"soilder" poems
Its funny, as I am sitting here in the back of the auditorium, listening to all my friends on stage. The song is The Nutcracker, and suddenly it all comes back. As the bass thrums in my ear and the trupet blares loudly across the audience, I remember those winter day where She would take me to The Nutcracker. Two young girls in tow, She would cart us around, another venue every year. It was grand, the high light of my season. I could watch women with long limber legs and men in their toy soilder costumes, prance gracfully across the stage in time with th music. As I sat in that darkened auditorium it all came back to me. She used to take me to see this, to listen to this music. I had the urge to laugh madly, and cry out in anguish. Its a funny thing how precious things become long after they have ended. When the memory still stands while the erson fades. In that darkened auditorium I felt a pang of sickening nostaligia and longing. For She is dead and I am still here, and now I have no one to take me to the Nutcracker
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
Become my the reason
I retaliate against this
Crazy world
Where guns and violence are
My protection
And love is my weakness.
I am broken by the daily
Sickness
That runs in my veins
Causing me to change
Each stupid day.
Become my soilder
That opens my heart
Which bears much evil,
Including the sins of my ancestry.
Your the only one I can trust
As I dwindle from my sanity
Because I am a devil
That needs redemption.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
heart: THAT IS IT! THAT IS IT!
ENOUGH I SAY! IT STOPS NOW!
THE LINE IS HERE! I DRAW IT IN THIS STEEL FLOOR! NO PASSING THE LINE!
brain: we've been floating for 5 hours. Do you want to go back?
Heart: FLOATING?!? I'LL TELL OF WHAT FLOATING IS! Never more can a seed bear stem if it has no subsidence to sustain it's sacred geometry! The growth of one that is physical is the same as one that is emotional!
Brain: .. so yes, when an apple is ripe it volunteers it's nutrients. When a woman is ready she will open her heart, yes?
Heart: AN APPLE CAN HEAR ITSELF BEING EATEN! WHAT OR WHOM WOULD INDULGE IN SUCH A SOUND?!
brain: a man gives a woman his trust, just like a woman gives her trust to a man. Who would want that thrown in their face?
Heart: are you saying an apple can be compared to a human in this sense then?
Brain: apples are inanimate and without emotions heart.
Heart:........does that mean they want to hear themselves being ATE!?!
brain: it's science. Just because a tree is technically alive, doesn't mean it perceives it.
Heart: ENOUGH! This time is different brain. If a human doesn't want to be hurt why should the apple be hurt.
Brain: apples don't have nerves heart.
Heart: so what?! You're saying they can HEAR themselves being chewed and it isn't painful????!!!!
Brain: ....... yes....
Heart: ..ya?... hahaha? Why.
Brain: I don't truly know.
Heart: HA!! then HOW?!?!
Brain: science.
Heart:..............I forgot what I was talking about.
Brain: she dumped you. You did your best. Even to give her a pat on the back although you wanted to give her a talk of a century. You let her go because you love her. She didn't feel the same at the end of the day, even if she did at the beginning. She is complex, and causes pain suddenly to avoid pain long term. You are a soilder. And would rather take the pain to what ever end to get to what you are trying to believe. You believe in love so much that it isn't tolerated when you get broken again. Because of your intention. And you know what? Your intention shows. Because instead of showing your pain to her, you wished her well, like a bad *** Then came home, got drunk, destroyed your bedroom, and started talking to me, looking for sympathy... but you should know me by now.
You are so refreshing heart. I can't remember if I've ever felt a thing.
But out of all my knowledge, I'm still unsure as to if you have a mind of your own or not.
Heart: and what gives you this authority over me? Huh?
Brain: 42
Heart:....................so you THINK you're all that eh?????
Brain: I know buddy. How do you FEEL?
heart: D*MNIT BRAIN!!!!
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
Imagine a world without terror outer
and inner, sans famine of food and water,
where every soul is well-sated; a world
sans sickness and disease, not by the cord
of morbidity and death held; a place
where huts are mansions, every shack is
a castle, and each flat a grand manor;
where the roads are built with pure gold
and the bridges with resplendent diamond;
where the day does not change in colour,
except when full moon in its full array
once in a month has its own display.
I mean a planet steeping in love
unfeigned, bristling with true hospitality
of the soul; a world bereft of danger,
and of every mind-and-heart breaker;
a world with the similitude of the garden of
Eden, hung on the shoulders of harmony--
where man at another cove's lovely dove
will not leer, where there are
no split and divorce. The genre, stuff
of life where one's pigmentation is
not the cardinal, but the inner essence.
A sort of society where ****** Hussein
and Laden-like fellows and all their
coterie of killers do not have a lair
of habitation, i refer; where besetting sin
has no confederacy with the rotary heart
and mind of man; where the leagues
of villians are non-existence. An earth
where conglomeration of wicked cliques
is non-operational: where everyone be
holy--no child soilder, nor forced labour;
where women are not ravaged in cruelty
of acts, and is void of conflict and war.
Such a place "the world" is not called
but "heaven: governed by the Almighty Lord.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
humble man with traits one cannot fatham,
he walks with his head high,
his legs and back stright and strong,
body with muscles as meak as a millionares pocket,
mind is open but controlled,
assigned with a number as his brothers,
the extent he will go is an infinaite plethera,
for his country without even really wanting to.....
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 4:41 AM UTC
Not by the autographs they sign
not by the clothes worn fine
yet to them with deeds divine
true are these heroes as distant star shine
…
young be a boy helping a blind man
old be a lady lending water in a can
smart be a nurse cleaning a bed pan
even a dog for its dying master ran
rude maybe a teacher yet for the poor a fees he give
hard might be a butcher yet a meat free for poor to live
cruel can be a soilder yet blood he doth give
a hunter even adopts animal kids to live
not by the image heroes they are
not by courage heroes they are
yet by acts of love none see
heroes of time tough little their deeds be
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
I feel unlike everyone else
But I know I'm not the only one walking trough hell.
I guess I; need an angel, or maybe a demon.
It really just depends which one I'm feed'en.
And I have them both standing on my shoulders. One giving me orders. The other is my soilder. And they both talking about my disorders. But I ignore them and blow them off like mortars. So I guess I need to find that shoulder to cry on, the one to rely on. I wouldn't care if she drove an ion or a scion. But she knows that I'm keeping my eye on her. But its really just a fight of surviver. But really its the insider myself the fight through hell. Is there anyone else?
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
FEELINGS ARE AS WATER
WHICH SOMETIMES FLOW DOWN
THESE ARE AS A KING
WHICH SOMETIMES WEAR CROWN
THESE ARE AS A SOILDER
WHICH GO AHEAD
THESE ARE ALSO AN EVIL
WHICH SOMETIMES MAKE SITUATION BAD
THESE ARE ALSO AS AN ENEMIE
WHICH MAKES US SAD
THESE ARE ALSO AS A FRIEND
WHICH SOMETIMES MAKES US GLAD
THERE ARE ALSO MANY MORE TITLES
ABOUT FEELING
BUT THIS TIME
WE WILL COMPLETE WITH TESE OUR DEALING
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
"What should I be when I grow - up ?", asked a little boy .
"A baseball player ? A life-gaurd ? What ,what ,what?",he thought.
"Mother what should I be?",he asked his mother. His mother replyed ,"Be what you want to be , it doesn't matter as long as you love it!" He knew mother was right. "In a few years I'm going to be a soilder, to serve my country,thank you mother!" He grew up and became a soilder.
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 11:49 AM UTC
A splash of money
These notes I hold pay for my dreams
A devotion of forgotten past
The lost sorrows
A soilder of truth
The guitar we play produces the streams
A light that is aglow
The embraced morrows
A heart alive embers
As the saxophone tenors strike the ribs
A symphony of life
The future we swallow
A mind aroused
As the didgeridoo flutters
A wind of love
In the sound of the sparrow
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
She waits for him to call her
But the phone just doesn't ring
A knock on the door, shatters her soul
From the heartache that it brings
There stands two men in uniform
They ask her to be seated
Her heart weighs heavy with sorrow
Her hopes dreams depleated
They tell the woman, "He's not dead,
He's only missing in action"
But for a soilder in Afghanistan
This brought her no satisfaction
This was his second tour of duty
And was schelduled to get a leave
This news that her husband was missing
Was impossible to believe
She's heard about the horrible things
They do to a captured G.I.
She falls to the floor in a puddle of tears
As the woman begins to cry
Three weeks later, and still no news
She's numb, for there's no more tears
She hears a knock, for the second time
Could this be her deepest fears?
