Warrior Poems
The platform.
by Katie Louise
Standing on the platform, desperately trying to conform. Longing to fit in.
These thoughts inside my head, they tell me I’m better off dead. What if I just took one step forward, then another… and another. Knowing that the next train would surely smother… me.
I’m a prisoner in my own mind, some may say I’m one of a kind but I don’t think so. I’m just a warrior fighting daily battles just like anybody else, right? Wrong. We may all struggle but I am in my own fight. My own mind. One of a kind.
I and my suitcase are boarding the train now. I managed to fight and resist the urges somehow.
Seated, Feeling defeated. One headphone in my ear listening to some new pop song. I’m people watching as other desperate souls walk along the platform beside me.
......
Warrior
by Elizabeth DeLucey
Warrior
It was a warrior
The one meant for battle
But there was no war being fought
And what is a warrior without a war?
It didnt know the answer
All it knew was anger
All it knew was rage
The never ending pain that entered its soul
It needed the fight
......
this woman's a warrior
by Bogdan Dragos
her back to the world
she stands outside into the
cold
and the snow
made her a white helmet
and shoulder guards
and is now knitting a cape
the deer don't dare come
near her and the
......
The confused warrior
by Lynda Grine
Can you win a war that is not yours to win?
Muster the strength for a fight you should lose?
My darling, love is not a battlefield
And I was never your enemy
The confused warrior
by Lynda Grine
Can you win a war that is not yours to win?
Muster the strength for a fight you should lose?
My darling, love is not a battlefield
And I was never your enemy
this woman's a warrior
by Bogdan Dragos
her back to the world
she stands outside into the
cold
and the snow
made her a white helmet
and shoulder guards
and is now knitting a cape
the deer don't dare come
near her and the
......
Warrior
by Elizabeth DeLucey
Warrior
It was a warrior
The one meant for battle
But there was no war being fought
And what is a warrior without a war?
It didnt know the answer
All it knew was anger
All it knew was rage
The never ending pain that entered its soul
It needed the fight
......
The platform.
by Katie Louise
Standing on the platform, desperately trying to conform. Longing to fit in.
These thoughts inside my head, they tell me I’m better off dead. What if I just took one step forward, then another… and another. Knowing that the next train would surely smother… me.
I’m a prisoner in my own mind, some may say I’m one of a kind but I don’t think so. I’m just a warrior fighting daily battles just like anybody else, right? Wrong. We may all struggle but I am in my own fight. My own mind. One of a kind.
I and my suitcase are boarding the train now. I managed to fight and resist the urges somehow.
Seated, Feeling defeated. One headphone in my ear listening to some new pop song. I’m people watching as other desperate souls walk along the platform beside me.
......
