Poems on the topic: war

Poems on the topic “war” on Poets.by.

AnxiousDave Bonta

Diversion

O rat the plate sat empty full of air alone the little prince this day proclaimed a war
AngryDave Bonta

Birnam Wood

the whole difference between a wood and an army is love they that laugh and do nothing only respect the grave razing all the strongholds giving the land a massacre in the fields but none of the men I write about burn like candles
AngryDave Bonta

Things fall apart

where rivals play-act a war and we all give the given talk where they know things from the king’s own mouth I trust an atheistic drunk to account for hope
AngryDave Bonta

Arms dealer

I lose count of all the late-night finds a ladder to the heart a good red tune a plot to make war appear greater than money
AngryDave Bonta

Fulmination

the received spit of news in the mouth War Moon
AngryDave Bonta

Life preserver

who is carrying us to war to ward off news I have stopped up ears as the first act of hostility the land is sunk only the captain found a finite bed
AngryDave Bonta

Harvester

an absence of red in the war is a white lie thin as corn the bodies of the poor
AngryDave Bonta

Warmongers: six haiku

a half-moon over the maps of several poor countries that sullen bastard will go at midnight take the child and dance it in his arms guarded by his horse the soldier is a flying army in his head going to be married so the rape is hushed up mouths receive the sacrament whose bread would pay for a war blood on the back stairs not capable of bearing children
AngryDave Bonta

Propagandist

I bled ink for this war people saw me sing and dance out of key out of night the fruit of my endeavors for all for God for the least wrong king
CheerfulDave Bonta

Outsider

where all discourse of war where a man can command a committee I would have my own rose and an onion to suck it is strange to see how jealous of me they are
CheerfulDave Bonta

Sandstone

my stone is well-bred serves well in any injury or sport and will go to bed pretty as all the news of war and sand
AngryDave Bonta

Following orders

the pen sat hiring ships to go to war in a pretty hand and is now very discrete more than me I am among other things a man that history missed my victory over doubt was killed and taken

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