"warzone" poems
my prison and
my paradise.
my warzone and
my refuge
the receiver of many tears
the place where I am without fears,
the cause of pain,
and the cure
so *****
yet so pure.
the place i go when I’m full of dread,
is the place i go to rest my head.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
if your mind is a warzone let battle commence,
i will send in my soldiers to fight
if your mind is a warzone the army i lend
will chase the demons from your mind
your mind is a warzone and as soon as i enter
there's no sound to be heard but silence
your mind is a warzone; i stand at the centre
to offer my few words of guidance
your mind is a warzone but i fall to my knees
when i see that you're under attack
your mind is a warzone, from here i can see
a mirage of tears you held back
your mind is a warzone and there in the corner
lies a pile of broken words
when it's one in the same: chaos and order
there are only whispers to be heard
if your mind is a warzone do not try to say
that you must fight this battle alone
because if your mind is a warzone then please do explain
why when i'm in it i feel like i'm home?u
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
I will never be **** again,
At least never seen,
You know it's kind of funny,
That's my personal dream.
LUCKY ME
But I'm all alone, society kills,
All I do is wait and watch,
The grassy green, the blackened hills,
The warzone and it's total loss.
But I'll just "shower in my clothes,"
Or move out when I have no support,
I'll be a misery and no one knows,
Cares about why I'm so forlorn.
Time passes, set my nudist free,
So I'll no longer have to live
In this banged up pos society.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Story about a place, story about a stone
Story about a child, wandering all alone
He is an orphan, like most of his friends
The ones that are still alive, I suppose
A tearful mother looking for her daughter
In the dusty roads where millions died
She wondered: will they ever end this slaughter?
And then sighed
Because she already knows the answer:
There is no hope to survive
Story about a place, story about a stone
Oh wait, this is not a story
Because we know it's true
Because we faced this outrage too
But we're still here aren't we?
And so will you be, probably
Just keep your hopes up
For it will soon be just a painful memory
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
If I die in a warzone
Box me up and send me home
Put my medals on my chest
Tell my mom I did my best
Tell my dad not to bow
There'll be no tension with me now
Tell my brother to study perfectly
The keys to my bike his permanently
Tell my sis not to be upset
Her brother will not rise from this sunset
Tell my love not to cry
I'm a soldier born to die
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
I laid the body wounded from war,
marking the pain of bleeding scar,
they drip no blood but crying word,
scream of whys is all can be heard.
This warrior fought without a gun,
the sword was laid on the ground.
Flew in the war without a shield,
embracing the fires of the field.
The warzone is silent and cold,
daylight is starting to fold,
omitted gore has no trace,
but agony and pain mantled the face.
Alone, the warrior stood with yielding feet,
the armored belligerent took their seat.
They watched this warrior drown with tears,
their laughter bit the bleeding ears.
The archenemies took off their casque,
these are faces of the warrior's past.
Hopelessly he fell on his knee,
looking at the grinning enemies.
Armored with the sharpest sword,
strengthen by their greatest lord.
They rumbled drums with deafening sound,
plotting the line of the warrior's bound.
The warrior faced the strongest foes,
murmur of vicious wind starts to blow.
No armor can block the slashing assaults,
as these are words comes like a lighting bolt.
Words stabs deeper than a pointed knife,
blotching doubt in warrior's life.
Painted the warzone with unwanted shade,
every glimpse of light starts to fade.
The warrior with no hope to win,
carried darkness with tattered skin.
You can't win against yourself,
they will reveal voices left in the shelf.
The warrior dwelled in the cold and dark cell,
fall of the tears in every hit of the bell.
Tired of the biting lullabies marching like a band.
The white flag was raised with trembling hand.
