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Niki Gray Dec 2019
In my head again
fighting a battle
I know I can't win.

Shut down or stand up,
never good enough.
Insecurities.

Conceding no more,
hesitation gone,
I've settled the score.

Look in the mirror,
dismiss my disguise.
Fierce and Strong I rise.
Still pretty new to poetry and trying different styles.  This one I believe is called syllabic verse and contains 5 syllables per line.  Thank you for reading hope you enjoy it.  Thank you to all whom love and support me.  Special thanks to my husband, children, brother and friends (S.M., C.H. and anyone else I forgot.)  Thank you C. Love for the revising suggestions and Gretchen Miller for the title.
Undead Nomad Nov 2019
charging into combat
with our nearly emptied guns
damaged armor
and honor under the violent sun
holding our hope
the battle can still be won

the souls of bullets ringing in my ears
the smell of smoking powder
filling my lungs
I have unwittingly become
a tried man amongst his peers
notwithstanding
the weary looks and leers

artificial clouds and rain dance overhead
dreams of love become the thinnest spread over fields of pride
I'm still hungry
though full of water and bread
shrapnel memories left in stead
as my blood bleeds a trail of red

the inglorious mutter
"it's foolish to have fought this war"
still
we march on
through the pain and gore
holding thoughts in our heads
and feelings evermore
hearts that never stop beating
though ever sore
Chris Nov 2019
No one would know of the battles they fought,
Their tear tracks long dried after they cried alone again at night.
Their demon woke in the darkness, taunting and teasing,
Their mind fought them fiercely, trying not to give in.
Night for night they struggled, they didn’t want to cease fighting,
but even the strongest would give in,
If their sanity was leaving.
Pear Summers Nov 2019
This could be the last chance you have to fly
Do you like the ground want it to pass you by
When you were just a kid and you held your cry
Now you have your voice, don't let it defy.
What you dreamed of, don't let it die
It's not the last goodbye let it be your war cry.
Anthony Feng Nov 2019
It’s time to water my own plants,
It’s time to grow.

It’s time to bandage up
  my own wounds,
It’s time to heal.

It’s time to face my fears,
It’s time to fight.

I’m done sitting around,
I’m done waiting to be saved.

   I’m saving myself,
I’m fighting my own battles.
I’m done waiting. I’m just done with everyone.  I’m fighting my own battles. I don’t need anyone.
BEK Nov 2019
the moon demanded our attention
it radiated glowing rings
through a shimmering mist

your eyes were filled with magic
endless glistening stars
captivating every inch of me

the moon had a message
that could not be ignored
despite our efforts to suppress

as certain as the moon is pure and true
there was a profound storm afoot
a downpour

i took a long and deep breath
ensuring that every bit of the cleansing air
became a part of me

i fell into a deep and heavy sleep
the rhythm of the raindrops and the beat of the pounding thunder
composed a lullaby like no other

but, i was pulled out of my heavenly slumber
it was time to wake up and reclaim control
try to find comfort in the wisdom of the weatherman

surely his knowledge eclipses the moon's eloquence
the genuine peace from a lullaby
and the exquisite magnetism between souls
Cynthia Nov 2019
A world so cold
caught in a thunderstorm
it's all we have ever known
pain and suffering
in a world so cold
heartaches and tears
scrolling down
on a radiating storm
furiously and incomprehensible
I used to see everything black and white,
then you woke me
I used to think everything was,
but then you woke me
I used to think of everything black,
but then
You saved me from — a constant battle in the storm.
Max Neumann Nov 2019
the battle for
**** and ******

mind the need to
****

like an old poet a.k.a. copycat
feel me?
Ruheen Nov 2019
War
Did you want a battle?
I'm sorry,
I only do war.
It's more dangerous,
And a hell of a lot
Scarier.
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