#warandpeace - Hello Poetry

**Rain rain rain rain rain** ease our souls and bring us peace *be the trickling down of life to this place. No words to ease where a war rages. The quiet is violent. The world is at standstill silence.* Rain *to relieve this famine, pour from the heavens and bring us peace.*

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Feb 27, 2016

Feb 27, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC

LilBean

Famine Song

**Rain rain rain rain rain** ease our souls and bring us peace *be the trickling down of life to this place. No words to ease where a war rages. The quiet is violent. The world is at standstill silence.* Rain *to relieve this famine, pour from the heavens and bring us peace.*

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It is going well, we are driving fast away from where the bombs fall Fatima's hand sways move move We are many stronger than the rules we break through them to a rich country, not a monastery we do come to live slowly but we bring our own rules We want to work, take time to learn and get married to have a future and to give it to our parents who did not believe in it

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Jun 16, 2019

Jun 16, 2019 at 5:36 AM UTC

Zywa

We take time (to live)

It is going well, we are driving fast away from where the bombs fall Fatima's hand sways move move We are many stronger than the rules we break through them to a rich country, not a monastery we do come to live slowly but we bring our own rules We want to work, take time to learn and get married to have a future and to give it to our parents who did not believe in it

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Smoke slithered skyward, a silent silver hymn, Like snakes of sorrow where the light grew dim. My body, bruised, crept low through war’s refrain, Yet my heart rang loud in the hush of pain. The grass, like velvet, welcomed weary skin, As pines above swayed slow in sacred spin. The heavens stretched — a canvas washed in gold, A breathless scene too wondrous to be told. The Sun emerged, a monarch on his throne, Scattering sapphires where the wind had blown. Each blade of grass wore jewels like a bride, With dewdrops dancing, star-like, side by side. “Steal them!” stirred the mischief in my chest — But peace, not plunder, filled my soul with rest. The fields lay still, like hearts in silent prayer, The world — a whisper held in morning air. A single drop, like love, fell on my face, A gentle kiss, the sky's forgiving grace. The breeze began to hum a nameless tune, The clouds gave way, and rain became a boon. Each dewdrop held the story of the land, A mirror forged by time and nature’s hand. They gleamed like thoughts too deep for voice or ink, Then vanished softly at the eyelid’s blink. I closed my eyes — not sleep, but soul’s retreat, Wrapped in the warmth of dawn’s unfolding beat. Even as darkness tried to claim the day, The dew kept shining — soft, and sure, and gray. And I, though broken, found my burden gone — Bathed in the beauty of the dewy dawn.

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Jun 30, 2025

Jun 30, 2025 at 12:26 AM UTC

Sibil_Benny

The Dazzling Dewy Dawn

Smoke slithered skyward, a silent silver hymn, Like snakes of sorrow where the light grew dim. My body, bruised, crept low through war’s refrain, Yet my heart rang loud in the hush of pain. The grass, like velvet, welcomed weary skin, As pines above swayed slow in sacred spin. The heavens stretched — a canvas washed in gold, A breathless scene too wondrous to be told. The Sun emerged, a monarch on his throne, Scattering sapphires where the wind had blown. Each blade of grass wore jewels like a bride, With dewdrops dancing, star-like, side by side. “Steal them!” stirred the mischief in my chest — But peace, not plunder, filled my soul with rest. The fields lay still, like hearts in silent prayer, The world — a whisper held in morning air. A single drop, like love, fell on my face, A gentle kiss, the sky's forgiving grace. The breeze began to hum a nameless tune, The clouds gave way, and rain became a boon. Each dewdrop held the story of the land, A mirror forged by time and nature’s hand. They gleamed like thoughts too deep for voice or ink, Then vanished softly at the eyelid’s blink. I closed my eyes — not sleep, but soul’s retreat, Wrapped in the warmth of dawn’s unfolding beat. Even as darkness tried to claim the day, The dew kept shining — soft, and sure, and gray. And I, though broken, found my burden gone — Bathed in the beauty of the dewy dawn.

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The opposite of war isn't peace. It's creation. So take this time of isolation To make something that inspires A generation. A poem. A movie. A song. Something that reminds us That even though we feel alone, We belong.