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 10:52 AM UTC
Silence was overwhelming
The tension was in the air
As if we were in a warzone
And no one wanted to be the first to give up
But for us, neither of us wanted to give up
Promises that we will never leave
The way you broke that silence
You shattered the glass everywhere
And what left your mouth were not words
But a warm breeze on a cold night
That melted the ice cubes
Residing in my heart
You taught me love is not a mistake
And how love feels when you kiss my hand
The way your voice sounds
When you tell me I’m a gift sent from above
And that we are meant to be
With words that belong to a poem
Now found their way to me
When you touched me,
I felt like a flower that blossomed
Emerged between the cracks
And everything that has fell apart in me
Somehow fell back together
As if your hands were made out of glue
And my body is a puzzle piece
Nobody told me that being in love with you
Is better than all novels
I want you to send me your voice in a postcard
So I can hang it next to the flower you once gave me
I want to breathe you, I want to feel you
Because distance is overrated, beauty is overrated
But love, love is above all ratings
Everyone can see you in my eyes,
Soaked in my skin
As clear as a tattoo
Everyone can see how I am a woman in love
A woman inked with love
Inked with you
I always want to tell you
How you smell like home
Like something that got lost along the way
And I’m mostly not good
With love poems
But with you, somehow.
I always have something to say.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
Anorexia was the most attentive
Girlfriend anyone could ask for
And I fell hard for her
I fell for for 500 calories a day,
The sense of control it gave me
Compliments from girls I'd never talked to before
Doctors so pleased that I was finally "healthy"
That feeling,
Of stepping on the scale
And realizing that I took up less space
Than when I'd stepped on the day before
The feeling of water hitting an empty stomach
The hunger pangs
That secretly thrilled me
The thrill of the lies
The ones that became ever so easy
To slip off my tongue
The thrill of a secret love affair with death
I fell for an abuser
I fell...
Literally
Bruises lined my body
From bumping into walls
Because my body was so
Malnourished I couldn't
Walk down a hallway
Fell down a rabbit hole-
Fell down into a world I couldn't escape-
Thigh gaps, thinspiration, tips and tricks to
Hide this wonderland in your head
Walking headfirst into Anorexia was like walking
Into a haunted house
It's fun and exhilarating at first
It's a game, it's harmless
And then you realize that the doors
Are barred and it dawns on you
That ringing the doorbell of death
Was not the best idea
I am a study in skinny does not make you happy
The 5 pounds you wanted to lose
Turns to 10
Turns to 20
Turns to...
I am a study in
Every inch of your body being a warzone
Of standing in front of a mirror
Seeing nothing but a piece of meat
Taking up too much space
I am a study in calculation
I am a study in lying
I am a study in not dead, but not alive
I am a study in starvation
I am a study in falling out of love
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Dear thickness,
Dear bold flesh I call shelter of leg,
protection for this body I call home
Dear thighs.
You are more important than you think
more crucial than you've been told
more space than I know what to do with and
more vocal than most other girls' quiet but
your prominence is nothing to hide
your existence is not an apology ready to be given,
your presence does not want to be covered
the way you suffocate yourself into a pair of jeans is
a talent unlike any other
or on hot summer days when skin comes out to
kiss itself between your graces
leaving marks as evidence
what some would call chub rub,
I call magic,
an inability to resist touching,
Thighs.
You never let clothing,
or temperature,
or weather come between you
you are passionate lover,
the proud I always strive to be
the unapologetic beauty I wish was all of me
you maintain the confidence I have to dig for to find within myself
you have so much potential built into the many layers of thick
I cannot tell you enough how important it is
Some say you save lives and
I would have to agree
but still
I know that there have been times when I have neglected you
moments where I have been blind in acknowledging your worth
It is not an easy feat to love the parts of yourself we are taught from
such an early age to hate
magazines have always said be small while
you have always aimed for big
trends tell you to grow in when
all you've ever wanted is to grow out and
expand into a galaxy built of freckles and skin,
you are human as human as gets
I have made you into a warzone on more than
one occassion and for that I am sorry
I am sorry
for more than one reason
I am sorry that this world has twisted your greatness into embarrassment
I am sorry that people have tried to make an apology out of your density
I am sorry that we live in a society that keeps telling you to shrink
I am sorry for all of the times I have wanted you to.
It has taken me years to be thankful for your holy,
you are the answer to my every prayer for health
you are living proof of survival,
Thighs.