Once again two men stand in uniform
As her heart begins to bleed
Then suddenly, a third man appears
For her husband had finally been freed
This poem was written in honor
Of the soilders who keep us free
And we should never take for granted
This thing called Liberty
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 11:02 AM UTC
The creators creation is flawless
But none the less
some think it's okay to treat some less
truth is boy will always be boy
And girl will always be girl
Let her be born into a home of men
Let her learn to live like a man
Let her walk and talk like a man
No matter how much she looks like a man
Deep down she will always be a girl
Let her go to an all boys school
Let her be flogged severally like a boy
Let her eat and dress like a boy
Let her hate boys and like girls
No matter what happens
Deep down she will always be a girl
Let her stay in doors all through university
Let her never have a boyfriend or fall in love
Let her study a course like engineering
With almost no girl but her in her class
Let her become a tomboy
No matter what she does she will always be a girl
Train her to be a soilder
Let the sound of her slap take you out
Let her punch end lives
Let her gun take and save millions of lives
Let her go through the most rigorous training for the most terrible and stubborn male soilders
Let her graduate as the army's toughest soilder
Let her close more cases than anyone ever
Let her travel to hostile zones killing people and making hard decisions
Let her be ruthless and considered heartless
No matter what she does
Deep down she will always remain a girl
Call doctor 90201 or The doctor number 1
Let him take away her heart and replace it with a rock
Remove her blood and inject acid
Turn her into a machine
As long as she is still alive
No matter what he does to her
Deep down she will always be a girl
She will hurt when u do something that can hurt her
She will love hard
Her heart will break when you drop it
She will always try to be right
She will always have what it takes to be a mother, a loving one
She will cry when she is hurt
She will feel the pain when you inflict it
Not because she is not tough or anything close
But because no matter what she does
No matter how, or where or when she does it
Deep down she is and will always be a girl
It doesn't matter who she is or says she is
Civilian or military
Tough or rough
Weak or strong
She is and will always be a woman
Treat her right
Show her love, she will feel like any other girl.
Treat her right, she is perfect irrespective of who she has grown to be.
The creators creation is flawless
But none the less
some think it's okay to treat some less
Truth is boy will always be boy
And girl will always be girl
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
If I knew my life’s purpose
what’s in store?
what if is the question
can I ask one more?
If I knew what I was meant to do
I wouldnt waste time
If all I could fit everything I want to say
In one line
I wouldn’t waste so much paper
save one tree at a time.
what if I wasn’t born in India
And I wasn’t color blind
I was racist
eradicating natives,
What if I could read people’s mind
know their true motives
What if Gandhi was a soilder
Rather than a messenger of peace
what if british raj continued
we trying find the missing piece,
What if success
wasn’t measured by money in your bank
or the car you drove,
but by how much love
to and fro,
What if I never came to Canada
and the struggle added
nothing to my character,
what if I had more business sense
than talent,
If I had one wish
and I could save the planet,
what if i could tell
everybody
I have a nasal piercing
What if we can’t let
emotions overwhelm us
and hold the tears in,
if I wasn’t a needle in a haystack,
if there was a rewind button
on my life’s playback,
But no regrets
so how could I say that,
what if love was more
than a four letter word
if it really meant
something in today’s world
not mere limited to poems
writings on the greetings
what if you could back
it matching feelings
what if I couldn’t write this
just keep it in my mind
and wouldn’t be labeld selfish*
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
Yea....so what-chya know about a criminals mentality?.....
Or what a **** sees when hes walkin on the sidewalk.. muggin mean
Big shirt, and baggy jeans
Pockets full of dope or a gun on his hip,
Posted up in a Gangsta lean with a fat joint lit...
You see crime an i see the will to survive.
I Raised myself an made myself a soilder with a hustle
A-hundred percent stone hard muscle
No room to hesitate,
just make yo money so you family has food on they plate
Dope'll always feed the babies cuz the fiends'll always pay
Police'll never give a break..
throw the only one makin money for their family in a cell
They tryin to make the,
gangstas, tha dope men, da pimps and da thugs slaves in uniforms locked in cages
for makin money when bosses won't hire nobody from tha hood just cuz -A- how they look
Maby we gonna rob the place, somebody gonna shoot us N we gon forget to call in late...
So what'd you say you know?
Nothin??... yea back away *** this is something only hood folk really know
So keep ya head low and go home. Watch who you glance at cuz round here murders are strung out on dope an tend to pull the trigger fast
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 4:38 AM UTC
you think they are great ....just great
who knows what comes next
life changes like a coin
sometimes head ,sometimes tail
today they are king
so it does't mean they will always be king
time changes ...
tomorrow they will be soilder
of a king who once used to be their slave....
and you think they are great...just great
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
Bullet sounds--- ............./ (boy) crying sounds....help me, help me....
Soildier- I'm here young one, I am here!!!
Boy/ thank you sir, the bomb's are soo loud overhead in this land amongst the dead, I thought not that anyone shall hear me.....
The soildier smiled as he reached out his hand!!! (Yet a strange glow illuminates from him soo unnatural to man)
The soilder's appearance changed rapidly before the wartorn boys eyes....
Boy- looks up at him seeing only blindly apparel... And these words would forever shake this young ones soul!!!
