"canticum" poems - Hello Poetry

*"Through grim and void we march towards freedom, we are all proud by serving the original Vow. Confronting the dreams of solitude and awe, our eyes will burst with tears by remembering home."*- Spoke the youngest of all, and the elders listened. *"Our smiles will freeze like an old photograph, and that burden is expected decay and colapse some day. Finding two men alive from five, saving two souls by killing ten. It ain't worth it.*" - Said the captain to the ***** "Our children will forgive you for being a murderer."- She replied. "Will we ever forgive ourselves for being murerers?": The enemy thought before he walked into the tent and killed them both. *"There's no phoenix rising, only a lifetime of carrion and a hostile wind that will carry our ashes across the battllefield."*- Said the drinking middle aged man to the Bartender. "We curse them, they curse us, there is no good side neither bad, sir, just a special feeling of threat, and some kind of love for killing. It's unforgiving, but it doesn't matter at all. We still die."- Interrupted the youngest of all. And from the distance was heard: *"Let us cut through the ominous throat of the land! Let us march upon destruction in the name of love! Fatal wounded, disarmed, violated, murdered, we don't care! Because we are laughing at the grave of a lost friend, we conceive destiny and grin to the blood moon. Oh! Mater Bellum ora pro nobis. Nobis hoc ostenderent. Sancta pulchra bellicum.."* And the land was painted in red, the men dead and a strange smell crawled in the air. The songs stopped, the laughs went silent. There was nothing and nothing happened . Just one red drop in the sea of blue.

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Aug 20, 2015

Aug 20, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC

katzenberg

Weapons of Desire (Canticum ignota fratres)

*"Through grim and void we march towards freedom, we are all proud by serving the original Vow. Confronting the dreams of solitude and awe, our eyes will burst with tears by remembering home."*- Spoke the youngest of all, and the elders listened. *"Our smiles will freeze like an old photograph, and that burden is expected decay and colapse some day. Finding two men alive from five, saving two souls by killing ten. It ain't worth it.*" - Said the captain to the ***** "Our children will forgive you for being a murderer."- She replied. "Will we ever forgive ourselves for being murerers?": The enemy thought before he walked into the tent and killed them both. *"There's no phoenix rising, only a lifetime of carrion and a hostile wind that will carry our ashes across the battllefield."*- Said the drinking middle aged man to the Bartender. "We curse them, they curse us, there is no good side neither bad, sir, just a special feeling of threat, and some kind of love for killing. It's unforgiving, but it doesn't matter at all. We still die."- Interrupted the youngest of all. And from the distance was heard: *"Let us cut through the ominous throat of the land! Let us march upon destruction in the name of love! Fatal wounded, disarmed, violated, murdered, we don't care! Because we are laughing at the grave of a lost friend, we conceive destiny and grin to the blood moon. Oh! Mater Bellum ora pro nobis. Nobis hoc ostenderent. Sancta pulchra bellicum.."* And the land was painted in red, the men dead and a strange smell crawled in the air. The songs stopped, the laughs went silent. There was nothing and nothing happened . Just one red drop in the sea of blue.

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One does not scale then claim the ancient mountain Nor by pretension tame the sea Sate the deep fire’s searing fountain Noble, though futile attempts be. Blood, sweat stained, predatory Alone infernum, lux ignis I stand. I fight with no hope for victory Mine crimson staccato metronome, life’s sweet stain on desert sand. Dispassionate, Fire’s breadth consuming all Whilst ever hollowing from within; Cracked lips cachinnate the brazen gall, Endeavoring as healers’ medicine. Adrift till the last ember chokes, emptied all of malice and slaughter, Peace be that last repose, my nox aquis, to be embraced by night upon the water.

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Oct 25, 2021

Oct 25, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC

turoa

Canticum bellator est vincit qui patitur

One does not scale then claim the ancient mountain Nor by pretension tame the sea Sate the deep fire’s searing fountain Noble, though futile attempts be. Blood, sweat stained, predatory Alone infernum, lux ignis I stand. I fight with no hope for victory Mine crimson staccato metronome, life’s sweet stain on desert sand. Dispassionate, Fire’s breadth consuming all Whilst ever hollowing from within; Cracked lips cachinnate the brazen gall, Endeavoring as healers’ medicine. Adrift till the last ember chokes, emptied all of malice and slaughter, Peace be that last repose, my nox aquis, to be embraced by night upon the water.

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black birds songs long when midnight meets two zeros freedom’s hard to feel in cages, unsung heros from the distance, a free bird listens left to lose, tied, denied dreams black bird cursèd broken wings tied and broken feet with a broken voice sings sings of freedom new dawn new song canticum novum flight might come soon

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Aug 23, 2020

Aug 23, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC

msfirexx

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black birds songs long when midnight meets two zeros freedom’s hard to feel in cages, unsung heros from the distance, a free bird listens left to lose, tied, denied dreams black bird cursèd broken wings tied and broken feet with a broken voice sings sings of freedom new dawn new song canticum novum flight might come soon

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