Best Blade Poems

Rather I, Sharpen Blade, Saddle My Battle Horse,
(Dawn, First Battle, Part One)

Dare I, reduce poet's pen to a plastic sword
flee from shadows that invades as destructive hordes?
Nay, such would incinerate reborn poetic soul,
bring heartache and destroy path to truth's gallant goal.

Rather I, sharpen blade, saddle...

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I’ve read a lot about the stars—
sought precious knowledge of deep space. 
Wondered when we’ll go to Mars—
pondered if we’ll leave this place. 

Some problems here on earth, it seems;
though much here that I treasure. 
But is it still a field of dreams,
or merely life...

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im gonna paint a picture,
a picture with a twist.
im gonna paint a picture,
i'll paint it on my wrist.
and if i paint this picture right,
a fountain will appear.
and then one day,
all my troubles will disapear....

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Beauty in Imperfection - A collaboration with Iris Blade

I got too close to the masterpiece
And realized it was cracked
Blemishes and scars 
Memories and sorrow

I stared as the brushstrokes reflected
fault lines in reverse images
slicing and carving,
desires and dreams 

And I silently waited
For the broken frame
For the...

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The mighty steed was black as night.. (Cobolt was his name)
His rider, Blade,  a Warrior Knight
Swiftly through the dark forest he rode
A realm he ruled with an iron code
He was in search of his  magical blue amulet
Stolen he believed by a raven.. his...

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Friend, you may view me as piteous
for my form is quite hideous
Bloodstained hands I cannot clean
even though I'm fastidious
I accidently killed the queen

This deed beyond my conception
I promised my queen protection
My sword I swung it in the dark
towards a ghostly reflection
It struck my Queen leaving...

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Pull Your Blade From My Bleeding Back


Pull your blade from my bleeding back
the cut can thus bleed all the more
Your deceit so deep I've lost all track
your love is, crap water on a dirty shore!

Stand back and watch me hurt and bleed
can you destroy my...

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Blade of Hate


Rip out my bruised and battered heart
fire that shot, you must start.
The cuts have soaked the floor so red
hell no, not yet am I, the fool dead!

Slide back into this bloody little room
give some more pain and slashing gloom.
You laugh so gleefully at...

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I knew a girl who lost all she had
Leaving her lonely, lost, and terribly sad
Having no one to talk to and no one to call
She fell in love with the blade releasing it all

She found peace in the pain that came with each cut
Behind her...

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Your laughter haunts my lonely nights,  
Memories echo in empty halls,  
Each whisper stabs my aching heart,  
Once we soared, now shadows fall,  
A friendship lost, a love undone,  
In silence, tears become my song....

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Night draws out like a long, sharp blade.
Keen edged, it carves its image upon a 
black-ink sky. As iron sharpens iron, the 
knife hurls glowing planets and stars 
upon the deep.

A soft-faced moon of soapstone,
is the sharpening tool upon which the 
knife's edge beckons light...

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In and out, the body seem to fade
one more push on the mind is a crime
to good and long life, it is a huge blade
as for the need to rest, oh dear, no time
too much fire won’t make gold from jade
no item can save the...

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The time of death is now
The blade of life takes it bow
With thee I behead
Blood running red
No one questions why and how

Looking at the guillotine
One mans nightmare the other mans dream
Cousin to the knife
It takes away your life
Fast and sharp its cut is clean

Waiting in...

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A poem should be a candle
that brings human feelings to light;
moving like a stubbled shadow
across the face of tomorrow.

And its rhythm should be inviting,
soliciting raw emotions
from within the depths of your soul;
where both Angels and Demons dwell.

Its language should be conversant,
conveying the writer's message
in a...

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In a house high on a hill an old man grows weak, many years have gone, he lays in his old bed,
Back in the day, a dashing young officer with a brilliant red uniform he had many girlfriends,
Flowers scattered across the mead's and meadows the...

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