This is my proclamation of appreciation
This is my asking forgiveness
I never meant to make you feel anything but needed
Thighs.
you were not made to be thin
you were not meant to be shy
you were built to be the loudest voice in every room
head turning, eye catching, without remorse
you are never silent
even when I am
and for that,
I love you.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
my life was lifted just above me
now I have to live with what I did
live with what I see.
I have seen a battlefield as a classroom
a warzone as a desk
when nothing is as it should be
then nothing is at rest
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In trying to cure this one wound
they have begun to open various cuts
of which are now beginning to fester and scar
I am one of those cuts.
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I have no sense of hope,
no pure feelings
no... nothing.
I cannot feel anymore
not the sun
not the wind...
nor do I ever think I will
feel... again...
By: RAIN <3
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
Homeless child
Do you see the pain in his eyes ?
Hear the mourn in his cries ?
He is drained inside,
Hopeless and helpless
Can you feel his pain ?
His burden and hunger
And that tired body
Beaten by the unstoppable rain.
It was never his choice to be homeless
It was never his choice to be in the warzone
To lose his parents and his lovely home.
His choice was to be happy,
To build his home and his family,
To serve the country and community
Now who cares for him ?
Do you understand his tears,
His story behind the newsletters ?
He was never a homeless child.
-Prakash
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Where wars are fought with words
And slammed doors
Shouting
Raised voices
And desperation
Exasperation
A threatening fist raised
Shock
I am unhappy you make me that way
Sobbing
Sob in front the kids
Scream in front of them too
Make them believe that love is a lie
Make them never want to get married
Ruin their lives
Ruin your lives too
Yeah in this new warzone we love being unhappy
In this new warzone we love the pain
In this warzone being alive means you're dead on the inside
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
Keep dodging the shots,
With your nimble comebacks,
Keep ducking and weaving,
Around the truth.
Keep staring ahead,
Never looking at the carnage,
You left behind.
Keep avoiding my eyes,
With your simple disguise,
Keep hiding yourself,
In your smile,
Keep falling back,
On that which you know,
Never changing.
Keep forcing my hand,
To deal a new hand,
Keep fixing the deck,
That I own,
Keep dodging the shots,
I keep firing at you,
Because I want you to win this war.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
stupid boy,
i hope you know what you're getting into
because by uttering those three simple words,
you have managed to own me
you were able to take the guitar from my hands
and make me the one to listen
stupid boy,
I hope you are gentle and careful
because by making me feel secure in your arms,
my world is now situated in your hands
and one wrong twitch of your fingers
may touch a crack
which will break me even more
stupid boy,
i hope you're ready to be awoken from your deep slumbers
and know how to comfort a crying girl
because you'll have to hold me,
as I shake and sob at 2 am
from the nightmares
caused by the monsters in my head
stupid boy,
i hope you're ready to listen
because with the way you can make me sway with your words,
poetry will be flowing out of my mouth
like a waterfall of letters
a whirlpool of emotions in every phrase
stupid boy,
i hope you won't have second thoughts
or just simply run away
because when you strip me of all the glamourous facades
you'll see fresh battle wounds
the body of your beloved is a warzone scattered with bullets
stupid boy,
i hope you're not easily disgusted by grime
because the skin that you want your lips upon is filth
and the cracks on my body may be bleeding
please clean these patches of dirt
and fill the emptiness which is my whole being
stupid boy,
i hope you know that you fell in love with a broken girl
because I'm not like those pretty ones in the movies
my skin is blood-stained and my face is tear-soaked
i have no idea on what love feels like
and to give it back in return
so please give me time to learn
stupid boy,
i hope you're good with words
because every day i am going to ask you
"why me?"
