Darkness. Live by the gun, die by the gun.
Darkness. Life become less needful. Men with dead eyes learn to love the strip clubs, the drink and the war. Darkness overtake men who had learn love is bitter, life is a pain… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Soldier
Lost prayers.
Lost prayers.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I prayed for dying men of war, once I prayed for the dying of starvation and once, I prayed for people being killed become of religion.… Continue reading
Unknown soldiers.
Unknown soldiers.,.. He wrote to his journal in a Soldier graveyard in France outside of Paris in 1979. The dead don’t suffer no-more. He is surrounded by 40,000 crosses with names of boys… Continue reading
Mercy.
Mercy. Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched him and wondered why? I knew great pain and understood his face and eyes.… Continue reading
Lovers and losers.
Lovers and losers She told me. I will cry for you. I would die for you. I will do anything to make you feel safe and loved. Please stay with me. The lonesome… Continue reading
Five little poems.
1- WarThe war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won. 2- Miss youI’m missing you.I whispered to the falling sun in the west.The raising moon… Continue reading
The things we do.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry War is a sin. Bob Denver The Things we do? I’m far from a Angel.I believe some deeds in lifecan’t be forgotten. A beautiful girl Rachel Corrie.She stood in front of… Continue reading
Some war poetry.
What is left? The dead will not rise.War steal the best from us.Who remember the people in the mass graves? Children cry, Soldier die Old friend you were killed in Iraq.So far from the safety… Continue reading
Who will ring the bell?
Who will ring the bell? Who will ring the bell when the last soldier is dead? The great liars in Washington D.C shrouded lies with fake glory. Making the sheep believe war is… Continue reading
When the war is over.
When the war is over. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading