Arrows Poems - Poems about Arrows

Robin Hood, with his bow and his grin, Would take from the rich, where to begin? He'd shoot with a twang, Then sing with a bang, "Now the Sheriff's quite terribly thin!" ©bfa032125 ...

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Bullets come from the dead, To kill the innocent; For the injured, Arrows lead to life -...

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Words spoken in haste can’t be retrieved, so damage they’ve done can’t be relieved. Words that upset, you now regret, And apologies don’t help those aggrieved ...

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8 arrows on my heart, And I'm bleeding words, Words to say how beautiful you are, To tell how perfectly the place is designed just for you, To write about your hair, What a curly tale, God created flowers to make you fall on them, So don't you worry sweet girl, You're an angel for sure....

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1. Raucous winds sweep pristine waves against gods' sepulchral canvas as stagnant, sharp wings' frames rose from malnourished hearts; ends of elongated crosses marked beginnings of rotten, venomous roots plugged into dead matter. 2. Hollowed caverns invaded by calloused fingers coaxed bitter nectar and pellucid beads: thus, gashed, aqueous sacs polluted by darkening crimson rolled down the silken passage. With each bite, a...

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What can we expect from a government denying God's plan that which speaks in parseltongue the language of snakes this which is a skill that converses through black magic Pretending to care it focuses on taboo subject matter how blind has become the darkness surrounding these souls They start shedding when the light illuminates their heart's...

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Away from alleys, muggers don sombreros. So sharp, so twisting, they’re like arrows. The target never narrows. Sneaking, dancing through the night, Arrows never cause a fright. They steal every light. Not one is safe; they’re everywhere. Look around for their snare. Don’t say your cross is too much to bear. Are you too blind to see? The answer is in front of me. I will...

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poetry goes beyond a mere rhythmic flow of words like a poultice, it draws out feelings and emotions hidden between the lines, on a personal level poetry is to be felt more so than read when the reader identifies with the poet's words poetry is a way of sharing an experience by linking the words with the reader's feelings joy, sadness, love, fear, anger, and...

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That shot missed the mark totally, stop throwing your twisted arrows; Drunk Cupid, lay off the whiskey, that shot missed the mark totally; Inner thought conveyed vocally, hot blood in my veins now bellows; That shot missed the mark totally, stop throwing your twisted arrows....

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What arrows meant for A road sign, weapon armor Mistake to deal with....

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Arrows from bright, unbroken skies are falling down into the eyes of a man who is searching, yearning to find fantastical vistas inside of his mind. The warming rays illuminate for him branching paths from which to choose again– one that's been taken, one yet to be tread, but both wild new worlds inside of his head. This time his inspiration can be...

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There was a time of love beneath plantation trees, A time where I was young and beautiful and quite attached to the woman in the mirror, In fact I was doing just fine carrying her skin, Her leather-like skin breathing heavily beneath the Nevada sun, And there he was…. Then came the certain boy who smelled of rain, and faith,...

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Swift arrows chased Chief Barefoot But none fast enough to penetrate his skin His paint pony Four leg was mighty Carrying Chief Barefoot faster than the wind The other tribe could not compete As Chief Barefoot flew effortlessly Across mountains and dunes A mystical light enveloped he and his steed A giant protective bubble Arrows bounced off in all directions As...

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Guilt gets nothing built, Of sorrow there is no need to borrow, Anger ill suits an angler, Patience requires a degree of experience, Kindness is a great antidote to loneliness, Hope requires more than one rope, Love always comes from above, Wisdom only comes out of one kingdom....

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Back I go retracing steps. Against the tide I must tread, Following the arrows down in reverse. Each arrow head points back to moments gone, To a time before the dawn of days past. The footprints I must retread Lead backwards on the path trod. Heel to toe carefully placed in reverse, To echo the way I felt at each step. To unravel the...

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