and i need you to make me understand
explain to me in detail
why you settled for a girl like me
when you could have gone for so many others
the ones who don't need fixing
or assurance that they are beautiful
unlike how i am
stupid boy,
i hope you know that this stupid girl loves you too
even though i'll never really understand
why you chose me
or how i can return back the same amount of love that you make me feel,
i want you to know
that if the only reason we're together
is because we're stupid,
then we'll be idiots forever
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
the next time you say
"no one loves me",
remember how its like to have a fever
don't reach the glass of water your throat is thirsting for
close your eyes for a little bit
and see your body for what it is
it is a warzone
and it is fighting to keep you alive
because it loves you
it doesn't know what you are
who you are
what you have done
but with every cut you etch across your skin
as if you are trying to erase your mistake
it heals you as if it is
trying to tell you
you are worth it
you
are
worth it
even if you don't think you are
even if everyone else doesn't think you are
so if you are looking for unconditional love,
reach for that glass of water - clench your thirst
pull that blanket over yourself
sleep knowing that your body loves you, even if you don't love you
tomorrow,
everything will be okay
hold on a little bit.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
Two pieced
My bones are wilting away
****** inside the wonderland
Two pieced
My two souls are drifting away
Stuck inside a corner on the edge
Up and down is immaterial
Only thing real is then and now
Two pieced
My heart has been tormented
Pieces don't recognize
The wholes of themselves
Like shattered remains of children
From a warzone dismissed
Everything is broken
Two pieced is my name
This way I still remain
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
in the end
every warzone looks the same
eyeless broken buildings
personal possessions strewn
across rubble scattered streets
the odd house
against all odds still standing
the sudden shock of a body
the husk of a life
where is the victory
where is the glory
why do men have to break so much
just to say they won
Apr 11, 2023
Apr 11, 2023 at 5:40 PM UTC
When I get here, don't ever ask me to leave.
I'm not saying I won't ever leave just that I can make up my own mind
and I've been a long time coming
and you can pack my bags for me if that's what you want,
I was never one for folding,
for folding,
for folding creases,
for creasing folds down the middle like I was waiting to be split in two,
I am waiting for you to split me in two,
split me in two,
split me in two,
cut me in half and all you will find are mirrors.
Your face staring back at you. Jagged edges so I could feel you from the inside out,
feel you,
feel you,
finally feel you.
I've been knocking at your door,
staring through your windows every time I had your door shut in my face,
knocking on your walls,
knocking,
knocking down your walls,
cracking your safe so that you know
when the sky seems like the most solid thing around you,
that you are always a porch light.
You are a struck match, a roaring flame and I am orange, fully open,
I can always be your accident.
You are the oldest thing in the universe made new for me,
a lens,
my left hand,
my right hand,
my arms, clutching hold of my wrists
so I can feel your heartbeat in my fingers,
your pulse a busker, singing only for me when the clocks have stopped and the lights turned out
and we've been waiting at this door for too long.
And I'm just stuck at my boarding gate,
halfway across the world and you're still dragging behind
like it's all too fast
and all I can tell myself is that I would always drown in you.
I will always choke on your words so I can taste them in my mouth,
taste you in my mouth, like a warzone,
taste everything you've ever said, ever been.
I will make up my own mind. I will keep you in mind.
Keep me in your mind like a cemetery.
I'm a long time coming.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
I don't think I'd mind
To have you in my life even though I'm not sure who you are
You're gorgeous though
Subtle smile with your fullish or small lips I don't know I caught a glimpse
Kind eyes whatever color they may be
Hands as rough as the smoothest layer of your delicate skin
Your hair is quite beautiful with it's ever changing color and length
I'm writing about you cause I care about you or well I think I plan too
I get confused sometimes I just wish you'd finally tell me your name
I think the best thing about not knowing anything about you
Is when I do meet you whether you have anything of what I said above
I'll love you.
I have no idea what you are like in the slightest
My own insanity has created a picture of unbelievable pseudo-realism
Peace in war showed me some love or maybe the love showed war that even in war, love can cause some
peace
I guess my hearts a warzone looking for some peace needing some love
I just hope it finds that blank slate soon babe
If you turned to me now
I could only say this
"*Now if you're scared to death like me
But you'll not get a bit of rest
For the pounding and calling at a door in your little chest
If you're scared to death like me, close your eyes
Just close your eyes*."
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
"the photographer, as well as the horrors of the warzone, also captured those brief moments of humanity."
"air freshener naturalizes the air by eliminating unwanted odours"
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
U.S.A yes I am a resident
Peace is forever relevant
Especially in a warzone none of this is heaven sent
Too many fatherless children too many are not celibate
Waiting for the Lord not the anti-christ
Many people embrace evil anti-right
Like lets create on our own terms
Sleep together watch a baby form from a egg and *****
A sad sight in the hood
Grandma praying but her grandson selling white in the hood
I recall folks asking me what's good
That's was some years back
When I sagged my slacks
Embodied a stereotype young and black
Black man mindset no not anymore
My mind is not focused on it if its not the Lord
So I don't focus my mind on things that are evil
Evil is evil..
People are people
So if you continue to lie to me
I expect you to one day say bye to me
I do not have nothing nice to say when I don't speak
Smile when I feel like smiling ,yes I expose teeth
Idk
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
There's a war inside my heart,
I can't seem to depart
a dying soldier right from the start
these missles are going off, blowing me apart
The ruins of hurt and anger clouding my sight
running for my life, which way is right,
darkness or light,
give in or fight?
can I survive this destruction
or
should
I
hide away and save my self?
I am not ready.
but in the end I am the soldier
and you are the battle
and I am simply a forgotten casualty
in your
warzone
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
There are no little wars,
no little death or destruction.
No little event
filled with lies, deceit, and corruption
There are no good wars,
not for those affected.
The dead, dying, and homeless,
the shell shocked left afflicted.
There are no little lover's spats,
although they all appear to be.
Devastating battles, ego verses ego,
with no one ever set free.
Poised with a finger on the button,
thinking either one has weapons of mass destruction.
They find the ***** in each others armor,
and give their esteems a sharp reduction
Should I stay or should I leave here?
That, is always the question.
Either way the sun will rise
on a battlefield of tension.
And what of million dollar missiles
lobbed upon a question,
while Detroit looks like a warzone,
sorely in need of reconstruction?
*I had a fight with my wife, I wanted to leave. But my battle isn't with her, it's within me.
Should we attack Syria, or should we take that money to rebuild this great nation?*
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
Big
Red
Empty
But not for long
Socks Rapidly shot in
Just like a basketball at the buzzer
Boxers next
Shoved and forgotten
Undershirts crisp and white
Blanket the bottom like snow
Colorful shirts
Folded and at attention
Mimick a soldier at ready
Are deployed in
The warzone
Long pants
Almost forgotten
But, not quite
Athletic shorts
Scrunched up
Ready to jump at a moments notice
Swim shorts are strewn over
As a makeshift barricade between
Regular and
Fancy
Comfortable
Collared shirts
Zip
Unzip
Another pocket
IN go phone chargers!
IN goes computer charger!
IN goes deck of cards!
As fast as the eye can see
Zip
Clip on
The black bag of magic
Toothbrushes
Toothpaste
Dental floss
Retainer case
Last but not least
The most holy of holies
Deodorant is
Gingerly, gently slid into place
All Effluvia of
The Travelers Trade
Zip closed
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
Maybe I've seen the Notebook too many times, but the concept of 'If You're A Bird, I'm A Bird' keeps growing exceedingly less absurd.
And ever since I saw A Walk to Remember I've always wanted to name a star after you so there would be two of you, and so I wouldn't have to share the original with the world.
Or was it so you could see the light in you that I see everyday and not only at night?
Alas, I can't seem to remember, but I'm certain it was both.
I've never been in a warzone outisde of my own life, but you've saved me from more harm than any bomb or rifle could inflict so I am indeed The Lucky One.
Whether sitting in silence or drowning in chaotic clamor I remember the first time you sang to me, and I recall my smiling like a fool
Let it be known that albeit I'm not actively seeking death, if it may find me I hope for that to be my Last Song.
Oh, and my darling
let your suspicions now come to light,
for I indeed have always had an ulterior motive in loving you-
in you loving me.
That is for our love to create a Safe Haven to return to when the world has seemed to drain us of the hope we awoke with.
And yes my love,
I indeed am a bird if that is what you are as well,
but in tandem do I vow to be your Guardian on this Walk to Remember through This Bending Road of life.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC