#battle poems on Hello Poetry

Gypsy Apr 2014

When the world breaks
And the sky falls
When the sun expands
And engulfs the moon
Will you be the one to carry out the final blows?
Will you run from the flames?
Will your final words be sweet goodbyes?
Or will a battle cry rip from your lungs

Will you become
Or will you be?

#war #future #death #end #world #battle #fight #apocalypse

2aftermidnight Apr 2014

Battle Of The Heavens

war is starting, a blood bath but drains no blood scar’s beyond repair kills whats most important ,sounds of a crying conscious asking for help a louder and darker voice choking those who ask for savior, how can i? how can i?, darkness what have you done, should i serenader to hell, is hell the answer to my freedom or is my twisted mind who is controlled by the lord of darkness, Homer, Aesop, Hesiod, Sappho, Solon, Aristotle what should i do? i beg, lead me to find a way to get my conscious stronger lead me as you led heros, fill my heart with courage as you filled thy, battle of the heavens or is it what we call a weak alibi to stay in darkness.

#of #heavens #battle #the #2aftermidnight

Kate Deter Apr 2014

Fires of War

The fires of war will burn
Deep within the heart.
Ev’ryone the ache of loss will learn.

The enemy we spurn—
Their blood spreads far apart.
The fires of war will burn.

“Bring us death, sir. Please,” the wounded yearn.
“We have done our part.”
Ev’ryone the ache of loss will learn.

The war’s at last adjourned.
Off the fields I cart
The fires of war that burn.

Soldiers pile up in heaps. I turn—
I list the dead in charts.
Ev’ryone the ache of loss will learn.

The past will ne’er return.
The conflicts always start.
The fires of war that burn
The ache of loss will learn.

#war #fire #pain #death #battle #heartache #villanelle

Red Bergan Apr 2014

Sparring with Aiden

My veins pulse,
with every breathing stride.
As we collide,
Sword to sword.

Midstream you pivot,
Slashing towards my skin.
I flourish.
Blocking the ****.

You try with every effort,
You learned from your father well.
The lord of fire,
Shalt not let you fail.

Windmilling,
You fall to the ground.
Hiding your eyes in that black hair.
You never hide them well.

I kneel down,
Tilting your chin up for you to see.
A smile on my face.
The smile of a proud mother.

"Aiden,
You have done well my son..
Now teach the other five.
And you have won."

A mother and son thing. NO I AM NOT A MOM. To young, will wait for a long time.

#battle #children #aiden #sparring #cubs

CH Apr 2014

crumpled

I want someone who doesn’t see the scars and scratches on my body
as a symbol of destruction and misery
I want someone who sees the scars and scratches on my body as
a piece of art – a representation of survival
Someone who sees me as a crumpled piece of paper
that is still, somehow, whole but

Simply crumpled

#love #battle #body #scars

i Apr 2014

crystal eyes

she was acting like summer
and walking like winter.
she was cold blooded and alone,
another lonely broken heart.
her hopes and dreams were crashed
and reasons to live vanished.
crystal eyes, long brown hair,
lovely smile and pure soul,
that's the girl that went through it all.
through all the battles that came into her life,
through all the tears that made her die inside,
through everything that step in the way,
she went through it all.
and is it the last battle for her now,
to jump and die or run away and cry.
go darling,
cry it all out,
just don't spent the night in the dark cold forest,
which shall birds fly over your head
and take a look at your lonely heart.
in there you're just a soul,
another misguided ghost,
walking on ****** leaves.