Love is the peace
the earth should feast,
and unlist wars
that reign bullets
of guns; it’s the
festival the world should
party, and stay blood
gone like ocean
unrest waters!
Love is the peace
that broke the Messiah’s
heart, and he beaten
stripes, that love
should dig foundations
of peace.
Love is the peace
that should plenty
love, killing reign of guns,
and sword tamed and sheathed
in calm strokes of love.
Love is the peace
that should battle
in front, and take
victims open another
morning bliss.
Love is the peace
we should craft in
cannons, and explode
it heal life.
Love should heavy
hearts’ arsenal; of
guns and tanks expel,
and pray Heaven
rain love like downpour.
Love is the peace
that should have
kept millions gone!
Love should have
camped life, and empty
camps that imprisoned
souls, and tame
holocaust!
Love is the peace
that should have
murdered genocides,
and give those
poor lost a roof….
Love is the peace
that should nest
the innocent safe,
and save lonely ones
in the cold down the
dark road and labyrinths,
so reaping-seeds
of love should plenty
fruits.
Love is the the power
we have not called her
charm, love is the
wine we have not
drank drunk;
they fight, and fight,
but love has been
the miracle we curse;
passing like breezes
of evening, and waiting
close to whisper her
peace!
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Dike Dyke Williams @dwilliams
Poet and Writer Dike Dyke Williams was born in Lagos, Nigeria. His ancestral home is Abba, in IMO state, eastern Nigeria.To the glory of God alone(S.D.G), His poem "Love is the Peace" has been published in World Healing World Peace poetry Anthology. A recipient of six creative writing awards.Go to Dike Dyke Williams's profile, and read more of his/her posts.
Very good message, but a little hard to read.
Thanks Kaycee. But you could.
Yeah. Twas a little hard.
Well you could still try…Thanks
it heal[heals] life
Love should have camped life, and empty[emptied] camps…and tame[tamed] holocaust!
Love is the peace that should have murdered genocides,and give[given] those poor lost a roof…
Nice poem; says it all of love. Wish it was more legible though.
Thanks.
Love is the piece that should have paragraphs in between its sweet lines.
love is the piece that knows when to pause and when to stop.
love is the piece that is patient and doesn’t rush when expressing itself.
love could be this piece.
Thanks Chica.