Anti-war Poems

Anti-war poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of anti-war poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on anti-war are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Insurrection

Insurrection long poem

There’s a line in the sand drawn in dark distant lands, where the guts and the glory and fine marching bands will all die in the dust and play into their hands, till they all say, NO! Those invisible walls

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A Beautiful April Morning

A Beautiful April Morning short poem

Whenever, I feel tired and exhausted, From life’s monotonous routine, I go to my courtyard Theatre, On the enormous screen, Watching the free natural movie scenes, Projected by The Almighty Producer. The scenes change there with the passage, Of the

Who’s Your Daddy?

Whos Your Daddy? short poem

Oooh baby ride that horsey harder and harder, faster and faster…keep it Cumming, no don’t stop now just keep it Cumming…well ain’t this what you came here for now Hugh now baby don’t lie I know you got that fire

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing short poem

The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp,

Bright Side

Bright Side short poem

Bemoan the fate as you will the emptiness would still eat you away futility of existence and facade of importance the glitter of attention and tears of oblivion loath of loneliness and fear of attention no one can feel you,

Answers

Answers short poem

Went looking down the watery path Leaves discarded, travel to a new heaven and Metallic green of mallard neck Catches my eye; what is this? The canal is split after the lock A weir takes the heavy current Sends an

The Village Wimberley

The Village Wimberley short poem

There is a small town in Texas state where time ambles by at a slower kind of pace. Known as the hill country by all who reside and bounded by a river, through Hays County side. Wimberley village is of

Thy Father

Thy Father short poem

Father It be not your obligation; Why I wonder is it that we exist? Why is it that I live in this nation? I believe I need a hint or the gist. Our dire source deliberately brings drought, Our breath

Bramble Gates

Bramble Gates short poem

Hauled up the breast suture. You were following the milk route, epitomizing the fall. From the golden clouds. Wanting to swim in blue veins, you were drowned. The fire has spurted the blood. A carbon copy of exit strategy in

Winter

Winter short poem

Winter is witnessing the mysterious slumber Silence is peculiarly sharp and scandalizing. And the polar bears are all happy in their sleep. Hunting is a time game of the predator. Winner lives and the other loses to hunger. Northern Cardinals,

The Listener’s Initiation

The Listeners Initiation sonnet poems

Rhythm and Rhyme reach the Listener. Put him behind bars and begin to beat. Thoughts of escape, a tortured prisoner, he resists and is met by quick defeat. Possessed by Flow, with no exorcism, he is stabbed with a double

Distant Memory

Distant Memory short poem

A strong feeling but fading thought An internal battle of something that was lost The sadness sweeps across my body and heart It’s hard to accept I’m a memory, in the distant part But once I claimed your heart It’s

Find Happiness

Find Happiness short poem

Find happiness in nature, in the beauty of mountains and scenic stature, in the serenity of the sea, in the rustle of the tree! Find happiness in friendship, in the fun of doing silly things, in crazy partnership. Find happiness

World Of Danger- as I Think

World Of Danger  as I Think short poem

World of danger … as I think.. Think of the deep bluish lake rich in water that seldom quenches the thirst of the masses who can never dream of drinking water to the brim of their mouths for the liquid

Sold Out

Sold Out short poem

Since I saw you, I’ve had this hope live in me. That everything that isn’t needed be gone. The details of sales papers, shopping carts. The ease of temptation. Standing still. To fill my cart full of things I don’t

Six

Six short poem

Darkness abound, Chaos blatant, So rejoices death. Dying angels, Smarting spirits, In this cacophony Of silent extirpation, My demons seek strife, Perveyors of demises, Deathly devils, Are fulfilled. In this annihilation Of aspirations, Revels my soul, Finding bliss, In this

Unimaginable

Unimaginable short poem

Routine Life has no string attached to it Everything is planned for the day It is presumed things move as programmed involvement in the daily chorus smacks the Human sensitivity each one is busy for fulfilling the days obligation Day

A Mental Break

A Mental Break long poem

Sick of paranoia tired of absurd thoughts Constant grind hearing things assumptions being distraught If it’s not derogatory voices talking constantly about me Random thought will make me act quite obsessively Can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched all the

Kebechet

Kebechet short poem

Pitch white fades to black, In this silent birth, no stillborn arises. Contrarily, life thrives in its silence. Her beauty everywhere, yet impossible to track. Stars alight her skin, Struck with constant reincarnation. The brightest are long dead, The newborns,

All That Is Left Of Me

All That Is Left Of Me long poem

All that is left of me Is an aching soul. A psalm of the sunset Ready to decay. All that is left of me Is a modern whore. A manipulative God covering the way. All that is left of me

