Peace Poems
The Golden Journey To Samarkand
by James Elroy Flecker
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We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die,
We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, -
What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales,
And winds and shadows fall towards the West:
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The Stone
by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
"And will you cut a stone for him,
To set above his head?
And will you cut a stone for him--
A stone for him?" she said.
Three days before, a splintered rock
Had struck her lover dead--
Had struck him in the quarry dead,
Where, careless of a warning call,
He loitered, while the shot was fired--
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LET GO : SONG
by Ghairo Daniels
LET GO (Song )
Let go of multi-coloured cloaks
of roaming rage, of gloat
see frothy waves let go
wild, naked...just so, just so
Mountains watch our fields of
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The hour of the last goodbye (Making your peace).
by Sharon Morgan
How careful is the craft of conscience?
Which wields the sword of sorry,
That strikes the heels of discord,
And visits the home of the elusive.
Healing the rifts of former days
Respect is now paid,
As healing is sought
And time is bought.
Now, a conscience at ease
Grudges now cease.
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110. Lukewarm
by Kea Campbell
The lake plays with twilight, seeping amber and rose,
it paints a faint reflection before the dark of night grows.
Your fingers brush near mine, steady and hushed,
beneath the slow fading light, folding time leisurely, not rushed.
Windows rolled down, our music sweeping through the streets,
carrying the laughter and words we were too nervous to speak.
You harmonized to my melody, two lives syncretic-ally strummed,
Every refrain folded us closer into our own world of young love.
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110. Lukewarm
by Kea Campbell
The lake plays with twilight, seeping amber and rose,
it paints a faint reflection before the dark of night grows.
Your fingers brush near mine, steady and hushed,
beneath the slow fading light, folding time leisurely, not rushed.
Windows rolled down, our music sweeping through the streets,
carrying the laughter and words we were too nervous to speak.
You harmonized to my melody, two lives syncretic-ally strummed,
Every refrain folded us closer into our own world of young love.
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109. Hung Up
by Kea Campbell
I drank the molten gold of dawn, the scent of sunburnt cedar slow and deep.
Your name a whispered latticework, weaving through the marrow of my sleep.
I folded it inside the clefts where secrets rot and angels weep.
And wore it like a savage bloom, thriving where the broken keep.
You smiled and twilight thickened, thick as honey spilled in dusk’s soft cave.
A quiet pulse beneath my ribs, a tether forged from what I crave.
The air dripped ripe with bruised peaches, heavy in the slow decay.
While shadows breathed in fractured light, tangled in the frayed ballet.
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navajo, díí nihíji’ígíí
by atef ayadi
shimá yá’át’éehgo,
éí shí yáhooł’į́į́’,
dóó t’áá ajiłii’.
atef peace price
by atef ayadi
she said:
the nobel is a colonial receipt. we’re the audit.
you peer-review papers. we peer-review empires.
your equations are beautiful. shame they’re written in blood.
i said:
ask not for a seat at the table.
ask who built the table. then break its legs.
now go graffiti these on a particle accelerator.
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Where peace begins
by Mario Odekerken
When noise fades out and stillness grows,
a gentler path within us shows.
No battle cry,no marching beat,
just quiet thoughts, serene and sweet.
A moment's pause,a steady breath,
can turn the tide from fear to rest.
No angry word,no need to win,
just calm that rises deep within.
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Frances Ellen Wat Harper (14 poems about Peace)
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