"dugged" poems - Hello Poetry

Begin the ****** battle Bouncing bullets between brain and vein Trenches dugged in heart Barbed wire surrounds damaged parts Roaring war rages on Pouring bloodshed in every artery Aorta keeps pumping New oxygenated soldiers But they are soon dead And their bodies flow back to the heart. All in name of the superpowers They do not care of the hours spent the shower of bullets used They simple oppose one another Desires to dispose the other. Left vs Right with no end in sight Each write their demands Compromising is not an option So the war continues on and the body suffers. You begin to forget about hope presume the cadet is missing in action No body to exhume though you must resume the war and worry about hope later If there is one. As you begin to feel the ware and tear. Noone is aware of the internal bruising Missiles cruises, capillaries blown to bits Military chivalry shivers in this civil war The cavalries only misery delivery is that of the dead peasantry. History's favourite victim. Without hope, the rope tempts Only preempts what's to come. It would take an uprising for peace to return. But there is no need for revolutionary force to win this war. As the organs are still functionary A beat, no matter how faint, is still a beat. and in the pulmonary vein, that train to the heart, the optimists are rewarded with an armistrice and peace breaks out like lil' flamin' poppies swaying in the breeze lining the battleground After all the damage done something pretty survived and bloomed in spring as a reminder That even in the lowest part of your history When war consumes you inhaling the fumes of desperation, humiliation and pain poisons your core leaving your thoughts sore and the rope serpent tempts All is not lost. Hope can still be seen can still break the surface and grow. It has always retained the same purpose. Just like when Pandora opened her box and let out all the misery in the world. One thing remained. Hope. There is always hope. Wars will end. Time passes Poppies grow. You gotta keep believing Stop deceiving yourself that leaving is best. You gotta have hope.

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC

aar505n

You Gotta Give Them Hope

Begin the ****** battle Bouncing bullets between brain and vein Trenches dugged in heart Barbed wire surrounds damaged parts Roaring war rages on Pouring bloodshed in every artery Aorta keeps pumping New oxygenated soldiers But they are soon dead And their bodies flow back to the heart. All in name of the superpowers They do not care of the hours spent the shower of bullets used They simple oppose one another Desires to dispose the other. Left vs Right with no end in sight Each write their demands Compromising is not an option So the war continues on and the body suffers. You begin to forget about hope presume the cadet is missing in action No body to exhume though you must resume the war and worry about hope later If there is one. As you begin to feel the ware and tear. Noone is aware of the internal bruising Missiles cruises, capillaries blown to bits Military chivalry shivers in this civil war The cavalries only misery delivery is that of the dead peasantry. History's favourite victim. Without hope, the rope tempts Only preempts what's to come. It would take an uprising for peace to return. But there is no need for revolutionary force to win this war. As the organs are still functionary A beat, no matter how faint, is still a beat. and in the pulmonary vein, that train to the heart, the optimists are rewarded with an armistrice and peace breaks out like lil' flamin' poppies swaying in the breeze lining the battleground After all the damage done something pretty survived and bloomed in spring as a reminder That even in the lowest part of your history When war consumes you inhaling the fumes of desperation, humiliation and pain poisons your core leaving your thoughts sore and the rope serpent tempts All is not lost. Hope can still be seen can still break the surface and grow. It has always retained the same purpose. Just like when Pandora opened her box and let out all the misery in the world. One thing remained. Hope. There is always hope. Wars will end. Time passes Poppies grow. You gotta keep believing Stop deceiving yourself that leaving is best. You gotta have hope.

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I knew I have to cut this strings to save myself. But I never realized I was already drowned. He left me in depths of my love and despair. He removed the air in space and dugged me down to the pit of sorrow. I saw him down here, his arms that could save me held another. I cried so much for the first time. I cant decipher this was this great love? was this loss love? was this love at all? Tell me, if he ever love me even once because there were never days I wasnt inlove with him.

