Raid Poems - Poems about Raid

...I've always showered care on ungrateful trees, the ones that bloomed and the ones that withered. I watered them anyway. In this chaotic world, compassion is made slavery, chained with e......Read the rest...

... her ethereal gaze tucked me into nirvanic waves tore me asunder amid quixotic abyss and seraphic throe  I harvest pearls from mollusks in swimming oysters  strip it in kaleidoscopic......Read the rest...

...I’m moving down a forest trail, wooden canyon on my right side, above, on thermals, raptors glide, always inspires without fail. I hear a rustle before me, and wonder just who that could be? ......Read the rest...

...Betwixt the vibrant threads of a busy bazaar, A foreigner's gaze seize on a singular star, A boy with one eye, an enigma raid, Their dialogue begins, a journey to trade. "Your salesmanship shin......Read the rest...

...Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat Not really qualified, just a rancher at that He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade Caught red handed in a cattle raid The jury took ten minutes to......Read the rest...

...The Naked brazen placid blue Meets its foe the dark forbidding nemeses Who unleashes his growing anger and fury Obliterating and defeating his enemy Proclaims a victory and unrolls his miserable ......Read the rest...

...When whispers shout out pain in silence And echoes rejoice in gladness A crowd of smiles in absence Yet the back bone spares no one regardless I get to understand what it means To be African in ......Read the rest...

...I didn't want gifts The reactions spoiled the day I'm awkward like that Please take the things away Things they'd made or chose would be fine Not things to put me on the spot Why does this hap......Read the rest...

... I greet the mild sun, as it ascends among peach and lilac hues. Its golden rays caress pearly dewdrops, resting upon my verdant leaves. My conical purple and pink petals stand tall against da......Read the rest...

...See Saw, Margery Daw, Marguerite - a pearl of a name… stateswoman, socialite, singer? No, a servant, soldier, and spy. Could she be a latent Margaret Thatcher? No she's clearly a servant, ......Read the rest...

...Upon their granite, sculpted brows, A chiffon ballet swirls and bows. Cloud-scarves drape, light as a sigh, Where mountains, aged and stoic, lie. Feathers of heaven, soft and white, Escape the......Read the rest...

...Annotations of mis-co-ordinations of the latest military drone strike The fear when the children of Ukraine hear bomb raid sirens into the night What’s near when all that you can contain is silen......Read the rest...

... paper dreams began a glitch something uncanny is afoot if you are the witch i should've knocked the broom of over i refuse to do it ......Read the rest...

...POEM: Welcome to Palestine. The land of the prophets and the martyrs. Let’s show show some respect, and bow down in humility… Gaza may be small, but their angels are all over and as far......Read the rest...

...They are running from camp to camp, carrying all that they have, big bundles mounted on their head with an appointment to meet the dead. A few weeks ago, they had a fortified home with maid service,......Read the rest...