#battlefields poems on Hello Poetry

Fheyra May 2020

They adored me,
This staff bethinks me—of the cauldron of my fortress
My Majesty, my beloved,-—Thou sealed our oath
We vanquished our domains;
Amending the ridges of rulers
Wherefor art thou atrabillous?—
I am always here..
My shoes, perfume, dresses, skin!—
Oft, thy presence doth bathe in battlefields,-- but my love, believe me
Thy half hath never trade scents with others..

On a maudlin hour,
Fictions beleaguering my honor
Whose feathers perched on papers?—
Dare to charge me?
I shalt pour wine on those
No man could halt my portrait;—
This necklace wilt stay on me.

This is the third sequence, where she seems to hear gossips or fabricated stories of her flirting with other men. Although, it sounds vague, for she had never done anything like that.

#domains #ridges #gossip #fictions #beleaguering #battlefields

Pyrrha Feb 2019

Her Secret Power

She has the kind of smile that lights up battlefields and stops time

My best friend

#smile #battlefields #stopstime

Birdy May 2016

Fuse

You took the innocence from my lips
Whilst carrying explosives at your hips
Tied my bomb and took a piece of my chest
Just to frame it
In a picture in the papers

I was watching the fuse to be lit
And you gambling that I would make it
Out of that lane
So I could do it all over again

I told you I'd give my life for you but I had no idea I would do it twice

#love #suicide #war #abuse #anxiety #giving #seperation #bombing #battlefields #suicidebombing

Edna Sweetlove Dec 2014

Memories Of A Visit To A Belgian Battlefield

One of the famous "Barry Hodges Memories" sequence

People think that Waterloo is a fascinating battlefield,
Relatively near to Brussels (where the sprouts come from
and, which are, as you know, a great cause of **** ****-gas).

But believe me there is more to it than that:
As I was wandering around checking out the graves
And generally having quite a nice time when...

A load of drug-crazed German bikers appeared
Sky-high on excess intake of *moules avec pommes frites
And several gallons of extra-strong Belgian beer.

And they leaped on us and bashed the living ****
Out of my poor 99 year old mother-in-law, Deidre,
And left her lying there spasticated on the battlefield.

And for what, a few lousy packets of French cigarettes;
And I needed a metal scoop to rescue her remains to take home;
Dear God, I shall skip any more 19th century champs de guerre.

#death #humour #belgium #farts #blood-n-guts #battlefields

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