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Suhayb 7d
Peace for our time.
Before the blasts of bomb and battling,
The roar of rhythmic rifles rattling.
Sudden sounds of screams are silenced.
Many millions meet their maker.

Peace for our time.
Is peace the vapid void of voice,
And sound surrounding the silent scores,
Lying lifeless, once laughing lovers,
Forever forgotten, in fields of flowers?

Peace for our time.
Did this twist of truth tempt the tides
Of fate, and fan the flames for us
To make the most merciless decision,
To **** for victory,
To **** with precision?

Peace for our time.
Both sides with bibles buckled to belts,  
Gamble on the good graces of God.
Which god would support this mindless ******,
Burnt bodies piled high to rot?

Peace for our time.
When our soil was soaked with soldiers sorrow.
Women wept, eyes echoing their agony.
Let us rejoice that this time would befall.


For if this is peace, speak not of war.
Based on a speech from the British Prime Minister, Neville Chamberlain, in which he declared 'Peace for our Time' shortly before the outbreak of WW2.
Kafka Joint Oct 8
Breath in, breath out,
Try not to breath -
Nothing should go amiss.
Kafka Joint Oct 7
I understand that leaves will fall,
And nothing will be there for a moment,
Or so I'm told.
Kafka Joint Oct 6
Nothing is happening twice
And some things will never happen,
But you wouldn't know it.
tanvi sharma Oct 6
It's ironical why **** themselves : because actually,they want to live.
They want to live life to the fullest ,but they find this "life" unattainable.
So they choose the sweet release of death rather than facing this messed up world we've created.
i was just thinking about suicide (in general)
and i realized that the ultimate reason behind is that people just wish to live a life they find hard to reach.
Kafka Joint Oct 6
I met this girl with beautiful eyes, which were constantly looking somewhere behind me. Probably she was imagining herself a better me, a me of tomorrow. So, I decided to stay overnight in this town, just in case.
Oh God, I'm happy in this morning,
Being free of problem solving,
Living loving the road I'm hitting,
The misery I'm passing through.


Oh, how I would be free to suffer
Other mornings and another,
Filled with oh-such charming pattern,
Being happy after all.


Oh happy! Seeing all gifts that matter,
A marrow and a loving mother,
Ever radiating on the darker-darker
Sight that I'm still having though.


Oh, the obscure morrow and yester -
All those possible disaster
Are enlightened and farther- farther
Now.


Oh God, I'm happy in the now-happening;
I wish this moment pending padding,
I would leave all those doubtful setting'
And resting for ever in a now.
12.11.2018
Bella-Lee Sep 17
Even a blind man sits and says,
Ay I see
And the deaf man says,
Oh I was told by a little birdy.
For they understand more,
About the torment of life and love.
Yet the dead still live,
In the darkness of the light above.
Still dead in love,
And living in hate.
All the time in the world;
End it now?...
I think it's too late.
Everything's fine.
Lyda M Sourne Aug 31
I won't write you a poem
Because I know that when I do
I'll fall in love with you
And I can't risk that
Paul Butters Aug 25
A massive moth outside in the night
Flings itself at
My bathroom window.
Another Icarus
Sorely tempted by the electric light within
My house.

A swooping vulture
It tries again and again,
Fracturing its fragile wings:
Battering itself to exhaustion.

Perhaps it curses some Moth God
And feels a failure in life,
Totally frustrated
At not being able to reach its imperative goal.
Not knowing
That had it succeeded
It would now be
Incinerated.

Paul Butters

© PB 25\8\2019.
Yes, I took my annual bath. hehe
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