"solders" poems
Cuckqueen
in a kink clutch
breaking a twisted angel
on the rack of
onward Christian solders
in ecstatic flagellations
for ***** saliva cliterature
with a mouth black window widows bite
in a white lie light
of cruel dark night
while jazz ****
layonaise spatters
where its soft and hurts good
and fossil **** *******
drive down the armageddon highway
in a bright burn
with ***** feet on clean sheets
and drooling tongues
lickalotapuss
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
your bones like gravestones
prominent among the barren skin
you laugh the whisper of the dead
and your teeth fell out from caring
you were beautifully ruined
by thunderstorms in your head
your smile is all but dead
you can't stand the sight of yourself
you have fallen among the rest
skeletons of who they used to be
a wounded army of solders
fighting for peace within their souls
the body count is heartbreaking
for mothers who clean up the blood
and wish they could've been happier
as they gasped for air with burnt lungs
high school hallways are turned into
a backwards funeral procession
they mourn the living
because they all feel dead
paradise is their only cure
but what is the definition
longing for an infinite silence
muted mouths rejoice at the emptiness
everything about you is wrong
but the presence of individuality
has quieted and so has
the sound of your beating heart
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
Eh, what? Some innocent people in Syria were shot by solders? Um..... I don't care. That's their problem, not mine. Besides, I don't even know them.
Eh, what? Some drug cartels in Mexico slaughtered some people in the middle of the street? Um..... I don't care. That's their problem, not mine. Besides, I don't even know them.
Eh, what? People are starving in Ethiopia? Um..... I don't care. That's their problem, not mine. Besides, I don't even know them.
Eh, What? Some guy ***** some lady in Detroit? Um..... I don't care. That's her problem, not mine. Besides, I don't even know her.
Eh, What? People in Greenland are suffering because the ice is melting? Um..... I don't care. That's their problem, not mine. Besides, I don't even know them.
WHAT?!?!? I just got beat up by some group of guys! I hate everybody! Ugh!! People are monsters!!!
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 1:20 PM UTC
The sound of silence
pounding in my head,
numbers revolve but
formulars envade my
head like solders
of love.
An idea comes but
answers are not there,
the pressure starts to
build
but
are word comes "30minutes
left" she says.
owww my feet starts to shack,
swet starts to show,
My head is high like are
bird flying without wings.
will the pressure stop
when the world turns around
cause shes standing,
right next to me saying
"times up".
My future is gone 3hours
of pain and sorrow.
seating in an maths exam.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
A slit, gaping throat
where a forked, snake-like tongue hangs
- it's columbian
Wrapped 'round and tied up
like the hangman's favorite noose
- It's been done again
The lies once sold here
now see their values deflate
- time solders all wounds
The serpents words ceased
A silence takes us by storm
- decayed with three moons
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
There are roses in the road
tear soaked tissues
torn up pictures
with letters on fire.
They are the breakup play-list
for hang overs
and scratches on the hood
from relationship status updates.
The secret poems
in songs of heartache
and paintings thrown in the trash.
A fingerless engagement ring
unworn wedding dress
and a honeymoon for one.
The divorcees still wondering
and the mothers and fathers
who didn't quite make it
There is never knowing
and always wishing
but never seeing it.
Not to mentioned the ex
you can't forget
and the unfortunate person
who can't afford to leave.
all the widowed wives
who are forgotten after death.
and solders with no one
to return home to.
