Best Edged Poems
I write of two-edged swords (that tired clichè)
as though this modern boy knew hilt from blade;
as if I had been taught of true swordplay,
not learned from movies Errol Flynn had made.
But plainly put, things work more than one way:
the lake that offers joy can also drown,
the sun that melts the wax can harden clay,
the fire that heats the meal burns houses down.
A hammer is adept at building things,
though hammer's claw might tear the same apart.
The kiss that first gave freedom to love's wings,
when given to another, broke my heart.
Two-edged clichès may give the reader pause -
I know firsthand the damage they can cause.
written 30 Apr 2022
Categories:
edged, first love, loss, lost
Form:
Sonnet
Tall,shady,green trees,
Sweet,fresh cold breeze,
Here I am,standing in the middle of the forest,
Feeling alone and abandoned by the rest.
I walk,walk and walk,until I feel tired,
I seek,seek and seek but seems I'm a blind,
Nothing,nothing is all I can see,
Except that tall,tall tree.
So I sit under its shady leaves,
There,I opened up my grieves
Maybe,a single tree could understand,
Why I am pouring my tears on land.
Categories:
edged, freedom, grief, poets, rainforest,
Form:
Ballad
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**
Categories:
edged, abuse,
Form:
Narrative
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
Categories:
edged, angstwords, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
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.
Categories:
edged, anger, anxiety, change, conflict,
Form:
ABC
Strewn about her axis world....
Where they've all grown up orphans
That have never known their names; they
Don't belong to no one; now isn't that a shame
Lost amid this sea of reality; animation, don't go Shane ?
Precious baby girl raggedy Ann wearing her three sizes too small
Soiled hand me down's best dress: barefoot his child together hearts run
Across scorching time and concrete deserts; outside their bubbles tiny eyes gazing
If but merely love's touch a cup of water these crumbs she calls in worlds apart; poetic dreams.
Categories:
edged, baby, love,
Form:
A little knowledge is a bad thing. Too much can be worse.
Categories:
edged, 10th grade,
Form:
Monoku
Silenced voices, feared by those in power.
Utopia sought, only dystopia flowers.
Protect all speech, diverse and free.
Perception leads to a society that is truly.
Redeemed expression, a beacon bright.
Escorting us through the darkest nights.
Silenced speech, we've lost our way.
Shaping the fascists we sought to slay.
Categories:
edged, anger, betrayal, conflict, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
edged, friendship, people,
Form:
Free verse
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?
Categories:
edged, forgiveness, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
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.
Categories:
edged, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Your words express what you believe
Your voice is what you play you perceive
Yet, your words and voice might be naive
You need a card today
For you to use any day
And whenever you want you can throw it away
You think everything is easy and simple
But you never see one's dimple
For all you care about is how to get rid of your pimple
Sometimes I woke alone along a lake
With sunlight protecting my back
And the wonderful breeze that always keeps me awake
You are two-edged
You are two-edged
I do not want you as a friend
For you are never truthful....
You are never careful...
Categories:
edged, friendship, life, people, sadwords,
Form:
Rhyme
two sides to cut with
how is that bad?
a warrior in battle
with this in hand
Categories:
edged, war,
Form:
Light Verse
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.
Categories:
edged, life, night, me, night,
Form:
Narrative
Feather edged clouds
Softly they lay, enticingly close
On the air of the day
Gliding and reaching across the sky
To kiss the peaks and ridge lines of the worthy.
Overlapping blades of varied length
Slow in unison
Their colours but washes of the same hue
The beautiful plains of a delicate fabric.
Fire to the tendrils of their edges
Hone the blades in simple glorious shine
Tracing their touch in cut-less discipline
Where the air survives un-wounded.
The feather edges of a rare thing
Commonly seen but not realised
The soft defined edges of a flight
So smooth and sure
The day's life beats in easy parallel
To feel such a touch of those edges
Smoothing the mind and gently stepping to a dance of the awaiting sunset
Careful and dreamlike, the feathers glow.
Careful and dreamlike they smooth my mind.
Categories:
edged, beauty,
Form:
Free verse