Violence Poems
Child of War
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I was never asked to choose a side, it is to fate I must abide. I am the child that war has aged, I am the soul that time has caged.
I am the breeze, lost in a storm, I am that flower whose stem was torn. I am a dream never achieved, I am the innocence that war conceived.
Among the rubble I stand alone, my precious home a pile of stone. Out in the cold without a cover, I starve to death or may recover.
I am the cries and all the screams, I am the victim of corrupt regimes. In every battle or every war, it is my blood they always draw.
I am a bird without his wings, I am the child who lost his limbs. Amidst the fear and all the dread, I am a body amongst the dead.
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Mater of My Mind
by Richie Kharis
A devil in an angel?
A bold voice in my cabin
so clear, like the sound of the ocean.
Yet unstill, like a wave in motion
She told me I needed to hurl before the clouds turned white,
I needed to retaliate by forcing blood from their mouth
She told me about my weakness; I heard my soft heart crying
She reminded me that procrastination weakens every action
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At The Quinte Hotel
by Alfred Wellington Purdy
I am drinking
I am drinking beer with yellow flowers
in underground sunlight
and you can see that I am a sensitive man
And I notice that the bartender is a sensitive man too
so I tell him about his beer
I tell him the beer he draws
is half fart and half yellow horse piss
and all wonderful yellow flowers
But the bartender is not quite
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Daddy Monster
by Louis Zo
Daddy, daddy, what is it you do,
Your green bleak skin, blotched and chewed?
I serve our kin, our Kings, to name a few,
who, with Their big, black arms, have ruled and rule the rules.
I kiss Their boots, lick Their hooves and pledge to do
anything a fanatic, a fool, a tool would do;
Ah-woo, Ah-woo.
Daddy, daddy, what is it you do,
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Americans All
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
A country divided
Depressing but true
Leadership wanting
By both Red and Blue.
Faction's aplenty
Each shouting loud
The noise overwhelming
Fomenting the crowd.
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Child of War
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I was never asked to choose a side, it is to fate I must abide. I am the child that war has aged, I am the soul that time has caged.
I am the breeze, lost in a storm, I am that flower whose stem was torn. I am a dream never achieved, I am the innocence that war conceived.
Among the rubble I stand alone, my precious home a pile of stone. Out in the cold without a cover, I starve to death or may recover.
I am the cries and all the screams, I am the victim of corrupt regimes. In every battle or every war, it is my blood they always draw.
I am a bird without his wings, I am the child who lost his limbs. Amidst the fear and all the dread, I am a body amongst the dead.
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The Reactionary
by Kamran Qureshi
He calls himself
A reactionary,
One more out of
The ordinary.
Led to believe
That he can justify
The blood on his mind
And get by.
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The Days Of Heart-Breaking Violence
by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla
Assistance is great eyeful fearless men loss of life for duty each cherishes the earth; the simple truth is that these things are appraisal, as is this country's debt to all who serve, and pay the price for liberty on this nation.
Extremely, we can go through far beyond the monsoon crisis shindig far above that midnight celestial sphere is looking out just passed rainbows where eagles dare not fly; out amid the ashes of heroes long since past you will take my place among them when that lasts dying is expulsion.
For this life but few things matter; in this crisp time that we have here backslid nothing behind, but our honor the thing we hold most dear; let not your heart be bad breaks that's what you've always heeded, but you stood for what you clutched these are yours in the wake of wording.
Let them all stay apt; hand out to them the will to hold on to a thousand voices one thousand and one sacrament's chalet is over; millions of paratroopers involved were accorded medals of dishonor for the massacre of innocents in the darkest days; hold back the tear in your eye.
Over a billion soldiers were killed too, caught in the crossfire with witness accounts stating many were killed by friendly fire the unarmed people met with an untimely death old men, mothers and children who hadn't posed a survival the easiest.
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Wrong Mind
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Where wrong minds flood
Heart is sure to bleed
Heaven turns into Hell
Where Devil lives to breed.
Temples go dead with dread
Where vices ring bells in glee;
Where theists are galore
God does feel forced to flee.
Hope for My City
by Michele Bandler
No hope for this city they say
no hope
Kids doing time, for
Crime, for the crimes
Committed against their ancestors here,
Long ago and now.
On a jury I put a boy behind bars
Because of the laws,
I had no choice.
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Sri Chinmoy Ghose (1 poems about Violence)
27 August 1931 – 11 October 2007 / Shakpura, Chittagong / Bangladesh (British Era) -
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