But all the while
a broken chord
amid the misfortune
and sorrow of the world
could not escape the
thresholds of inevitable ends
Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 8:47 AM UTC
"CORRUPT SOCIETY"
Ayo I live in a corrupt society treated like a slave
We're forced to work an make money for a debt we'll never pay
The world gets colder than adolf ****** when he slayed
In an Antarctic setting with tempatures dropping every day
Where rebels who fight the system are always convicted
An the real actual truth seems to come up hidden
It's missing like AWOL solders who fled there post
I wanna Emmagrat with an "E" cause this country's a joke
I feel like I've lost all hope I can't find a save haven
Dreams of svoboda an time that I can't save
Waiting on people to reply back sitting there alone
These dumb ones are jesters I'm a king apon his throne
My brain thinks of things that are unthinkable
I'm like an iceberg you see I sink the unsinkable
(To be continued)
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
The coiled phone wire wrapped
around her capricious fingers,
Her chest, pitched then collapse,
air solders clings cleaves splinters,
She sighs, she suspires
And her eyes communicate a vision
veering away from her present self,
Swerving in and out of ambition,
I could never gather all that she felt,
She sights, she seeks skyward
Her mouth leaks what she muses,
her lips remind me of victorian doorways,
The wood, the skin, it bruises
as she absorbs enclosing disarray,
She cries, she is tired
The way she leans in her maroon pants
Her hands plunging in her pockets,
I fervidly hope she finds other plans,
revives abandoned passions, left in cluttered closets
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
I walk among the poppies
Each one is a story of
Valour
Heroism
Death
Lives were taken far from
Home,
Never to see the smiles of
Family,
To exhale a last breath in an
Unfamiliar land,
A generation fell, never to experience
What life was meant to give
Happiness,
Love,
Memories,
So cruelly taken away,
They are the hero's
Of old
Let us not forget there noble
Sacrifices
For those that fell, created
What our lives are to day,
The poppies are red
Soaked up from the fallen upon the land,
We pay respect to
Each
Solders
Life
That paves the way for freedom
That we have each and every day.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
You were mine
You owned me but I thought I bought you
To the right, straight on ‘til morning, priceless
Tundra frontier vast expanse of possibility final
Let’s settle down
Our place very fine
Satan’s little acre
Where work got done you oversaw
To the left, we kissed deep, drunk each other
Families commingled extended
Biblically umbilical making babies
Behind the audacious bleachers
Our promise broken unfulfilled
Until our hot integrity solders this metallurgy
Together again like joint work power coupled
With terpsichorean abandon unleashed
I’ll stop the world
Board the white van
Emerge my own man
And you are his
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
I was meanders over this land;
Bring essence of life,
Spreading blessing of earth
to make your land fertile!
Kings were traveled through my torso,
Solders moved through us,
to defend your land!
Once you feel that I am liable
for your sorrow and tears!
You wedge our thoroughfare,
I am becoming torpid!
You were becoming proud,
That you can able to controlled me
and limit your struggle!
In reality you are trying hard till date to **** me!
But still now, I am waiting,
To meet my soul mate and my sister!
I am trying hard to gather energy
to reach my adored waiting there!
This time,
When I will start my journey,
Whatever there on my way,
I will conquer it!
This time,
You can’t stop me!!
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
I am a wicked witch
With black hair, crooked teeth
My friends call me Myrtle
My cat Jinks, who can’t spell, calls me Keith
I can turn an ugly, fat frog into prince
When I spend my nights making spells
But it’s much funnier and more often, than not
The prince is turned into a frog, don’t tell.
I am a wicked witch
I have princesses knocking at my door
Looking for true loves first kiss. Yuk!
So, they buy apples and spinning wheels
Hoping to find their prince, tough luck!
The princes are living in my pond, eating flies.
But I tell them eat the apples, ***** their fingers
One day their prince will come. Wicked me, what lies!
I am a wicked witch
The king has arrived at my door
He isn’t looking happy. I best make ready to run.
Witch Myrtle, he says, I need your help
I don’t know what to do. You are the only one
That I can rely on, no-one else can do.
A Dragon is roaming the kingdom
He roars fire, eats sheep, I need you.
I am a wicked witch
But I say kindly, my King there is no need to worry
I have the just the thing that can help
But you must promise to do everything I say
You can have no misgivings, no doubt
I have a sword that will cut through dragon scaling
And flame-proof armour, nothing like you’ve seen
So stop your crying and no more wailing
Now listen carefully. Good, he seems keen
I am such a wicked witch
Word has come back from the town
Telling of the meeting between the king and dragon
How the king stood tall and proud, despite the titters all around
Dressed in a flame proof diaper and holding a green snake tail rattle
How the dragon looked at the king, before slowly falling to the ground
People say in all their years, they had never seen the sight
Of a dragon rolling in laughter, there is no stranger sound.
Oh dear, I am a wicked witch
The king sent solders to arrest me. But I have sent them back
As rats dressed in ballet shoes and fluffy white tatu’s.
I am sure the King will like them. But then again, maybe not.
I think it’s time I left this house and pack up all my things.
I am ready to go with Jinks on my shoulder. But this broom’s too small
So, I call in a favour from a friend, and he is happy to oblige
Because dragon, really is the best way to fly, after all.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
I was meanders over this land;
Bring essence of life,
Spreading blessing of earth
to make your land fertile!
