#peacepoetry
Worrisome oaf
Cradle of milk
Hunted and bitten
Snarl of ice
Whispering dread
Call again through the storm
Deaden the chorus of hatred
Retrieve us from our pouring lusts
We know no other mother sir
Please repeat your prayer
My nose breaks as do my ears in the madness
Deafening anger assaults back
Taste is putrid waters of my own making
I'm hurled in the advance
Grasp my neck and cover my shame
Pour your wisdom before our doors
You, having escaped the rains
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 8:38 PM UTC
They say peace
looks like white—
like the wings
of a dove.
But to me,
peace feels blue.
Indigo blue.
Sky blue.
The soft blue
of a baby’s room,
with laughter
that warms the heart.
Oct 13, 2025
Oct 13, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
My dear world,
Your children's scream in pain,
But no one hearing,
In this ***** mans game,
The edge of the machine,
Cuts so deep,
An eye for an eye,
Makes the whole world blind,
Yet we think another bullet,
Will save us this time!
By; Nida Mahmoed
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC