Best Broadsword Poems

tenderly ...
as if robin's eggs
I consider the brittle fragments
of her heart, cupped in
my tarnished Tin Man hands -
not taking for granted
the entrusting of their care
I...

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Locked in her tower our heroine sleeps alone
This beautiful flower has been kidnapped from her throne
She stares at the moonlight then drifts off to sleep...

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For years the witches have gathered
Practicing their satanic rites of insanity
How many people have they butchered
Secluded, in this forested den of iniquity

Open fields surrounding the...

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The old King took to the battle
and leapt into the fencers fray.
“Noblesse oblige” his cronies cry.
“Our King will save the day!”

He was a bull to...

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tenderly ...
as if a robin's eggs,
I consider the brittle fragments
of her heart, cupped in
my tarnished Tin Man hands …
not taking for granted
the entrusting of their...

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HOW I WOULD DESCRIBE MYSELF

People often say to me 
“What can you tell me about yourself” 
guess it’s my duty to explain to them 
and...

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My neighbor is a pirate of fame
	        Who sailed and pillaged from Maine to Spain.

		   ...

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Brackish-gurgling days that
Unobtrusively slid along
Past tussock grass and curled up 
Balls of Fern...
Glued tightly onto structured vanes
Of outstretched frond.
Venerable Mosses reciting epic tales,
Measured throughout Metronomical...

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37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first...

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Part two (written by Jack Blackman) 0792059
Luth: I turned to gaze into my sibling's evil eyes of spite,
For fate had fallen on this forlorn night
To...

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This piece was done with help from a friend, Homer(@chrysomer on Instagram), please do check him out. We took turns, alternating with each line. He...

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Curse you, curse you forgiving and patient heart
you would receive a thousand papercuts 
before admitting a person's fault
I don't know why
Why are you so dead-set...

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What’s the Hue of Your Heart?

Does ‘claim’ to be ‘___’ (1) not suggest one’s more Racist?
The Truth’s we’re all mongrels (and born of one mother!),
whatever...

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T Salamander enjoyed local fame
down by the creek, there with her daughter.
Prided herself on her inky black frame,
bathing each day in the cool, brackish water.
She...

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Sinking into me
This silver broadsword
Pull it from my chest

Sheathe it in your gold
Transmuted from my ash
Collected from our final clash

Lying atop a branch
Atop the mighty...

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