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Barbarians Poems - Poems about Barbarians


Imbeciles
Have you seen what's going on in Afghanistan and all that's gone wrong caused by the Taliban driving the country into rack and ruin with impunity is what they're doing it's what they've done it would be good to put them on the run better yet eliminate those Barbarians at the gate yes it would be best to dress each one in a suicide vest then blow their tiny minds up the...

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Categories: barbarians, how i feel, violence,
Form: Rhyme
We Are the Barbarians
Why do you not see the world's in a civil war I'll bet you'll notice when the army kicks in your door. We fear anyone who doesn't look or think the same Thinking you're better, you're playing the Banksters game. These greedy creatures own you and your home It's been this way since the days of Rome. Only in conflict they...

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Categories: barbarians, allusion, conflict, corruption, discrimination,
Form: Couplet



Premium Member Barbarians
Barbarians trampled through the empire. They came in waves from wherever was home. Boors killed Romans and set buildings afire. Cities were laid to waste when tribes would roam. These ruffians lit Rome’s funeral pyre. ...

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Categories: barbarians, history, people, war,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
The Barbarians
A lovely face with a gorgeous height, Nibbles the straw with its bemused delight, Chafed palpitation in bewilderment, Ticks disaster reeking of harassment; Look away and miss those voluptuous joints, Fine lingerie upsets the veiled data points, Tattoo figures in barbarian flanks, Badgered innocence and I muse for ranks. In her feline moves watch for the gait; Never burn fingers when you see her...

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Categories: barbarians, life
Form: Free verse
Barbarians At the Gate
Take a look at the picture books, watch the news. Read about it in the papers the are fighting out of the blues. Children are dying, mothers are weeping fathers are fighting till this day i know not why. Barbarians at the gate pull up the draw bridge too much war. Children are suffering what happened to farming, making fine wine and chanting? building fine structures and...

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Categories: barbarians, childhood, war,
Form: Prose Poetry




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