THREE POEMS by DM

War is a Contract to Death

War is a contract [with] to death, as you sign away with flourish.

You sign off on weapons, you’re signing off to her or him.

As you go to war at home or abroad, he takes souls without caring.

Little does he know or care, he’s making families grim.

Death is as fast as a bullet, as he swoops down and takes.

Till one side grabs the contract, and rips it up to bits.

For death comes when war is on, and less when it is off.

We wait for him to go, as we lower our men and women into pits.

He swooped down and took our soldiers, because the contract let him so.

Even if you end the agreement, he can still swoop and take.

Taking those who wronged him by narrow escape or those on the verge of death.

Why do we make wars when peace is safer to make?

Tears are Feelings In Every Drop

Tears are feelings in every drop, as I wash my pain away.

Sadness, anger, heart ache, all can fall to the ground.

If you let your feelings flow, you might feel better.

As you let the tears leak from your eyes, making a river so big you could drown.

You worried that if you go to your friend and tell them what’s wrong.

That they would laugh at your suffering and go away.

You're worried you would lose them because of your pain.

Only good friends help you and  truly stay.

As the tears fall, as the emotions go away, you sometimes sit and wonder, ‘Why?’

As your sadness falls from your leaky eyes, as the anger falls from your eyes with fury.

As the heart ache falls from your red eyes, that cried for hours, waiting for the pain to go.

And if the painful feelings don’t go away, they start to feel unsavory.

So more tears fall, as the emotions go, go, go away.

You keep on balling, for you don’t know when to stop.

The emotions can still be bottled up.

These tears still flow inside, nonstop.

Sometimes you cry for the wrong things, so your eyes continue leaking.

Sometimes, you have to let that experience and emotion go.

The pain, the hurt, the sorrow, the rage and wrath.

Most people try to hide what they should show.

Tell or show the people you trust, the emotions that you have.

Whatever you feel, for these people will not judge.

They won’t laugh at your pain and suffering.

For no matter what you feel, a good friend will listen and not budge.

The Tornado Inside

The tornado of feelings, swirls and mixes inside me.

Happiness, sadness, anger, excitement, all come to find me.

As I sit with those feelings mixing inside me.

I wonder what I feel and know.

These feelings are unhappy.

But happy at the same time.

They make me want to weep, and jump for joy.

And to stomp, and cry, but also enjoy.

As someone with this tornado, sits down and plunders.

“What do I feel?  Am I feeling this or that?” This person wonders.

They feel multiple different things, with the tornado inside them.

But the one you feel most, you’ll have to find them.