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THE BATTLEFIELD AT YPRES

Submitted by Entend2u on Wed, 2023-03-01 04:51

It is desolate and foreboding.
The soil is wet and clammy with blood.
Here and there bodies
Are shattered, torn and broken.
The large guns that once
Hammered and pounded the enemy’s defence
Lie silent.
Dead as the men that worked them.

Secret

Submitted by RoseBlack on Tue, 2023-02-28 22:19

Alone she slept
Black roses etched in razor blades
Silently, she wept
Amongst the deadliest of nightshades

Embraced by the vine
That binds her
His mark upon her fragile spine
Taunting memories all a blur

Mirror mirror
On the wall
Could it be any clearer
She was his dirty secret after all

The future starts now

Submitted by Leslie on Tue, 2023-02-28 17:22

The future starts now!

war poets

Submitted by Blue-eyed Bolla on Tue, 2023-02-28 13:22

War poets are weary; they’re weary of war.
War poets aren’t war poets – not any more.
They’re cool connoisseurs of conflicts gone cold.
They’re battle-hard veterans war cannot scald!

War poets aren’t burning with anger no more.
They’ve swapped no man’s land for sun by the shore.
War’s cruel, callous killing no more strikes a chord.
From playing at war games war poets are bored.

Mind and confusion

Submitted by lovedly on Tue, 2023-02-28 12:35

Last night my mind revolved
about its own inner axis
I couldn't make out
what happened

went off to sleep

A rested mind woke me up
smile
it's sunrise

I smiled pulled all curtains
windows were wide open
swarm of bees came in
Queen Bee...
also smiled ...

Winter’s Gait

Submitted by Rosewood Apothecary on Tue, 2023-02-28 08:58

Driving wind screaming
February holds the reigns
Frozen unshod hooves

Gallop for the rains
Atop the hardened frost line
Below pounding trot

A sleeping world waits
Root and spore begin to plot
Winter changes gait

All He Is (a cinquain)

Submitted by Candlewitch on Tue, 2023-02-28 08:17

Steven
incredible, fantastic
amazing affirming astounding
quiet absorbing studious factual
nurturing

Reflection

Submitted by Clentin on Tue, 2023-02-28 07:56

Looking back allows me
To listen more closely
And appreciate more fully

I find that old memories
Show me a different set of parents
than I knew

I clearly see now
My siblings in a new light
Different from the past

I realize
A lot of love and caring
That I missed

Looking back allows me
To listen more closely
And appreciate more fully

the loveliness in death

Submitted by Seren on Tue, 2023-02-28 06:26

Loneliness grew in me
starting with the end
budding into solitude
the yawing canyon
filled with silence,
I whispered "hello"
echoing off nothing

Loneliness like dying
is eternal stillness
no longer breathing
like silenced waves
smashing the void
I am become as nowt
it kills me slowly

I look to the end
for a little death
a search for meaning
in the stillness, lovely.

A Message From Future

Submitted by Izaan Raza on Tue, 2023-02-28 01:26

By Izaan Raza, March 2023

Roses were red and violets use to be blue-
The oceans rose and the world was changed for the new-
The future is cunning and all-knowing but you had no clue-

For what came next shook the books of time-
The past forgotten, and the earth was left abandoned-
Nature is destructive and humble-
But time is ageless-

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