Warfare

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Earth

How old am I?
Can you tell me by looking towards the sky?
Can you tell by ripping me apart?...

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Crumbling Dreams

Crumbling Dreams

Crumbling dreams made of basalt stone,
All but memories of kingdoms throne.
Tombs dot fields...

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WW I - FIRST GAS ATTACK ...

First a thick smoke
drifts ashore
no panic ,amongst the water blood and mud
yellow...

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Lost at War

This is my first ever poem so any replies / criticism is greatly appreciated.

Straight out of...

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SOLDIERS

SOLDIERS

Barely eighteen he was asked to fight
For his country all day and night
In a battle to face...

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DRONES

DRONES

Drones
Bobo, why do they hate me so
I'm laying here covered in blood
I'm only small I...

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War Thought

War Thought

War is tragedy, which at all costs is to be avoided.
It reverts mankind to less civilized baser...

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Warcraft

Warcraft

We will remember them.
Tribute to all those lost to war.
.
Many guns thunder, and all...

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THREE BROTHERS

THREE BROTHERS

This is a tale of brothers three

Benny, Lenny and the youngest me

From the North...

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All the glittering stars

All the glittering stars

Last year, to the date
I tried to die
Last night, every second
I’ve never felt so...

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War

War, war, war.
The thing that makes families poor.
It kills people's sons, husbands and...

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The Toxic War Of Love

The Toxic War Of Love

Blisters on my feet,
Scarred deep within,
Oh, the pain,
That pain after the sin,...

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Battle Stations

Battle Stations

I have never been one for taking a chance !
I always like the odds stacked in my favour.
To...

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Well Of War

Well Of War

Tribute to those lost to the First World War battlefield.
.
This land looks as barren and...

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MY LIFE WOULD BE CHANGED...

MY LIFE WOULD BE CHANGED FOREVER


At 8:56pm my life would be changed forever more
When the German soldiers knocked upon my...

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Warhammer

Warhammer

It’s raining blood from up above
He's pacing the battlefield
His cemetery playground
...

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BROKEN GLASSES - this...

BROKEN GLASSES - this scribe recasts quiet simmering rot - if only to make a spectacle of myself.

The sun dappled patio irresistibly beckoned
pillowed pad to bedeck the cement Square
sized...