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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To Gift

To Gift short poem

When I see you, I feel nobody around me, I get mesmerized in you, Because you’re so beautiful, You are the princess of my life, I’m the one who loves you the most, I promise that I will be always

On the verge of forgetting.

On the verge of forgetting. short poem

Somewhere in a dusty corner lies a memory of you. Neatly folded into a perfect square. Tucked away precariously amongst identical pages of denial. Sometimes, it threatens to burst into flames. But layers of conceit (both yours and mine) douse

Little People

Little People prose poem

The pettiness of people is pervasive. Those who feel better when others fail. Feeling contempt and envy when others succeed. Reflecting ugliness behind their backs. Makes them feel better , superior somehow. People sniping at those after leaving the room.

Day is Day and Night is Night

Day is Day and Night is Night short poem

The day is white bright winter sunshine coats on, scarves many coloured, the zenith is the warmest The night is black dark moonless cloud duvet tight, pillows many and soft, the nadir is the coldest Between the lark and the

Two Paths

Two Paths short poem

There were two paths it was up to me to choose, The path full of happiness or the path with tears and sorrow, I was alone, very alone at the place which was unknown. No one was there to support

Designed To Delight

Designed To Delight short poem

Mother Earth lies least Mountain stands like her breast Peak is sharp like nipple Greenery covers, like eye of an apple Clouds cover the peak, like white silk White clouds spread, like spillage of milk Sun signals setting in the

Your Eyes

Your Eyes short poem

Your eyes Are bluer than the skies Of summer. They shine more brightly Than heavenly stars that sparkle nightly. No finer line Could ever define A shape more perfect in design. One look and I’m enraptured – Captured! They have

A Real Life Loving Fairy Tale

A Real Life Loving Fairy Tale long poem

Well I guess I’m just one in a million few that still believes in love and the dream of dreams come true when you wish upon a lucky star up above… Well and I wonder why some people give up

I Will Be Me

I Will Be Me prose poem

I never really knew who I was, I always adapted to my surroundings. I clung on to the people around me and turned into someone they wanted, just because I wanted to be liked. Trying to blend in like a

Broken Hearts

Broken Hearts short poem

Why do we argue and fight? And hurt someone we love? Why does it take years to make and maintain a relation? But just a second to break one? Why have we become so insensitive? And have stopped finding a

Ginger Lime Tea

Ginger Lime Tea short poem

When she came in Through the door he Forgot to latch after The paid one had left, He was boiling water For the ginger lime tea, to Keep the black dogs of Last night, off his head. Amused at her

A Dream Not Fulfilled

A Dream Not Fulfilled sonnet poems

Lonely nights came by , Dark nights passed by, One night dream couldn’t last long, One moment there and then you see blur. Martin Luther King Jr had a dream but it’s not fulfilled. I had my dreams but it’s

Gunpowder And Orchids

Gunpowder And Orchids short poem

The bullets dance across my back, The guns hide behind my teeth, They pressed my name on a shiny new plaque, Along with the jagged bodies that can’t breathe. Their eyes are too vacant to see, Far too numb to

My Darling…

My Darling... short poem

My Darling… We are a secret in running shoes. To hide the very nature Of our delinquency, We say our precious words In darkness Lest our hearts be broken. We spill our guts, Scream our pain Precious Pallasite. You named

The Raven In The Box

The Raven In The Box elegy

Scared, timid, silent, sound it had no more, Rough and dead, its breath seem to fade, Flesh darkened, ripped apart from the soul, Cover the portions of my love, The Raven pleaded for its dying soul. I use to hear

Bird Beauty

Bird Beauty short poem

A harlequin parrot as free as a butterfly Flapp’d her rainbow wings in the azure sky Boasting her grandeur and flamboyance To mates devoid of charm and elegance She settled on the fecund oak tree’s bough Whose bare branches in

Mourning

Mourning short poem

Weighed by the weight of emptiness lost in the loss of music withering rhythm plagued sunshine silenced voice feverish moonlight shivering chirp moaning rain crushed smell smokey eyes creaking breath coughing air wailing heart choked feeling burning soul join mourn

The Promise

The Promise short poem

Death is a fallen woman you convince yourself it’s down on the corner waiting for you to show but it’s been intimate with everyone blood and bone unhealthy red lips nostrils flared that arhythmic stride like it’s been riding saddle

Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday short poem

Jerusalem exults with joy: Behold ye Christ the King! He’s Elohim’s truest envoy. Hosanna! Let us sing The chants of faithfulness and love, True Love of ether high, Whose herald is the peaceful dove; Turn hearts to Jesus: aye! Men

Hooked

Hooked long poem

Smoke a little weed, drink a little drink, there’s nothing to it or so you think but before you keep going you need to take a good look because underneath there lies a hook. So you do a little here

A Sweet Kitten

A Sweet Kitten short poem

Once I stumble upon a tiny kitten Amongst a pool of sweet flowers. Her blue beady eyes peeking through; Gleaming eyes full of wonder, On the side of a lonely road. Hiding neath the cover of flowers, Stealthily she moves

Someone Loves You

Someone Loves You short poem

There is someone who comforts her each day, stays with her till her tears go away. Makes her laugh even in her worst mood, never cares about her being rude. He holds her hand in the darkest night, never ever

I Am Not Changed

I Am Not Changed short poem

Every moment, my thought was you The focus of our precious pleasure life, I am not changed, not out of your way I am the same as the “one day” May be I am out of mind sometimes Yet, At

Dark Moonlight

Dark Moonlight short poem

Watching from pin hole lamps of baked clay. Every thorn was in my flesh. I was losing my voice in crowd of maniacs. Dragonflies climbing on worn leather. Through cracked sunroof – skull splinters into million heirlooms. Fever climbs the

Today’s Civilization’s Clamor !

Todays Civilizations Clamor ! short poem

“Does being at zenith of civilization vouch for unleashing mindless violence ? Does being at highest norm of humanity vouch to be swayed by the religious demagogues? Does rebuttal of one human with another vouch for the ‘blood’ of another

Pity Party

Pity Party long poem

Pity Party Come on down Entry is free With every frown Broken hearts welcomed Depressed souls too Even the desperate And lonely will do There’ll be an endless supply Of self loathing for sure Plenty room for crying On the

Unattainable

Unattainable prose poem

Full of beauty and majestic wonder Beyond the limitations of reason and understanding A sort of- holy enigma With no possible beginning, should there ever be an ending? Ever-watching eyes Always winking, might we share a secret I reach, but

Prisoners Of Time

Prisoners Of Time prose poem

We are born when we are born. We look around and see what we see. We then get on with it. We deal with what we have. This was true for those born one thousand years ago. It is true

Shine Bright In The Night

Shine Bright In The Night short poem

Years and years pass away, And how quickly we grow we can never say . All the people we meet , They come and go . You can never imagine how life is long , It’s a journey that you

Drifting Woods

Drifting Woods short poem

Sometimes I drift away crossing the time limits following the rivers’ way or climbing the higher summits Happily with the birds I fly or join the wolves while they cry Sometimes I like to be the sun sole and aloof

Just Out Of Heaven

Just Out Of Heaven short poem

The light is my way I don’t wanna go, I just wanna stay So perfect, so pure The one, and only, righteous cure However, I know, for now I must leave My word of advice, never give up, always believe

Shambhook…*

Shambhook...* short poem

Reeling in faith, dread of truth overpowers I loved the reason. My legs were shaky when I was treading on the barbs getting ready for a leap in the unknown. Somebody said myth was a whore. It turns men into

Herald Of A New Day

Herald Of A New Day short poem

The crackle of the fire has deadened red worms hidden deep in the heart of ash, to hear it you’d have to get your face close like a dog preparing to sniff another dog’s ass. The sleeping animals never dream

Write, But Not Tonight

Write, But Not Tonight short poem

I want to write, But not tonight. Sleep is calling, I feel me falling. I rest my head, On my soft bed. My eyes are closed. I cover my toes. But my mind’s clear, And in full gear. Words start

Forgives The Past

Forgives The Past short poem

Going backfoot he looked inside himself and felt a breeze on empty stomach. Mother-of-pearl, he was a sand grain in the eye of a storm. He wanted to shut off all beliefs to further the search of truth, be happened,

My Past

My Past short poem

I am often left wondering couldn’t I have shaped my life’s journey a better way I try to recollect the path by which I traversed in Life I do the post mart em of my actions and realise the blunder