To my very small and loyal followers, I have not stopped writing im simply trying spoken word and trying to go to poetry events in real life. I think poetry is something I wish to explore in greater depth
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Title: 60 seconds on the battlefield
The past means all and the past means nothing
I rest happy, I rest loved, I rest quickly, I rest crying, I rest in agony,
Bloody,
Hated,
Slaughtered lamb,
The cold stone grows heavy,
Blood rush like sugar
CLICK BANG
#war#poem
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Title: 60 seconds on the battlefield
We run carelessly though fields me and little sis
Meaning in the now, pa's favourite dish,
Mum gives me a kiss, a kiss goodnight... no... a kiss goodbye to the son she once knew.
#war#poetry#poetrycommunity#poem#reading#haiku
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Title: 60 seconds on the battlefield
Bloody finger tips drip,
Dark star bright light trigger click... BANG
Cold stone upon my lip.
Lamb to the slaughter
Time does not stop for mere men
My heart needs water
...
...
...
I REMEMBER
#poetry#warpoetry#haiku
I miss you already
Never met but still fell in love
Left without a word.
Selfish but thats fine
Self love over leech love...Homicide
Your death, my salvation.
Live on without me,
Find happiness, find love, find yourself
Find you... then find me.
- Never give up hope.