The words of the soildier- come unto me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.......
Boy- cries with a smile worn as a flag!!!!!
At that second the young child knew he was being held by god, as he left the place of hell his spirit awoke to the lord himself!!!!
As that soildier- kept on smiling.../
So gracefully!
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
Plastic cracked
I seem to be falling apart
The result of your tight clutch
As you hold me close to your heart
And I sink into your breast
I can feel your hurt
Today must’ve been a bad one
Because the pain is so much worse
But what can I do
I’m just a tool
A conduit
And I won’t last much longer
I’ve been over used
Not miss handle
Chip parts
Just shows I’m that frail
A toy
But a solider still the same
My mission is to comfort
And even as I wither
Part by part
I cannot fail
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
In my youth I was a poet. Words stitched worlds. Virtue was the currency, music was Devine. Fire ment light, not bullets in flight. And angels were children, not camo coated knights.
Slowly age comes, and more of death we fear. Devils from a dessert land turn castles into ash and sand.
A angel on its way. But its wings are clay.
Icarus did fall, and on the
way to earth. He spoke of another, a lifetime away. About what he all ways feared. You see Dante was right.there is no reason left to fight. And a quite voice whispers near about earth's heathens. "The earth is another form of hell and the angels act like demons.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
We watch the parachute Angels fall
Fossil demons in mud they crawl
Devil carved against one's back
Pierced smack crucifix in heart of flack
Drawer the words of a perfect Saint
Reflect a blind soilder taint
Blooded fields in the help of need
Wounded souls slowly bleed
To stand like God with courage and pride
To be killed with the fear one will hide.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Without hesitation you sacrificed everything just to give us a better chance.
It was brand new to you and you were all alone but you took it on not giving a backward glance.
I won't sit here and lie, it was not a fairytale, but you did the best with what you had.
My life has been an intricate web of memories, some beautiful, some confused and some just sad.
You, yourself, as a child were tossed aside, saftey and love were things you never knew.
You found the courage to soilder on and for us you prayed you'd make it thru.
There were times when your sadness was to much to bare and it caused you to give in.
Like the time we came home from school to find that you had attempted the ultimate sin.
Even through all of your pain, the one thing I always knew was that you loved us more than words could say.
And as I sit here now and write these words, even tho your gone, my love for you grows stronger every day.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
IF I AM A BIRD
THEN I WILL FLY AT
A HEIGHT
IF I AM A SOILDER
FOR MY COUNTRY
I WILL FIGHT
IF I AM AN IMAGINATION
I WILL GO OUT OF LIMITATION
IF I AM A FACE
I WILL BE HAPPY IN EVERY CASE
BUT
I AM A HUMAN
AND IF I AM A HUMAN
STILL I CAN DO THAT
WHAT I WISH
NOW ALSO
MY FEELINGS
ANYONE CAN'T CRUSH.
[I AM HAPPY THAT I AM A HUMAN]
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
(Pre-lude)
(Talking)I see you moving on and it hurts, but I know it's my fault, could've done better... should've tried harder... I'm a better person now ... I love you...and I'm sorry for everything...I never meant to hurt you...
(Verse 1)
Moving real fast we jumped right into it, moving real fast no questions ask, please be mine I'm lonely,
Change myself for you, I'm not perfect but I'll make myself everything you need, just give me a chance I'm begging for your love. Come back to me, come back, where are you, I'm asking myself is this destiny, no I think it's just me, pretty ****** up in the head, please don't yell at me I might just get anxiety, just like variety I might switch up on you, I'm mad, I'm sad and I'm bad.
(Verse 2)
Marching on with bipolar disorder I'mma soilder, tonka tuff, but I get a little overwhelmed when you talk to me, dunno what to say I freeze, got told to just be me, But all I see, is everything I will never be, anxiety, ******* with my mc when I step on the mic, I try to spit it, but ocd making me go craz-y gotta rhyme every single ******* line, gotta say everything on time otherwise noones gonna like it, it's gotta have the flow, gotta sound hella dope.
(Verse 3)
Being in love with you is kinda bad for my health, I hide my feelings cause I don't wanna talk about it undercover stealth...
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
Oh ****
She's pregnant
Well that's ok,
She's 25 and has a good paying job
Oh dear
He's dead
Well that's ok,
He died at the old age of 82
Oh my
She killed him
Well that's ok,
She's a soilder and that's what they do.
Oh no
He was murdered
Well that's ok,
He was a horrible person
Oh god
She's a ******
Well that's ok,
She's in prison now
Oh hell
He's gone
Well that's ok,
Because you asume I'm gonna say something good
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC