Terrorism Poems

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

World Peace At Stake

World Peace At Stake short poem

People are celebration friendly Celebrate when life shortens too Dancing, swinging and singing Saying happy birthday to you. People are celebration friendly Celebrate at the end of each year Romping, waltzing and caroling Wishing you happy new year. People know

A Broom’s Prayer

A Brooms Prayer prose poem

Often have I swept the floor, the veranda, the yard and all the passages of the house. I do not know whether as dedication or devotion the rough hand of the housewife has, by my daily use, swept our household

Wrath Of Humanity

Wrath Of Humanity short poem

Oh! Dear Almighty, No one ever imagined, nightmares could be so fair; It showers bullets, its floods human blood; The black masked men, taking everyone in their den; The den lying in the hell, ringing our death knell; Bodies are

Terror Trail

Terror Trail short poem

Shedding the wholeness of negation you arrive: fear was sweeping the floor when smoke screen of love was hung on blue morning, you groped for a hidden coin, lost in the woods of mania. Distinguishing a chaste word, without thought,

Terror Or Other

Terror Or Other prose poem

Reveries are broken I wake up in despair Bombs blast human bodies Indiscriminately Human flesh—-of a child; a mother; a father who knows? Who cares? The issue is of attracting attention In the name of a religion To establish the

And Yet The Battle Rages On

And Yet The Battle Rages On long poem

His uniform starched and ironed parade style proudly, he stepped down from the squad van Nothing depicts him from the regular combatant except the fiber helmet, considering the hazard of his job; this looks pretty light, one would say He

Noam Chomsky Is Crazy

Noam Chomsky Is Crazy short poem

Noam Chomsky must be crazy What else can he be? He says America commits war crimes And he’s said it many times. How that can be true I haven’t a clue. How can anyone doubt That America is all about

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Kashmir-the Woman

Kashmir the Woman prose poem

Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature It lifted me above all mire dark and dense. Kashmir is the divine smile It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense. Kashmir is the sorrow It showed me a combined

Let Us…

Let Us... short poem

The fanatics are but a handful Let them not hold myriads in a fistful Let them not desecrate our realms Let not their tentacles crush us The fanatics are but a handful Let us defeat them in their demented schemes

Living Together

Living Together short poem

All humans are part of one god. But still they fight among themselves. In the name of religion, Ever at the name of caste, At the name of the country. Why cannot we all live together? If we all live

In A Perfect World

In A Perfect World prose poem

There once was a perfect world. The future will yield yet another world of perfection. We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world, Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one. Moreover, in a perfect world,

India Of My Dream

India Of My Dream short poem

Known by tiranga, is our developing nation, Dreams come true, people play their part with passion ; Civilised,cultured lilliputs with big hearts, All together, love together is the dream for my nation…! Salute to the soldiers, their attributes and sacrifices,

Oh Terrorists!

Oh Terrorists! short poem

The error of terrorism, they say, it is the power of belief. When the blood paints the earth, they say, it is the color of relief! The mask they wore, shows, how cowardly they are, The pain they caused, reminds,

Tolerance

Tolerance short poem

We must have tolerance for all Gay, straight, Jew, Christian, Muslim, black, white, Hispanic or Chinese One thing is certain it is not the entire world that is guilty of prejudice But only a handful of idiots that do not

The Circles

The Circles prose poem

Looked at the outside of steel window Around in the dark, awesome feelings into the mid-night air What the news was brought in the feelings! Eyes of the orphan cat was flaming on the corridor. Waiting for the light in

That Ominous Black Morning (manchester Terrorist Attack)

That Ominous Black Morning  (manchester Terrorist Attack) prose poem

An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion in northern England on 22nd May 2017 killing at least 22 people and injuring many there was a massive flash and then a bang and smoke all around hundreds of people

Why Little Girl Screams – Manchester Bomb Blast

Why Little Girl Screams   Manchester Bomb Blast prose poem

An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside her face seems very candid and expressions look naïve, but nobody knows the cause of her sadness and and no one can ever feel the hidden wounds inside her heart Why

Never Stop Dreaming

Never Stop Dreaming short poem

Dream to shine, like a meteoric and dazzling son, To remove the darkness from the universe, So never stop dreaming, to accomplish your aim. Dream to pluck up courage, to be bold enough, To force the windstorm, to change its

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A Better Person

A Better Person short poem

You are doing all you can, And I’m so proud of you. You have changed so much, You have become something new. A much better person, Than you were before. For you have fought the battles, And have finally won