Kings travelled through my torso,
Solders moved through us,
to defend your land!
Once you feel that I am liable
for your sorrow and tears!
You wedge our thoroughfare,
I am becoming torpid!
You were becoming proud,
That you were able to control me
and limit your struggle!
In reality you are trying hard to **** me!
But still, I am waiting,
To meet my soul mate and my sister!
I am trying hard to gather energy
to reach my adored waiting there!
This time,
When I will start my journey,
Whatever there on my way,
I will conquer it!
This time,
You can’t stop me!!
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
I used to wake up
To the beat of the drums
And the pitter patter
Of solders outside my door
"at ease solder,
we're going to war"
They would say
As we crossed the valley
Green men, green trees
Passing us by
Without many to try
Many would die
Except my brother and I
We would fight the good fight
Even when he was gone
Many months at a time
But one day there came a knock
With many a medallion and a glock
Two men sent my mother into shock
I miss you brother
Though I didn't know
The stars and strips buried with your body
One last mission I sent my men on
To protect your body
With a green man in your hand
Your Purple Heart will glow
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
My thoughts of her have spilled out of my mind and onto my tounge
creating sentences I never should speak
My desire for her has built into an aggression for the world around
Now I drop more insults than solders do bombs
I cause more emotional deviation than a third world typhoon
Wounding others in ways they have tried to replicate
Becoming the ultimate form of self harm
I have withdrawals from her skin
In which my body twitches palms sweat and
my mind is consumed in a mirage of her touch
But I cannot be detoxed from her like a common alcoholic
Even though I have purged every emotion out of my body
Like the calories I feared would store over my bones
I cannot rid myself of this burning craving of affection
That only she can give me
For she has filled the void left by the generations
of sanitarium prisoners my lineage was cursed with
My fragile balance of living thins the longer she is away
But I am no acrobat and I don't know how much longer
I can tiptoe across this tightrope of stability
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
i was brutally attacked
the other day
though people were unable to see my wounds
i was assaulted by words
strung together in careless sentences
they made vicious weapons
of various differences
these word solders lined up
ready and eager
when they attacked
it was graceful and ruthless
the solders
burnt
my mind
slashed
my self-consciousness
left my feelings
gasping for breath
pummeled my heart
the wielder of these word solders
was blind to my brimming tears
and hurt expressions
as my attackers continued
to rip my insides
i had to
protect my fort
from further damage
i ushered my mind into a cellar,
carried my
self-consciousness and gasping feelings
into the doors of my heart
here:
it was total lockdown
windows were shuttered
doors were double locked
my retreat was noticed
they now knew damage was done
but not the
spectrum it was on
they knew enough to see it hurt.
they strolled up to my heart in lock-down
slowly with a white flag
as they came closer i unlocked and looked
through the peephole
there they were
asking "what's wrong?"
saying sorry in a roundabout way
i opened the door for them to enter
we embraced
i took a closer look at the flag
it was white
but around the edges
it was red
there would be more attacks where this came from
//... //
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
Sometimes as I step out of the steaming shower, I see myself in the mirror and cant help but question the reflection. The way my body curves oddly trying to smooth out the bones underneath, how the small red lines appear from thin air, how broad my solders appear, spread out like a mountain range instead of a blooming pasture.
Then, I remember the Greek Statues with their pear-shaped bodies, and my towel drapes across my shoulder to become my sash. The soapy water beads are my olive crown as I stand poised.
But my face isn't up to par anyway, and this isn't the Greek period.
I think my sculptor forgot that, or maybe he wasn't that good with carving faces.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
Your name.
Wears its own fame.
Starting with B.
I like how B blows out of my mouth.
Like a playful Boo!
child’s ambush from
a hidden corner
or
your surprise from behind,
hands eclipsing my eyes
and kiss in the neck,
wistful sighs.
R likes to roll on my tongue.
Wants to get out -
doesn’t want to get out.
Jumps, bounce of my teeth
and rolls like a train speeding its feet.
S likes to become shhhhh…
when I put my heavy, tired head on your
chest, nest.
All vowels and consonants
are disciplined solders, creating brigades of
syllables,
always ready to march,
when desire knocks on the door of my mouth.
Hurrying deep south.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
For you war forged it's on held truths.
A man of honor who is he.
