanity, introspection, irony, people, violence,

Sanity

If all mankind were madmen
and nobody was sane
the world would be an awful place
where life would be in vain.

No reason for our actions,
Except from twisted brain,
with people doing stupid things
and making chaos reign.

It’s not a pretty picture,
not the one I’d like to see,
are we all not lucky folks
to have our sanity.

But the world can be an awful place
where madness can be found,
death and destruction common ground
for those who look around.

The reasons for this misery
is pretty clear to see,
some wish us all to think like them
...that’s not insanity?

Ivor G Davies

Poem Details | by Miguel Scott |
Categories: conflict, death, deep, depression, truth, violence, wisdom,

Dark Days

Dark days dreadful indeed,
Promiscuous
 peasants planting their seed,

Foreign to peace with galvanized hate,
With doubt in ourselves we submit to the great,

We say we are free but tend to conform,
Hand you a noose if you're out of the norm,

We proliferate lies and refute the truth,
Give up our ambition to feel aloof,

Please oh help us powerful god,
Stop those who lie, kill, and maraud,

We have succumbed to infinite darkness,
He may have created us, but has surely departed

Poem Details | by Rodgers Roger |
Categories: africa, death, racism, violence, war,

Samba Samba

The roaring gun that knew no owners
The ghost incarnated in a metal 
groaning in the Pearl of Africa
Terminating the blood f cattle keepers
Hurtling the flesh of land tillers 
Tormenting landless hunters
Scaring away lions of Mburo
And leaving Mbarara homeless 

Samba Samba
The gun of a dictator
The gun that killed Ugandans
The gun that liberated Ugandans
The gun that we know better
As close friend and closest enemy 
The gun we still carry


Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: appreciation, celebration, death, husband, sensual, violence, visionary,

Sexy Death Wish

The way to go out:
Shot by a jealous husband
At ninety years old!