Desert Melancholy

Desert Melancholy short poem

“The past I hold in high esteem Thoughts on love never leaving As trees strained from the heat of the sun And memories silently grieving The winds that blows Decides where my love will go It may spread to east

Rusted Roots

Rusted Roots short poem

IN My days of school I remember what my teacher had said, “Pray for them as for you.” “Think for them as for you.” “Wish for them as for you.” “Feel for them as for you. ” I Remember as

Twenty First Century Fool

Twenty First Century Fool short poem

Back in bygone days- one might have been amazed by all the tricks and trappings of the fool now that we are here- royalty is rarely near and what has cycled in is to be cool not-with-standing out- crystal clear-

Grief

Grief short poem

Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage, you are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind is screaming out and then, Silence… Grief wins You realize, you must

Mischievous Wind

Mischievous Wind short poem

The wind, sitting on the branch Of the tamarind tree And chatting with the leaves, Was my enemy. When I get fire For the tip of pen In my writing room, He would encroach Through the bars of the window…

Other Childhood

Other Childhood long poem

It was my childhood, Beyond those memories, When I cross, I get to see that ocean, That never came out, Out of those boundaries, Boundaries of lashes, Lashes hiding behind, Behind all those smiles, Smiles that were meant to cry,

Care

Care short poem

The noise of a crescent climbs wordlessly. In the night of dew and wind, for its native starless beams- holding the thread of a thought, walking through wall of disbelief. Before and after the murder of a spark; the heart

The Symphony Of You

The Symphony Of You short poem

The symphony of you serenades I feel for the sound of touch My fingers caress the piano keys that are the gentle ridges descending your spine Violin strings resonate in the silk strands of your scented hair Your warm eyes

Do Not Go Down With The Ship

Do Not Go Down With The Ship short poem

Captain, my Captain, find another ship, You need not hit the bottom on this rig, Born in this sea, this fateful maiden trip, Make not your cradle be your grave to dig: Sleep not, hear not the siren’s lullaby, But

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

The World’s Astray

The Worlds Astray short poem

Two faces the world has, filled with pretensions, brimmed with affectations. It is difficult to discern fake or real A smile stuck on every lip; whether con or genuine – Arduous to fathom. A veil as if to hide the

Ziplocked

Ziplocked short poem

Fear grips a family of words. You are going to where you do not want to go. I remain worried about the unknown. The inevitable was flowering on dead palms. Would you exhume the past to find out, what the

The Magic Bed

when another (anointed as lady lucky) resident renter bequeathed her bed prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse slept on the floor like dogs dead tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves, especially when tummies got well fed and

The Expected Peaceful World

The Expected Peaceful World short poem

Come out of the cocoons, the light is waiting for you, Climb up the well, Your species is waiting for you, But once you are out of the cocoon, Once you are out of the well, Do not teach me

Autumn!

Autumn! sonnet poems

Those leaves weren’t few that shed away But down alive, not much could stay Few were tramped, few had dried It isn’t, that they never tried Few were blown, few were crushed At nights they lived, as roads were hushed

The Secret Of A King

The Secret Of A King ballad

I heard sweet voices sing Fragrance of wild flowers in spring A thrown of gold for a King To watch His courtier dance and sing The Queen sits by His side Watching the fair maidens Trying to steal Her pride

Magikarp (our potential)

Magikarp (our potential) short poem

He is weak they say A thousand more born each day Nothing special or new His abilities are far too few. But, little do they know… Weak though I may be The fault’s in their decree For it is they

Glitch.

Glitch. short poem

I’ve always prided myself in being eloquent with the English language. Present perfect tense, Present Perfect Progressive I never did get around to understanding what the present tense was Or rather, being in the present. Most of the time I

Sense

Sense elegy

Why must you lure me so? You bewitching jewel, your radiant skin is only matched by the glint in your eyes. Your hair cascades down your shoulders with More conviction than the most splendid waterfall, But after all this, do

Right To Knowledge

Right To Knowledge short poem

Dare to question madness, valiant, ever courageous, interrogate absurdity, what you find vexatious. Never refuse to face unyielding resistance, stay true to your beliefs, remain ever consistent. If there is a price to pay for the right of knowledge, and

Away From My Fears Is The Day I Dream

Away From My Fears Is The Day I Dream long poem

“Away from my fears is the day I dream, a place where eternal happiness awaits for me. Where no pains exist, no one could hurt me. I could breathe the way I want without losing my identity. A place so