*Velvety Return

*Velvety Return short poem

Like a dung beetle you were guarding the tunnel, I will not let the ball roll away, a grain of ache in my tooth.Why you had to go, on cathartic release of mutual trust? A stone in the heart, ice

Why do I let it get away

Why do I let it get away short poem

I know it is just an urge I know it is just a thought I know it is just a dream but why do I let it get away I know I will have to justify defy, and be a

When They Write

When They Write long poem

A story they have to tell One that can teach a lesson like a folktale With a lot being observed And knowing that no dish has been served They grab a pencil and paper Cause the pages are still eager

Jealousy

Jealousy sonnet poems

Shackled monster that lurks in every heart, Of such ferocious guile yet ever found, To smile the pain, deftly playing its part, So docile and courtly until unbound. With eyes, so green, and spiteful as it goes, Deceitful of mien,

Rubies From Ivory

Rubies From Ivory short poem

Oh what a tragedy my own soul is mad at me but who can blame her after all I made her endure I may have created a soul eating disease for which there is no cure she tells me she

Alone

Alone short poem

Walking on the sand No one around My feet move forward Stuck to the ground Never will I wade Never will I swim For I will fade Against my own whim No soul to complete me No one to trust

Unknown Friends

Unknown Friends short poem

Never we had a chance To see face to face Never we had a chance To sit and talk side by side We live under the same moon We share the same sunshine Still we are from different places. Though

One Simple Day

One Simple Day short poem

For honour killing twilight adulates an abstract faith. Tainted? Now that mouth was shut and butterfly was pinned, will you grow the marigolds? The empty book was not breathing in a crowd of words. The bitter meaning had flown away.

Deception

Deception short poem

You know how it feels? To be cheated in love By someone so close, someone so dear Who’s there in each thought, in every breath of life So much trusted and looked up to – Share joys wholeheartedly And to

Pain Killer

Pain Killer short poem

A city dies in me anacephalic. A white sheet spreads, blinding. You don’t feel the epidural. Untitled, death walks, like a whore, contamination of inbreeding. Recycled pain hurts again. You want to give a stillbirth over the dense-packed nettle. First

“diva” My Bird

diva My Bird short poem

I met a bird, flying low in the sky, deep drowned in tears, arranging food for her little birdie. I fell in love with the bird, gave her a name “Diva” My Birdie. We sang the song of life, bestowed

Historical Figure

Historical Figure short poem

How has history harkened to he? Through time he has become older, And distorted years, too much they see: How a man once real, has become sold, His discovery praised, but his life forgotten. And he’ll pass so silently, In

Yrteop

Yrteop long poem

born in chains I could not see, heart was pure and mind still free, but as the time had passed me by, I noticed love and peace say bye… I read; without a shadow of a doubt, I wrote; beyond

It’s Hard To Watch A Man Sing

Its Hard To Watch A Man Sing short poem

It’s hard to watch a man sing. Soon it becomes awkward. Watching him stand there Beginning to sway. Without a single use for his hands they are just there. Forced to make eye contact  Not knowing which way to go

Anticipating Transition

Anticipating Transition short poem

I’m meditating in a Boise coffee shop because I’m not writing well my thoughts are a smeary slide full of animalcules contained, self-important images that could fit into a list-poem full of suggestions that dares the reader to link meanings

Trigger Point

Trigger Point short poem

A missile in the home, what they have done? You are on flames. A red smoke rises from bottomless hole. Memory slumps. A glow in pain washed cells, calls the mirror. Instead, grave diggers arrive. This was the manufactured truth

Fly

Fly long poem

It’s 9:00 on a Saturday, I’m at my PC, wasting my life, Surrounded by empty snack packets, And by the door is an empty pizza box. Life couldn’t be better. Bzzz… A noise. Punctuating my silence, my fixation with my

When I Will Leave This World

When I Will Leave This World ballad

When I will leave this world, Leave many questions in your heart, Ever lasting tears in your eyes, Broken dreams in your hands, Sorrowful memories in your loneliness, Long wait in your days and silent legend in your nights, In

A Junk Corporation

A Junk Corporation short poem

Modern and civilized Get organized March in a path Of numbers and math A new look A diet book Junk food Drinks for the mood A new product A commercial conduct Your supervision Through the television For your well being

My Simple Song

My Simple Song short poem

Beneath the blue sky on open lands I blow a reed a tune so simple yet very sweet With me hums the wind and each wisp of grass wafting puffs around me softly rustling leaves and swish of small weeds