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Shocked, blood bleached visage;
The caricature of a painted clown
Mourning the end of a crown.
Stoking flames fevering souls;
Rage born of a nation's pain
Spins out of control to the end of a race.
Bleeding smiles from new lips.
The macabre delight of the warped contortionist,
Gripping the earth in cold embrace.
Tear beaks into cold flesh and eyeballs,
Livers and hearts, someone's balls;
Oh the abattoir of the bloodless many.
Generals spanning maps,
Soldiers; dying en masse.
Just a quarrel over love and life;
A quarrel between kings.
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Waving anguished fingers at the spirited breeze
Billowing across the shabby forest.
Dashing across the darkened depths
Like studded golden beads
On a black dress at a funeral for the earth.
Splash across the sea of gnarled leaves
To fall on the blackened stream
Echoing of a screaming, brutal rape.
A name, on the tortured earth,
Leaving dead things in its wake,
As big eyed fish bubble up, pale.
Bent in an angle as if to dig into the depthless earth,
The swollen scorched earth;
Staring, yellow eyed, eyeing the blue sky.
A father figure or brother mine;
A friendly foe or sister wife.
Sketched on that burnt length in varied poses;
Stretched fingers melded with plastic gallons,
Hunting wealth in a haunted plot;
Someone like you, my friend.
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The lining of old hurts,
Slipping through memory to hug crumpled paper dreams.
The opening of a cocoon to the wings of the cold wind,
The end of every life;
All these are a tale that seeks an ending.
The food is finished;
The ants have built their grain bags tight,
The floor is cleaned of debris.
It is night, the mosquitoes, they bite
And the song, it dangles from its crushed throat.
As I watch the flickering shadows
Of your skirt slide out the door
And the echo of your ticklish laugh,
Spread through my skin,
Like a breaking surf returning back to sea;
This is some suitable end.
These are verses that whisper of what pain can be like. Each of the poems tell a different story and in each you will find some part of you. Take these verses, sit with them, sip a cup of coffee with them and let them lie beside you in slumber. Stay safe.
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Peace
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I also really liked the first one. and as you asked merchak, I see it as love of self that is a major cause of war. I am bigger better faster smarter more handsome than thou, so bow thy knee before me, and kiss the ground I walk on. Or I will kill and kill till you show fealty to me, type of self love.
Narcissism probably? I think this self love leads to entitlement which make some persons take and take and take without remorse and expect the oppressed to understand.
In many cases, the causes of war are as minute as a man pouring beer on another man by mistake. It's just sad that the world seem to love it.
Thanks for your wonderful contribution. Do come again. Stay safe @bashadow
This is triple threat. Hahaha. You write so beautifully. The first one got me though.
The bitter truth is that love is the origin of war:
War! Squabbling kings,
Generals spanning maps,
Soldiers; dying en masse.
Just a quarrel over love and life;
A quarrel between kings.
Love of what, is the question.
All the 3 poems are amazing. Way to go! Great post.
Thank you @shivanir1197. Thanks for stopping by. Do come again. Peace.
Three tired versus? Those were some powerful poems. Liked the first, made me think of the audiobook I'm making about King Richard III.
That's nice. I am glad you liked it. Thanks for stopping by. Do come again.
Your words crisp like a bowl of cereal in my ear.
"Flapping crows; black wings blanketing the burning sky"
It's very dark, very powerful. I'm very very fund of the first poem. But I like the third one too, very fluid, you can feel the atmosphere, this hour when everything dissolves and we just wait for life to come back.
Thank you. I am glad that you enjoyed the poems. My favorite is the last one though. 😂
Thanks for stopping by
Ahah you never know how the audience will receive it. XD My pleasure :)
A suitable end really got me..pretty touching
Nice one
Me too. 😂 thanks for enjoying my verses. Do come again
You're welcome..i will,you should go through some of mine,your contribution will be appreciated
You're welcome..i will,you should go through some of mine,your contribution will be appreciated
I loove the third poem! I feel it in every bit of me! There's always an end to things. And I wish it could be as suitable as in your poem! I honestly loovee loove your way of telling a story! I always feel something after reading your work! It feels great to be able to get a dose of your poetry! Thanks for sharing your thoughts and making us all feel alive and human!😊