Brilliant and smart in the same instances.
With aim there quality was mint to seek blood.
Thirty solders clicks out in a hot desert breeze.
With sand dunce full of prechers.
Man of sin, and man of hate, leave this Earth yet you linger your scars of faith.
As you approach the valley of bullets.
The Earth was opened and a scary sight was then seen.
Green, colored beings where at the station of a machine, with arms made of anti matter construction.
Flee from this place, our machine will eat your city's and fall your lady.
So the men all perk, up even more ready for there conduction.
One of the beings taller than the rest came to there level of height.
Who here is the leader of your squad.
Me a beared man says!
The being hold out your left arm.
Do not be alarmed, for we are each from a far.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Other days draw to an end,
Another one opens A'Demain.
Solders talking the talk,
Tomorrow they walk the walk.
As one day closes,
And darkness falls
What a day! What a song!
Life in a day,
And then it goes on,
As the french would say,
A'Demain!
Tomorrow hits another light,
Tomorrow waits for no man,
In a shang a lang,
Tomorrow becomes a'demain.
Morning dew wets its appetite,
Ship shape worms that snail awakes,
In glory days bigger and bright,
Birds fly on board their usual daily flight.
Whatever brings tomorrow,
A life to live, absorb and embrace,
As yesterday leaves us without a trace,
Only memories of this golden race.
A'Demain A'Demain as the french would say,
A'Demain A'Demain, tomorrow's another day,
Each day warning of tomorrow's global warming,
Climate changes but the world stays the same with different changes.
O'Reily@26102014
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
Dark skies, howling winds. The bottom of the clouds are going to drop on this worm summer evening. If I could see the sun it would be setting. The corn stocks in rows swaying like solders anxious for battle. Standing tall over my head, their leaves dance in the wind. Moisture is thick in the air, thunder roles over head. A singel raindrop falls on my check then the clods let it all go. It's like looking threw fog. Only seconds ago I was dry, now it's like I jumped in the river. Now standing alone in the corn filld looking up at the dark clouds.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
Whipping post is where it started,
Mary knelt so broken hearted,
The babe that once nestled on her *******
Flesh was mutilated almost beaten to death,
The agony she felt as her heart broke,
The soldiers beat him with broken glass and a rope,
After the blood flowed like water from a hose,
They put nine inch nails through his hands and toes,
Sweet mother Mary watched from below,
As the spear was inserted and the water did flow,
No bones were broken and the solders were taunting,
The crowed got more than what they was wanting,
See this man who died upon a tree,
Was taking this punishment for you and me!!!!!
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
First Letter
Each day we wake up at seven
And at the end at least six of us are in heaven
It’s one of the worst things I’ve seen
I don’t know about you but these Germans are mean
Once we played a game of football
While we played there were six German solders standing on the Berlin wall
They only had limited firepower
But took out twelve of us, only a few of us made it back to the look out tower
Apparently the war could be over at the end of the week
Five countries have already surrendered
Just Japan
The UK and US are coming up with a plan
Second Letter
Good news honey
While we searched for ******
We came across his stash of money
Also Japan have given up
So we have won the war
So see you in a few days baby
(Knock at the door)
Mrs. Shovels, I’m sorry to say but your husband has been killed
A German bomb killed his unit
The blast was so quick I don’t think he would have felt it
Once again I am ever so sorry
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
Boom.
How are you?
Do I have your attention?
How smart are you?
Never mind.
I like joking.
I know you've...
Been smoking.
Room! Room!
Let's go now.
I'm tired.
Don't need to...
Get bored now.
Hell's Angels'
Replacements.
We invade...
Your basements.
We paint on...
Your daughters.
The iron's hot.
It solders.
Don't bleed now.
It's miles.
Just heed now.
It smiles.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
Yesterday we were playing in the meadow
Laughing under the willow
Now there's nothing more left from it
Only we stayed
They cut the grass and torn the willow apart
Like a solders on the battlefield
Killed the dreams that we dreamed.
Like a soldier after a long world war
I'm trying to find the meadow I used to know
I wonder how long it took to replace grass with tar
Standing in the ruins of my past
Trying to find those flowers who used to grow here so fast
Suddenly I see my reflection on the other half,
Whispering :don't let go,believe and try
Maybe that reflection is why my roads always lead into this destroyed place
And tomorrow will be kinder.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC