Best Double Edged Poems
She is wearing a smile on her sexy lingerie,
Shining like a stars as she step down the stairs.
Humming a soft tone of a lyrics she made.
And thunder came in and break the silence.
She starts chillin' and turn a place to hide in.
But her catastrophe seems like no ending.
The edge of his sword penetrates on her flesh.
She is wounded, blood scatters on the wall.
No one can save her dying soul..---
She screams...aloud but no one could hear.
The trembling voice buried her to dungeon.
Who can take her away from hell..--
Who can annihilate the sword of a beast.
No one..until she rise up and break his neck!
** 6th Place Winner in Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest: A Missed Poem**
the tongue is a double edged sword
nothing hurts more than the spoken word
harsh words can cut clear to the bone
sometimes it's better just to be alone
I'd rather be beaten with sticks or with stones
battered and bruised with broken bones
than to have my heart ripped out, torn and tattered
and treated as if my feelings don't even matter
so take your harsh words that cut like a knife
and control your tongue, I don't need the strife
all that I ask for is a little respect
so choose your words wisely, try using some tact
I too have feelings, just the same as you
and your words leave me with open wounds
so think about others before you speak
and about the havoc your words can wreak
always be aware of the feelings and needs of others and think before you speak
cause you never know the hurt you may cause
I cant take it anymore,
This isn't what I've planed for!
I was confident, saturated with ambition,
I became lost, with no destination.
I had it all, It got took all away;
Joy,love and transparency, became nothing but sadness, hatred and ambiguity.
I loved the way it was, but it was never Okey,
Okey for adapting to facing indignity with respectability.
However Seeking change, Is a double edged sword challenge;
A halt caused by fearfulness, or a motive stimulated by persistence;
To shrink and deteriorate, to rise and pullulate.
In your car, the heat enveloped me like a cloak that afforded no protection
And you told me,
Instead of asking
Why I haven't called in six years.
And I'll hold my tongue.
Because these french fries are delicious
And your best friend is three hours from the altar
And I'll be damned
(Literally. Damned.)
To ruin and dishonor,
If your personal revolution is going to take its precedent
And make her get mascara on her pretty white dress.
I'm not that cruel, sweetheart
And you knew that I wasn't
Or we wouldn't be standing here.
The truth is out there,
and it's wearing the clothes that you put on its back.
And it's inside of you, too,
like an ache in your bones
and a specter
that chills your dark ocean of sleep.
Or a knot in your throat
when you get
Voicemail.
...Again.
Today, there will be rituals
And tomorrow, I've got a plane to catch
While you go back to sitting on the razor's edge
During your long drive up the coast.
Buddy, Pal
The pimiento to my sal
Let this grievance parlay
To the earthen mounds stay
Better it be, thinkest me
To be alive and free
And now we come to it
Must my sword sharpen thy wit?
Friend, fellow
let this fine wine mellow
To the river Styx bid hello
Better it be, thinkest me
To be alive and free
But now come we to it
Shall my sword sharpen thy wit?
Double-edged
Maybe, I should
dig faster now,
but my hands
are already numb,
and this gasping
lamp shows to
be troublesome.
The undecided
sweat on my face
comes to a halt,
as a light, daunting
and blatantly
obvious unfasten
my camouflage
amongst the shadows.
The paleness of
the moon tricks me,
and quenches the
flicker of a faithful’s
vigilance.To witness
the treachery of the
deepening shade
like a deadly snare
for a fallen
prey.
two sides to cut with
how is that bad?
a warrior in battle
with this in hand
The sun vanished I am left with gray skies.
As minutes turn to hours I see how time flies.
A cold wind awakens, feels like it may snow.
I save what I can and let all else just go.
As snowflakes drift downward they cover the ground.
There is peace in silence seems no one is left around.
I listen quite closely for maybe there might be a sound.
The path is before me yet I don’t know where I’m bound.
I wish for the sun as I long for its light.
It is the middle of the day but it feels like night.
All that is missing is all the stars and the moon,
I shall see them in a moment night will be soon.
I see the world around me but where do I fit?
I can’t see the answer from this place that I sit.
I have to have faith and a little more hope.
I need to just focus and put life in my scope.
I start to wonder for this is what I do
I try to decipher what is false and true.
The answer lies in the pieces scattered on the floor.
Things that I needed, I shall want them some more.
With all this in my head I just have to move on.
I don’t cry for spilled milk for it’s already gone.
I look to the horizon hope the answer is there.
It seems better than when, I was stuck nowhere.
As night time comes the sky does clear.
I remember the things that I once held dear.
The train is at the station so I climb on board
I watch what I pick for it’s a double edged sword.
Irreverence the sacred cow of The Realist the TRUTH will slay your motto and all flying spaghetti monsters the TRUTH will set you free, really who’s laughing now, I say it is God but He has no pleasure in death of the wicked Ask Him while you can, He cannot deny Himself
There’s two sides to every story
A little bit of pain and a little bit of glory
Love and hate become so often entwined
Wrapping so tightly the heart that they bind
There’s two parts in every duet
A chorus of hope and a verse of regret
Sometimes you’re the singer sometimes the song
Getting the tune right but the rhythm all wrong
There are two directions that this path has
Left to finish first the right to finish last
One way is a smooth course the other is rough
Your journey brief or arduously tough
There’s humility in winning honour in defeat
There is always two versions of everyone we meet
Justice is served with discrimination on the side
Dished up immediately or after a goodbye
I sit in the middle of the scales of life
Contemplating ,empathising,on the tip of a knife
At times I’m understood and at others I am not
I am part of the universe, an insignificant dot
blue war red hot political issues dont amount
to a hill of beans
when Sword of Damocles count
approaches zero hour
as global tensions mount
signaling increased chance
trigger finger will free
avast nuclear winter
(across world wide web) re:
leasing plethora pyrocumulus
mushroom clouds tree
mend us planetary explosions
annihilating webbed wide
world, an irrevocable earthlinked debacle
spelling widespread species
multitudinous extinction
ex post de facto after super
bowling powers (wannabe) vied
to wrest empowerment spanning
entire realm sans third rock
from the father, sun and holy ghost,
who turned substantial pock
kits of flora and fauna
once populating oblate spheroid ad hoc
significant swaths of life forms
pulverized and/or turned to ash
transformed into radioactive wasteland
after war mongers brash
lee usurped hegemony
(ruling inhabitants
of Gaia with an iron fist
with a smidgen of flavoring
courtesy of Missus Dash
superfluous taste enhancer,
when sibling burnt offering views
between Venus and Mars incendiary
tolled mourning news
smithereens sole remnant
poisoned every square inch
from weapon of mass destruction
that did cruise
engendering thick noxious fog
(disabling fox and roach)
while smoldering seas and continents
skull and crossbones didst poach
amidst the gasified, liquified, pureed
where holographic ghoulish super bowl coach
rendering lifelessness home for menagerie
where virtue trounced vice as organisms
(particularly one primate) didst try
(predominant 21st century simians)
tool heave with amity, comity, and empathy
animals and plants an experiment
that went a wry
presaging a nuclear winter with nary a winner
implicating mankind as the absolute sinner
instantaneously after Doomsday Clock
signaled point of no return
where grim reaper the sole grinner.
Form:
wielding, slashing releasing my wrath
rhyming prose my double-edged sword
releasing all this pent-up anger
directed at my own weaknesses
berating, lambasting where it seethes
even though I saw, I failed to see
with every withdrawal and your repose
a shield you use to deflect my blows
the sweetest gift you could have left
this one I use to pen and reflect
the only one who has let me down
is the one in the mirror staring back
Everything you do is double edged sword
cutting a disorienting swathe across my mind
Every meeting brings me unsolicited joy
the circumstances of which leave me in a pleasant humor
Only to lead to disbelief and what has transpired
to be confusing and inexplicable
What do your words mean?
What do your actions mean?
I cannot consult body or mind
without causing a calamitous
push and pull of chagrin and elation
Distance maybe the only cure to what ails me
Because each side of the sword flays me deeply
S-harper than any double-edged sword,
O-ne God's truth sets man free;
N-othing ever is impossible,
N-ew result of His promise
Y-ou will see.
G-od's message is so clear
E-verytime it is conveyed;
R-ains from storm shall stop,
A-s everything is God-made.
L-ife comes from God's wisdom,
D-eath is willed by Him in time;
O-nce man follows His mandate, he shall be away from dirt and grime.
C-reator's command is so loud,
U-sing its power to convince;
S-eptember twenty-eighth morn
T-he Lord says what He means.
O-pen your heart, mind and soul,
D-enying not the Lord's holy word;
I-t can turn one's life around,
O-r it's sharper than any double-edged sword.
young stud adonis
most beautiful of all gods
~ handsome devil too
By
David Kavanagh