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC

lorraine-cinco

Tell me

I knew I have to cut this strings to save myself. But I never realized I was already drowned. He left me in depths of my love and despair. He removed the air in space and dugged me down to the pit of sorrow. I saw him down here, his arms that could save me held another. I cried so much for the first time. I cant decipher this was this great love? was this loss love? was this love at all? Tell me, if he ever love me even once because there were never days I wasnt inlove with him.

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My first I still feel the thirst My last? I don't want this to past Thoughts that make nonsense Thinking hard How will this make sense? Turning words into art Am I doing it right? Do the standards making me look good? I feel tight In my eyes, this is all I could Someone understand I need a hand Being dugged up by land... I must take a stand!

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Jul 23, 2017

Jul 23, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC

INAH

My First

My first I still feel the thirst My last? I don't want this to past Thoughts that make nonsense Thinking hard How will this make sense? Turning words into art Am I doing it right? Do the standards making me look good? I feel tight In my eyes, this is all I could Someone understand I need a hand Being dugged up by land... I must take a stand!

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I could make a stream With the tears that saddles Down on my plain chest I could create a well From the hole dugged round my heart If life were as rosy as it seems And love were as sweet as happily ever after Like movies depict Then this tears dat rolls out uncontrollably Should be that of joy Dunno what this is For the pain I feel Is washed off with my tears But my heart taste salt As my tears taste sour If I deserve to be shown to the world If ve earn that much Do not hesitate to flaunt it But,if not Then let me cuddle myself And raise my heads high Cos,I believe life continues Even if the world says otherwise

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC

Honeydrops92

Untitled

I could make a stream With the tears that saddles Down on my plain chest I could create a well From the hole dugged round my heart If life were as rosy as it seems And love were as sweet as happily ever after Like movies depict Then this tears dat rolls out uncontrollably Should be that of joy Dunno what this is For the pain I feel Is washed off with my tears But my heart taste salt As my tears taste sour If I deserve to be shown to the world If ve earn that much Do not hesitate to flaunt it But,if not Then let me cuddle myself And raise my heads high Cos,I believe life continues Even if the world says otherwise

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I'm so numb I cant feel I need to know if I'm still alive But how there's only one way and I cant go through that path again I cant... I shouldn't... BUT I MUST! I grabbed a blade dugged it into my poor lifeless skin I started to feel I feel the pain I feel the blood dripping and I hear it splashing to the floor to the puddle by my feet I feel alive I stopped for a second But here comes the numbness and the lifeless me again I needed more I cut again a I ripped my skin apart inch by inch I felt so alive like I'm not dead that I'm actually living

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC

lillieanna

Untitled

I'm so numb I cant feel I need to know if I'm still alive But how there's only one way and I cant go through that path again I cant... I shouldn't... BUT I MUST! I grabbed a blade dugged it into my poor lifeless skin I started to feel I feel the pain I feel the blood dripping and I hear it splashing to the floor to the puddle by my feet I feel alive I stopped for a second But here comes the numbness and the lifeless me again I needed more I cut again a I ripped my skin apart inch by inch I felt so alive like I'm not dead that I'm actually living

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Am a prisoner Prisoner of my own urges Stuck in a grave Dugged by my own cravings Held in a maze of throbbing fantasises Jaded My mind in a haze running around in circles There's no escape Budding roses bud Humming birds hum The night's on a break of dawning darkness My messiah cocked up in seven green bottles About to hit rock bottom The stars offer a hand of hope But I'm beyond salvation Deep down in the sea of dizziness I smile diligently as I sip from the lips of seven I'm a prisoner and there is no escaping tonight.

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Mar 14, 2017

Mar 14, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC

Kings

Green warder

Am a prisoner Prisoner of my own urges Stuck in a grave Dugged by my own cravings Held in a maze of throbbing fantasises Jaded My mind in a haze running around in circles There's no escape Budding roses bud Humming birds hum The night's on a break of dawning darkness My messiah cocked up in seven green bottles About to hit rock bottom The stars offer a hand of hope But I'm beyond salvation Deep down in the sea of dizziness I smile diligently as I sip from the lips of seven I'm a prisoner and there is no escaping tonight.

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