Axes Poems - Poems about Axes

mundane

rising from bed in the morning
seeking shelter when it's storming
idly whiling stray hours away
dreaming there will be better days
fabricating a self-image
with a more prominent linage
doodling on back of a letter
shunning life as a go-getter

paying of various taxes
wielding rhetorical axes
stopping by the grocery store
dealing with muscles which are sore
waiting in the queue at the bank
musing why

Categories: axes, culture, endurance, humanity, introspection,
Form: Rhyme

Axes Dept

Taxing gracelessly 
Axes department

Categories: axes, abuse, environment, tree,
Form: Free verse

I Bear the Scars of Axes

I bear the scars of axes
forgotten loves
lost rings consumed
in fiery conflagration
rooted in the past
leafless in the present
reaching into the future.
Wars have torn me
taken my offspring
clouded the world
children have hugged me
nestled in my outstretched arms
swung from my limbs
clung to my strength
as they crept
from beneath my shadow
seeking sun and soil
a place to put down roots.


©12/26/2019

I am a

Categories: axes, family, life,
Form: Personification

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Laughing While Grinding Axes

The lane leading into the alley was lined with weeds
False intentions masked by good deeds
The end of the chosen route turned out to be dead
Too many conversations for one man's head

So he began snapping at friendly fingers
From the corner he had backed himself in
Lies falling from his mouth with every drop of the chin

I bent

Categories: axes, betrayal, emotions, goodbye, leaving,
Form: Rhyme

Axes

AXES!
   -Dharga Nagar Safa

If you,

Turn an axe

Tomorrow,

I won't stand as a tree

Today!

Categories: axes, bullying, emotions, feelings,
Form: Verse

They Tax Our Axes

They want to tax our axes
Then, take away our trees.
They impose cell phone taxes.
Then, laugh and shoot the breeze.
Lodges, matches, bridges, britches,
Dresses, dishes, finches, fishes.
Hinges, hitches, hedges, hearses,
Lenses, lynxes, luscious lashes…
They dip their hands in every pot.
Spreading wealth around they say…
Big Business taxes are a lot…not!
The newfangled economic way –
The middle class will love to

Categories: axes, angst, funny, social
Form: Rhyme