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Apr 13, 2020

Apr 13, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC

zackripley

Opposite

The opposite of war isn't peace. It's creation. So take this time of isolation To make something that inspires A generation. A poem. A movie. A song. Something that reminds us That even though we feel alone, We belong.

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Keen are the eyes Of the blind holy man Sensing a distinction Between the good & the evil one I was indoctrinated By the side of the mortuary Into the church of light From the moment I first saw the sun... Alas! I was alive at first light. . . Alas! Alive tonight with newfound sight! Curious predeliction of the ones Who are unseen and unheard Reign of dissention is in your television Your political love has poltergeist origins Horrific, the demon shrieks now as it is unearthened The wicked eat the children While taxpayers watch in inflation Reverence has blown out the glass Windows impose a lack of decency Newfound boundaries break me down Do not voice your opinion outloud yet Boy you better keep your mouth shut Bombs desciccate the already barren land Body parts are strewn about a ****** desert Our news now displays a red herring All things vile & racist sabotage us American sins rest under the carpet Bombardment of psychological warefare Solidiers of misfortune, in the name of "God" We are frigid out among the chilling air White knuckles call for redemption A forecast of peace but a war remains Upheaval of misunity prevails As summer heat recharges The Constitution has been shredded With barefoot seizures upon our own soil A toddler with his weak hands upon the keys of ****** & capitalism Sorrid buttons of war await at the desk Like a planchelette brandished in the candle light glow A country playing games with the Devil Tunnel vision of the spectres & theives Another spell, maybe another time...

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 5:05 AM UTC

blackcatpoetry

In The Name Of God

Keen are the eyes Of the blind holy man Sensing a distinction Between the good & the evil one I was indoctrinated By the side of the mortuary Into the church of light From the moment I first saw the sun... Alas! I was alive at first light. . . Alas! Alive tonight with newfound sight! Curious predeliction of the ones Who are unseen and unheard Reign of dissention is in your television Your political love has poltergeist origins Horrific, the demon shrieks now as it is unearthened The wicked eat the children While taxpayers watch in inflation Reverence has blown out the glass Windows impose a lack of decency Newfound boundaries break me down Do not voice your opinion outloud yet Boy you better keep your mouth shut Bombs desciccate the already barren land Body parts are strewn about a ****** desert Our news now displays a red herring All things vile & racist sabotage us American sins rest under the carpet Bombardment of psychological warefare Solidiers of misfortune, in the name of "God" We are frigid out among the chilling air White knuckles call for redemption A forecast of peace but a war remains Upheaval of misunity prevails As summer heat recharges The Constitution has been shredded With barefoot seizures upon our own soil A toddler with his weak hands upon the keys of ****** & capitalism Sorrid buttons of war await at the desk Like a planchelette brandished in the candle light glow A country playing games with the Devil Tunnel vision of the spectres & theives Another spell, maybe another time...

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a belly full of thoughts— are we pregnant with deeper truths? and among tents and mass graves we camp too close to death, building final resting places while pretending they’re temporary. we say it doesn’t exist— yet it exists. every hour we deny the exit sign, yet it flickers above us still. surrounded by suffering, we live in the silence of the screams of the ****** when the dam wall falls, we brace for cool water— instead, throats erupt into fountains of war. we siege the machines, engineer soldiers, press men into beasts of burden—arms shortened to armfuls of weapons. food for thought— my belly is full, yet my mind is starving. and still, we refuse to taste the truth.

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Full, Yet Starving

a belly full of thoughts— are we pregnant with deeper truths? and among tents and mass graves we camp too close to death, building final resting places while pretending they’re temporary. we say it doesn’t exist— yet it exists. every hour we deny the exit sign, yet it flickers above us still. surrounded by suffering, we live in the silence of the screams of the ****** when the dam wall falls, we brace for cool water— instead, throats erupt into fountains of war. we siege the machines, engineer soldiers, press men into beasts of burden—arms shortened to armfuls of weapons. food for thought— my belly is full, yet my mind is starving. and still, we refuse to taste the truth.

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