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A poem inspired by the song "The Ballad of the Broken Birdie Records" by Mum, and written from the perspective of one that has just survived a war.

War is like many things, so I'm going to try to show most of them to you in poetry form

Sometimes I have visions. They are never of good things.

A poem, original from my main work.

This was originally a letter I wrote to my anxiety but I've changed it around a little to make it into a poem format. The title says it all.

This poem is about the terrorist attack in France on Friday 13th in 2015. To understand the beginning you need to know that during this time I was not good a standing up to people or saying what I thought in public. So I decided to post this on my Facebook which was a big step.

The reality of war

Fighting is like a dance, we hit and strike at every chance. We move around in a trance, fighting is like a dance.

My entry for the Labyrinth September/October writing prompt: Genrebaby.

If you don't like anything dark then don't read. This is my first time writing poetry. Please enjoy. ( )

What do you see when people say war?

The year was 1915. The year since the outbreak of the Gallipoli Campaign in the First World War. As the Turks struggled against their foes, all of them knew that their defiance against the invaders would contribute greatly for their patriotism, honor and glory to their very motherland - The Ottoman Empire.

The date is October 1917. The date that had fired a signal shot from the cannon of a cruiser which in turn sparked a vast revolution that forever changes the entire structure of the erstwhile Russian Empire.

Wrote this around about the time of California fires circa 10/12/2017 and also after the multiple hurricanes hitting the SE US plus Caribbean islands and probably other places besides. And also Las Vegas... Sometimes in face of news on these kinds of things, takes some processing. I guess in essence that's what this all is for me. Lemme know what you think if you want.

La guerre est une histoire de présent, de passé et aussi d'avenir. Ceci est la dernière lettre qu'un soldat enverra à sa famille... Enjoy !

Originally a school assignment: I used only words found in The Crucible by Arthur Miller to write a poem in response to Islamophobia, or the dislike of or prejudice against Islam or Muslims, especially as a political force.

My insight on what sacrifice feels like to me in a war.

A child standing by the road has a sad look on her face. No one would truly understand what she has seen. PLEASE REVIEW!

A poem about nuclear repercussions and the ignorance of world leaders

[Twelve Zero Zero] "It all ends in the musk of blood and dirt..." [Twelve Shots of Summer: Quarter Queller]

People who have some knowledge of China and Chinese food (and I mean like, the real kind), would get this poem better than people who don't. Still, I tried to explain it a bit before start of poem and not sure if the explanation honestly helped or isn't really necessary for understanding. In some ways, food is food after all, especially if you're starving to death because of...

It's been awhile, but I wanted to invite anyone I could to meet someone I know a little too well.

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