Wwii Poems

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Wwii-a Poem Of My Grandfather John Walker In Wwii

Wwii a Poem Of My Grandfather John Walker In Wwii short poem

John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam

Wwii

Wwii short poem

Poem about my wonderful grandfather John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While

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The War Within

The War Within ballad

A soldier has scars, wounds we can’t see A mind of unrest, a soul yearning to be free What their eyes have witnessed, one’s heart can’t comprehend The sacrifices they have made, we can’t possibly understand They are sons and

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One Night’s Love

One Nights Love short poem

Lips like crystals sharp and pure words like liquor nauseous Eyes like portals suck you in into a world too beautiful breathing out all of the smoke into my mouth like we are one breathing in the smell you are

Private Moorings

Private Moorings short poem

searching for words in continuum of incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive, so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only in whispers I will talk to delphiniums, I would walk

The Seven Sacred Truths

The Seven Sacred Truths long poem

Well and this comes from the deepest depths of my soul and heart straight to yours as in knowing the first of the seven sacred truths is that we are all one and two or more gathered in his name

Get Back To The Basics

Get Back To The Basics long poem

get back to the basics busting fat laces running the bases it used to be cool to obey the golden rule yet that went out the door in 64 open the door for your neighbor then you can chill on

Orchard On A Hill

Orchard On A Hill prose poem

Splashes of green lined up row after row. Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere. Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year. Each displaying its own vibrant uniqueness. As the winds blow hot, green takes on a mature

Dayspring

Dayspring short poem

With the piety song of a pigeon A damsel dancing in the dawn as a floating canoe. Flare of a flake by the sun- the sentry of the day exalt the dawn’s grace. Never speck even a sparrow itself or

Some One So Right!!

Some One So Right!! short poem

One fine day with the rise of the dawn, A beam of new sunlight glistened on my face. I opened my eyes with a twinkled glee. And Found Happiness waiting for me to embrace. I got up to the tune

The Irony Called Life

The Irony Called Life short poem prose poem

This evening, when I waited for my bus, at the bus stand, I saw a lady walk to the litter bin nearby, with a lunch box in her hand, She emptied its contents into a clear polythene bag, and threw

Dot The I

Dot The I short poem

It is your birthday. I wish you well. In my humble soul you will always dwell. I dried my memories, I answered my ”why” With my silence I dot the i. What is a birthday? Joy or a tear? A

Revive

Revive sonnet poems

revive thee the son of tome where casteth thee thy rays where goest thee and thy solid shadows this morning this early seteth thou sun or where is the mama’s only son that one strong once bold young man adored

The Colour Red

The Colour Red short poem

Bright, mesmerizing, enchanting, Be it a bride’s dress,a lover’s heart or a lonely flower. Blazing beautifully everywhere, the color red you are. The day I was born Swapping down the uterus wall of my mother’s womb. You were the one

Riddles

Riddles short poem

What is timelessness but the kindness from gods’ eyes wrapping the world at sunset’s time? And eternity, doesn’t it stay hung from of each day’s last moment balance’s pan? Is not perpetuity smiling disguised in the bridal body of the

Kava Kava

Kava Kava short poem

What that I am left with, impaled in jaws of mantis, starting a tug of war, for the otherness in me, seeking a bloodbath between my poise and incestuous blue hole of black walls. I gave you my voice, my

Heart Beats For You

Heart Beats For You short poem

I couldn’t stop loving you; Though every time I tried. It’s because whenever I needed you; Every time you were by my side. Roses were painted red; And sky was painted blue. But my life was dyed; With the lovely

Opening Night

Opening Night long poem

Tonight is the opening night Of my show in your podium And I play the protagonist! Characters are mean and clean I am the king of hearts from the deck of cards Move in the way of hearts or diamonds

Heavy Feet

Heavy Feet short poem

Heavy feet Slowly walk Are you there to see their feeble knock They’ve lost their tappings They are cold They are stepping towards a lost hold They have weight of pain and remorse in piles The pain of hunger and

Second-hand Event

Second hand Event short poem

Movement spurts the truth- an endless journey. The constant search for beliefs creates confusion. Craving and wanting generates more conflicts. The meaningless life drifts. Can you go beyond your dreams, beyond your yearnings? I wanted to disagree with death the

Last Rites

Last Rites short poem

Time purees And missing you No longer holds a shape “No Vacancies” Screams the sign No room at the inn Another place, then Another town Your scent, your voice Their colours fading slow Softly slip their moorings And are lost

Identically

Identically short poem

The town was fissured. It does not listen to me that moribund heart, now. The biome was ready to set on fire all the smiles. No person of god will lead the prayers to grave. Let the dust meet the

Mask Unmasked

Mask Unmasked short poem

To become or not to become a renegade, or to die or not to die for a semi-god? These were some of the questions thrown at an incomplete script. What elevated you to a celebrity? Your hump or deep wrinkled

Only For You

Only For You prose poem

Known, nothing will be written about me In any poem, story or essay Known, will not receive any co-operation from Governments Any honest or dishonest award… Nobody will burn incense on the day of my death Except my wife! Nobody

Once In A While

Once In A While short poem

It’s good to leave your comfort zone Once or more in a while And travel to unknown lands To have a feel of life out there. It’s awesome visiting new places Meeting people of varied cultures Hear queer, unfamiliar languages

Bracelets

Bracelets short poem

Interned in my own prison beneath the skin, I stop the silver wheels. An aloof sliding, down the impotent rage I shout, I will not buy the flakes. The hirsute nobility of gorillas dancing on knives before striking a lamb

The Last Time

The Last Time short poem

If I said this was the last time You were ever gonna see me Tell me what would you do And what would you say If I said this was the last time We would ever be as one Tell

A Lighter Sky

A Lighter Sky short poem

we have a clean white bed, slept late, a shock to break the ritual. a treat on a major scale. probably ten. I think I may like to travel to small places, old and full of history. deep aged fabrics

Incoherent lives..

Incoherent lives.. short poem

  Radio blares incoherent songs people speak excitedly about music billboards advertise wares there are outlets everywhere the lights are bright and night still young and the road never ends… There is a girl in silhouette a woman with torn

Apples

Apples short poem

Raining with unseen apples That the many Eves will feed The many other Adams with… Fertile rain for so many revivals Of wonderful heavens, Haunted, still, by the snake Of the same end… Shut up and listen As apples fall

Helmeted Version

Helmeted Version short poem

Will the shouts work on blood seeds in climate of conflicts? Winter was shrinking. Give me a hand. I am going to invite clouds softly. Let the drumming start. War has broken out on many fronts for a god, for

An Eighteen Year Old Lad

An Eighteen Year Old Lad short poem

Here I am, an eighteen year old lad Born and brought up like a prince, by my mum and dad Never cried in pain, neither by lack of any leisure Taking birth in this heaven had always been a pleasure.

Addiction

Addiction short poem

I know,I just know… ..If I abuse I will be gone gone gone gone. More than a junkie, you can’t see it. I crave worse than narcotics. (I would trade this for being an alcoholic) Tragic? yeah it is tragic.

Meaning

Meaning short poem

Since all it began and people learnt; Since man got his name And gained all those earthly fame- The same history has been repeated again and again- Both good and bad; both hard and rapt; The blood, the blood- sometimes

A Birthday Song

A Birthday Song ode

Happy birthday indeed! What a best friend you are To those who are in need: To have an open talk To find a path to walk… To listen to a lovely tune To watch it this full moon To sit

End Reservation!

End Reservation! short poem

Brahmin wrote it and Sanctified in thousands names of gods. Gods from books Ruled the sky; Over land and water. The real God is banished As dark matter! Shudra had nothing; The land his placenta fallen Or the sky he

Sonnet of Our Lives

Sonnet of Our Lives sonnet poems

Silence never heard before, When we’re lost in the thoughts… Engulfs us into the lanes, Many battles where we’ve fought…! Just a drop in an ocean, A stranger among the mass… Hiding beneath this mortal corpse, With a heart made

Heralding God’s Magnificence

Heralding Gods Magnificence short poem

Lord, thank you for grace For you are with me always as I run my race Inspite of my nakedness, you shield me with your lace By faith, I can move mountains For you’ve made me an ace Christ is

Empty Day

Empty Day short poem

take back your smile, the fish has died in my hands; nowhere you have touched me deep in the brutal corona of a black moon – my sun spots were waning: a hole in the wind, chased adulthood of man

The End

The End short poem

Lines on forehead are deepening. No signs of abatement of fire in our bellies. The hunger we inherited is only comforting the mouthless. Broken laughs. Strange bedfellows chopping off the murals from the lips. A body rots, stinks. Maggots fly.