Best Dagger Poems

I may not always write about you,
About the way your energy,
Caresses my spine,
And sends jolts of electrity,
Racing through my body,
Exploding each cell like fireworks.
I may not write about,
The way my dreams at night,
Fill with you and I dancing,
Heat bashing our skin,
Filling us with an unquencable...

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The blacked out world mutes loves counterpart

Silence is now the sharpest dagger to the heart

You hang on bated breath for a single word

The peace of sound will not be stirred

You can't keep calm surrounded by the lull

The speechless stare has left you dull

The stillness way...

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trust isn't a must
left me in the dust
Judas and Brutus
caused less of fuss
a dagger from with in
is worse than any sin
love has many faces
and a few disgraces...

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Sadness has overcome me,
fear too.
For all that I know,
I can't tell you.

Secrets abound
and I'm underground.
Cloak and dagger,
faces and facades,
diamonds and pearls,
more than I wished for when I was a girl.

Freedom comes like a windy day
and I miss it when it blows away.
I snatch the light
as...

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Death Take Thy Dagger**

Death - take thy dagger from my bloodless heart**
love has spent its flow upon the fallow
poured pure passion upon its stony need
impaled itself upon a shaft of lies.

Be merciful, oh darkness, comfort me
with whispers as the silent beats subside,
console my limbs with...

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The dagger of malice misses my heart
   I was born misarranged.




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My dagger used to be drawn 
as innocent poison flowed from my parted lips,
hatred to carry on
I cursed your name
your love was sour in my Shame.
Why can't I recall those horror images that drove me into someone else's arms? 
Why am I again falling for...

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DAGGER IN THE HEARTH
Each time I try to say, “The country isn’t good”
Even as a secondary school pupil
I can’t remember the last I obeyed the iota rule
Even dough I know my parents builds castles in the air
Yet I can’t redirect the wrong footsteps
And I have...

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"A dagger of pain, a tear of grief" Quote by Constance La France 

They told us of the agony these poor birds go through.
They invited us to join them, there was work we could do.
Approaching was the annual licensed duck hunting shoot.
Slaughter of ducks, maybe...

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Cultured and polished, 
so suave and debonair,
You stand amidst a cyclone, 
moving not a hair.
You’re quite the handsome fellow, 
your lips a wicked leer,
You strike me with your dagger eyes, 
and inject me with your fear.
I’ve finally moved beyond you, mind, 
to a heaven high...

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Oh sweet dagger! Stop your twisting,
Lost memories bring me weeping;
Each time I think of the beauty,
Love- lost for all eternity.
Will this heart ever stop bleeding?

I see you when I am dreaming,
But day time stabs bring back grieving;
My life has lost its harmony.
Oh sweet dagger!

Beloved- stay...

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Joyful memories of days when we sang in the sun 
holding hands and kissing til' the moon  slow rose 
oh how I miss your fancy face, your cute lil' nose 
after the laughter comes the pain, alongside rain   

I recall our promises...

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In time the enemy lie in wait
Everything you hold back on now will never be finished
A surprise  attack will come
It could be the end
So why live like there is no beginning
Life evolves you change with every season
Why not put it all out that
Everything you...

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Once again,
The dagger makes an appearance
As this dagger has hurt me, many times before.
The stabbing-like agony this dagger brings
That penetrates my being completely
At every chance it gets.
Sometimes the dagger, 
Removes itself from my heart
But is never fully gone.
Randomly and often
It pierces deep into my core
and...

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it would be nice if certainties came liquid
and don't wear a dirty robe
as the aggressive formation of the storms
or the negative balance of failed smiles.
we know what they created...
this altar of icy statues,
built with the defects called trust
and his emblematic surname pain.
the fingers that point...

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