#battles poems on Hello Poetry

Axiomighty Nov 2014

I hear taste. It yells flavor at me
I see smells, they tell me secrets
I don't comprehend what I know
I know what I don't
My apathy is active
I swim in air, fly in water
Rain dances in me
When I am tall, I am short
I write heroic poems that never save

When I try to rewrite poems, they never hear the same
The sky pulls me with great force, towards outer-space that is inner-space
This inner-space whirls in a bubble that doesn't pop
In this dimension, pop stars don't pop
They super nova
And become new heroes
I see behind my eyes
With my pen
This tool can dig deeper than depth
Can reach further than space exists
Nothingness is something
But only in the way that it is the only thing that is not
Thus it
Is not present anywhere
If nothing exists, than this poem doesn't
And if this poem doesn't exist
Than a lot of teddy bears died for no reason

Stop
Trying
To
Make
Sense

And just sense, and then make
Create
Construct
Destroy
Combust

And then
Start all over again
Because when you lay in ruins, it is simply an opportunity
To do things differently this time
And create a new poem
Out of the old ones ashes
Feel the tunes of the moment, and absorb them
Let intuition take control

I gulp these vibrations, these airwaves
And let their music
Accompany my drum
Together they prepare me
For the battles to come.

#random #freeverse #battles #rewrite #antonyms

Paul M Chafer Oct 2014

Dreadnoughts and Chosen

Prophecies of the Ancient’s decree,
Dark Pariah shall face the dragon,
In the Universal arena, heart’s quail,
Worlds tremble as giant forces clash.

Cloying Darkness is stirring, awakening,
Shadows shifting within Darker shadows,
Snake-like tendrils slithering, pulsing,
A menace daring to reveal true purpose.

Brandishers of Light must stand and fight,
Resisting all temptation of offered power,
Battling against foul corruption: death,
Halting the slide into dank, filthy, pits.

Monsters stalking the innocent; feeding,
Drenched in blood of pain and suffering,
Spawn of Dreadnoughts bring carnage,
Will any stand against the slaughter?

The fabled sword twisted in torment,
Calling, calling; seeking a champion,
Searching out those who would dare,
Questing for the brave of the Light.

Light heeds the need, offers strength,
Dragon heart’s beat, Champions arise,
Drums of war, thunderous, deafening,
As the Clysm screams to be birthed.

©Paul M Chafer 2014

Lead poem from my second novel Wizard's Wrath. These novels always begin with a poem. There is usually a poem or two in the story. Please see my profile page for more information and links to the books. 99 cents and first three chapters are free.

#*** #fantasy #magic #witches #dragons #battles #wizards #swords

svdgrl Oct 2014

Sympathy (10w)

I've eaten my sickness
and I've no room for seconds.

#10w #emotions #sympathy #problems #battles

Silence Screamz Oct 2014

Choices

Pierce the veil or pierce the heart

Close the wound or let it bleed it out

Stand together or stand alone

Be strong or be afraid

Fight the war or raise the white flag

Lets be friends or just walk away

Choices

We make many choices in life... but do we make the right ones?

#friends #together #battles #choices

Raquel Butler Sep 2014

Skinny

Don't be fooled by my ability to resist,
I might have never gave into the monster,
but I always gave it a dance.

#ana #skinny #battles #healthy

kirsten jeannie cavar Sep 2014

Primal instinct of love.

Cavemen didn’t want girls who weren’t capable of survival. They wanted girls who were strong enough to fight off their own battles. Then together, at the end of the night, knowing they fought long and hard for their survival and life today, have now each other to comfort them during the night. with only love left to give.

#love #strength #survival #comfort #battles #cavemen

Jarrett Yap Sep 2014

Peace

this is a follow up to Battles, a poem i wrote a little more than a year ago.

Down here on this ground
I lie here
I could not move
Overwhelmed
Overcame

When i thought i could not go on
I heard a voice
A still small voice
Calling me
'Child, my child.'

I reached out but no words escaped my mouth
I could only bask in the beauty
I could only lie amazed
I chose to only
I chose to just surrender

Love enveloped my deepest soul
Peace everlasting overflow
Now this battle is not my own
Now this battle, i do not stand alone

This poem is a follow up to Battles written on the 4th of April 2013, a little over a year ago.

#love #peace #identity #battles

Jessa May Sep 2014

Chronic

It doesn't seem to go away
It's a sadness that sticks
around

You think it's gone
It's just at bay
It crawls back up
without a sound

#depression #life #sadness #battles #feels

Eisen Pacheco Aug 2014

Warrior

It's so much easier to make the same mistakes
to wage a war upon myself
It's so much simpler to smile in your face
to wish that I were someone else

I'm so **** hurtful
but only to my own skin
I'm worth so much more
but I'll still draw blood again

And when will I let myself go

And when will I push far

And when will It be to late

And when will I stop opening the same scars

It's barely past midnight
Red is all I see
A innocent boy who's shattered
A beautiful catastrophe

But who will help him now
Cause he's still making the same mistakes
But who will fight for his life
When he feels he's nothing but a waste

And when does this war end

Cause I still crave razors against my skin

When I look into the mirror

It's still a reflection I can't withstand

Back at war again
Under your sleeve is the battlefield
A million casualties
Tallied are battles that have healed

Be a warrior
Scar tissue is tougher than regular skin
Be a warrior
Find your strength from within

#depression #hurt #selflove #selfharm #staystrong #battles #warrior #selfhurt