"unglorified" poems - Hello Poetry

Ghosts unglorified Watch the black angels weep Demonic doctrines at play in our minds In our homes, in the streets Your diamond earrings Your rhinestone-encrusted phone Your manicures Your shoe-shine labor throne The devil is in the details But only the dead can see The big picture Count your pills Count your money Count your friends How’s that honey? Ghosts with wide eyes Watch the angels cry Demonic ways at work in our heads In our beds, it should be a crime Devil is in the details Every nook and cranny When will we see the big picture?

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Oct 24, 2012

Oct 24, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC

lucy-tonic

Nectar

Ghosts unglorified Watch the black angels weep Demonic doctrines at play in our minds In our homes, in the streets Your diamond earrings Your rhinestone-encrusted phone Your manicures Your shoe-shine labor throne The devil is in the details But only the dead can see The big picture Count your pills Count your money Count your friends How’s that honey? Ghosts with wide eyes Watch the angels cry Demonic ways at work in our heads In our beds, it should be a crime Devil is in the details Every nook and cranny When will we see the big picture?

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Ochre scrubbed ebony skin Wooden jewelery here and there Picture perfect beauty in simplicity She walked in moral fortification - fashioned in decency Hardwork and wisdom was her charm Barefeet and weighted with firewood on her head Pots and baskets she juggled in hands and through scorching heat she focussed ahead the dessert sand burning her feet Not once did she say it was a plight She was proud to be a woman The keeper of men and children Through rain through sunshine cooperating with her man's other woman She worked for survival of all Getting up in the first light of day Submitting and respecting Raising her children in acceptable ways She was the unglorified worrior A war hero could not fit her shoe But she didnt have that shoe So she smiled and made her man happy, and her children

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Mar 14, 2016

Mar 14, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC

andrewjuma

The African Woman

Ochre scrubbed ebony skin Wooden jewelery here and there Picture perfect beauty in simplicity She walked in moral fortification - fashioned in decency Hardwork and wisdom was her charm Barefeet and weighted with firewood on her head Pots and baskets she juggled in hands and through scorching heat she focussed ahead the dessert sand burning her feet Not once did she say it was a plight She was proud to be a woman The keeper of men and children Through rain through sunshine cooperating with her man's other woman She worked for survival of all Getting up in the first light of day Submitting and respecting Raising her children in acceptable ways She was the unglorified worrior A war hero could not fit her shoe But she didnt have that shoe So she smiled and made her man happy, and her children

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There are some wars Which cannot be lost Which cannot be won. Where you used swords And I used guns. There was bloodshed, Deep cuts and wounds. And each soldier each side did swoon. Yours more than mine! In the fought span of time. And when we were done The world around thought, I had won! I looked around, My gaze to the ground, Covered in red. 'Tis true all your soldiers were dead. And half of mine remained Going never to be the same. We hung our heads in shame Killing is not a game. There are some wars Which cannot be lost Which cannot be won And... Which cannot be undone.

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Sep 2, 2017

Sep 2, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC

nandish-malhotra

Unglorified Victory

There are some wars Which cannot be lost Which cannot be won. Where you used swords And I used guns. There was bloodshed, Deep cuts and wounds. And each soldier each side did swoon. Yours more than mine! In the fought span of time. And when we were done The world around thought, I had won! I looked around, My gaze to the ground, Covered in red. 'Tis true all your soldiers were dead. And half of mine remained Going never to be the same. We hung our heads in shame Killing is not a game. There are some wars Which cannot be lost Which cannot be won And... Which cannot be undone.

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Fumes of valor, Sins weighing all the hopes lost, Demeanor of power, Craving for success whatever's the cost, Deftness of a prodigy, It carries it all, It carries everything you believe it does, It carries nothing! Judged, divided, shamed upon, It just gushes unaware of any anomalies. Its expeditious flow defines us all, The sudden spout through the veins, A constant reminder of human transience. Often sworn to promises which are never kept, It's limitless power put to a constant test. Wasted in this worldly chaos, celebrated by a victory, A mere symbol it remains, Taken for granted, Life's elixir unglorified.

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Feb 7, 2019

Feb 7, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC

Utkarsh05

Blood

Fumes of valor, Sins weighing all the hopes lost, Demeanor of power, Craving for success whatever's the cost, Deftness of a prodigy, It carries it all, It carries everything you believe it does, It carries nothing! Judged, divided, shamed upon, It just gushes unaware of any anomalies. Its expeditious flow defines us all, The sudden spout through the veins, A constant reminder of human transience. Often sworn to promises which are never kept, It's limitless power put to a constant test. Wasted in this worldly chaos, celebrated by a victory, A mere symbol it remains, Taken for granted, Life's elixir unglorified.

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