Best Sharp Poems
Me barber’s still one of them blokes who lives the school of old,
using methods quite old fashioned to what modern trends unfold,
so with scissors, clippers, hot towel, then lathered with a brush,
he’ll shave you with a cutthroat, though never in a rush.
And he offers further benefits, if you’re that way inclined,
for just a couple of extra bob, you get your shoes well shined,
and while waiting for your turn, you can read a magazine,
or tune in on conversation, while his razors shaving clean.
He sells those huge cigars as well. I think the Cuban brand!
And there’s Californian Poppy that the young won’t understand.
Wafting through his barber shop is the smell of after shave…
And today there is one customer, who wants to misbehave.
He’ll be in the chair before me; I have to put up with his rot,
his voice is loud and won’t shut up, intimidating all us lot,
so when his time had come, we hoped he’d give us all a spell,
then he demands a shave and haircut and to shine his shoes as well.
I watched the barber lathering, before he beckoned with a call…
then this beautiful young woman came and stood in front of all.
The barber mentioned “Here’s a customer, wanting you to shine his shoes”
and when she bent down to do the job she gave some awesome views.
The loudmouth couldn’t help himself; he had to open up his gob.
He mentioned to the pretty lass, that when she finishes her job,
they ought to sneak away together, and book themselves a motel room,
but from the lass who shone his shoes, a shock’s about to loom!
She smiled into his soaped up face, and gave his shoe a pat,
“I’m sorry sir, I’m married and my husband wouldn’t like that.”
“Your husband!” Scoffed the loudmouth, “Use your commonsense!
Tell him you’re working overtime and I’ll pay you the difference.”
The lass raised her brow and gave a grin, then his shoe a final wipe.
She stood up and took a deep breath before replying to his hype,
“Your offers pretty good” she said, “I’ll go and get my hat and coat,
but you can tell him if you like… he’s got the razor at your throat.”
©2005 Lindsay Laurie
Steel
Hilted
Arced or straight
Razor edge with
Point
~
Sharp
Weapon
Of conflict
Reflects sunlight
Death
Written on 20th March 2019-03-20
For light up the page 3 poetry contest
Sponsored by Joseph May.
"Sharp Nibbed, Diminished"
Ignominy, cries softly ...
When the ground swallowed him
When life imploded inside
When the little girl cried
At that moment life died
When his heart broke
When all words dried
When his tears cried
the second time spent
absent love wept
willows drowning dreams
turning pages slowly
a life boat floating aimlessly
sharp-nibbed oars
beak-like bleeding
dipping feathers
into a black sea
heart shark-bit
calligraphy
diminished
forgiveness
writ.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
https://youtu.be/tKVvMiPDG20
Speed of Sound (Slowed & Reverb) / Coldplay
https://youtu.be/WIF4_Sm-rgQ
"Hallelujah" / Buckley
“All that noise, and all that sound
All those places I got found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand..."
LYRICS/ "Speed of Sound", Coldplay
https://genius.com/Coldplay-speed-of-sound-lyrics
Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Natasha L. Scragg
Contest Judged: 8/30/2025 4:27:00 AM
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 5, 2025
When life threw me a curveball,
I stumbled—then chuckled mid-fall.
Lumped knees, not pride, I wore like bent,
because sneering is something I've seen.
In chemo rooms and vestibules,
I frenzied dry jokes on aseptic walls.
Doctors simpered, nurses would beam—
a punch-line where the fear had been.
When agony thumped hard and sleep grew thin,
I let the silly light writhe in.
A meme, a whirl , a silly song—
made aching days feel less so long.
No, humour incurable or patch,
But it's the ally, not made to part.
It doesn't silence, hurt or truth,
but let me smirk with my aching tooth.
So here's my laugh, though life gushes beneath,
it's how I rise, not how I lament!
Sharp The Edges, Of Poet's Pen Turned To Fight,
( New Dawn,Third Battle And Final Slash ) -
Part Three
From within, a gifted calm brings a tranquil peace
to poet's soul that searched and found a new lease
and with foresight decided to take pen to write,
about shadowy black beast, that stabs in dark of night.
Now massive strength that old poets's pens often yields
succors heart and grants victory on battlefields
new ink hones blade, gifts poetic words that destroy,
that savage beast that sought to make a whipping boy!
From poetry comes a Light that, gives true powers
which destroys wicked beasts, lurking in dark towers
by shining wisdom from classic poetic verse,
to cut those, that such illuminations do perverse.
Lo! Be aware what may be found seeking true Light
Sharp the edges, of poet's pen turned to fight!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2019
Sonnet, ( The Third And Final Battle-- Part Three)
Conclusion- Three Part Series..
Note: This is the last to be written on this subject in regards to
this specific incident. I offer this series for the hiding fool,
the worthless opponent to come on and try to refute.
nuff said... old poet, Still writing...
She decides,
it is set;
her eyes
ask
and answer.
Shoulders
stretch
back,
one higher
than the other,
breasts
push
out,
pelvis in-to
a shallow c-shape,
rhythmic movements
like breathing,
more gliding
than walking;
a slight touch,
then
a slow turn
to the right,
slender fingers
moving
the air of
her body
deep
inside
his space -
her seduction dance.
ZZ Top was right
if you dress like a winner
you’ll be a winner
Humor plays a special role
In this world of woe.
Laughter's serum for the soul,
As all fun lovers know.
Robust guffaws brighten days.
Insides shake, and hot tears flow.
Think of all the many ways
You could cheer those feeling low.
Sharp words leave invisible scars, and pain,
They pierce like sword and harm the soul.
Such painful words keep echoing the ears,
With no scope left for the heart to console.
Like arrows sharp words hurt deep inside,
Though their wounds are not visible to eyes.
Time may heal them but scars stay forever,
Watch your words before it is late to realize.
Love and bonding gets created over years,
But sharp words split relationship so quick.
Like a mirror broken into thousand pieces,
So don't throw your sharp words as a brick.
July 28, 2016.
Create an Idiom - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jesse Day
A clown so cute
Can’t be a brute.
Ten foot tall in size
He called him Penny Wise.
Children abducted and killed
Parents hearts with pain filled.
IT was not a clown at all
But a spider hundred feet tall.
Don’t go near it might rip your throat
In the sewer you’ll definitely float.
Oh, yes, that time has surely come-
the winter of our years;
try keeping busy, having fun
and hang out with our peers.
On senior bus trips, off we go,
the highlight of our day.
But walkers and those footed canes
sure do get in our way.
Like ducklings waddle cross the floor
to meet the guide in pairs,
we follow him or her around
and pray there are no stairs.
And soon it's time to see the show
and thought we had our place
to sit next to our special friends,
then find there is no space!
'Cause we got lost along the way-
when leaving the restroom!
Now in the dark, get seated near-
some gal with strong perfume!
And soon the time has surely come-
the curtains rise with cheers.
So tired of saying 'who' and 'what'-
stuff hearing aids in ears.
Oh yes, those days have surely come-
the winter of our time;
just keep on going, with a smile-
pretend it's summertime!
For a dagger so sharp
before me, I do not trust,
'tiss so devilish
"Next Poem, Erased on a Sharp Black Line"
The more I try to erase you
The more you present sharp and present
Oligarchy claps on,
Teeth sharp and tongues bite venomous in numbers
There you are walking
barefoot and blindfolded
on a Sharp Black Line
Daring to dive in
Here I await your presence
In the swim
A shadow drowning
under brittle crystal hours
hooked by lip
silent
Aqua smile shatters a
dry paper kiss
Fingers touch written lines
not the bees stinging
with their
thick
sticky honey
Fingers tracing lips
The tongue spoken
between broken
and bliss
Alive,
not drowning
waving
Something in the story
missed
Absent
Ingenue
Transformation
Tryst
To sleep,
close my eyelids
who's counting on you,
next poem
erased on a sharp black line
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/1TuOT324neg
Thom Yorke/Ingenue
Ingenue/Lyrics, Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/Atoms-for-peace-ingenue-lyrics
No torrid steel rod will cauterize my wounds
I cannot lick these festering gashes clean
Your sharp-bladed tongue has bitten deeply
fangs plunged with each vile cursed scene
No mere prick or scratch did you inflict
as thorns draw drops from a finger laid bare
You severed our dangling cord with a stare
Without gauntlet thrown before you swayed
I was waylaid in the pitfall of vows betrayed
I sat weeping upon moistened ground
faintly hearing your snarling sound
a vile bitterness in your laughter as I stir
If you have a conscience, I shall be its burr
You turned your back and ran away
Now that your cruelty has been done
but there is no victory to be claimed by you
for there is nothing you have won
How often you preyed on others
while you played at being sanctimonious
Liquid courage brings death that smothers
I escaped the hold you once held
before my life was snuffed and felled
I still breathe and I've no fear to speak
It's you who proved to be weak
My tongue holds daggers of its own
whetted on the grindstone of deception
I was hungry for strength, parched with thirst
to take vengeance as my anger grew
Getting even was long past due
But hurting you would label me evil
That's the last thing I ever desire to be
Vengeance will never be mine to take
and accepting that has set me free
Years will pass but I'll never forget
that I once loved you, yet I sorely regret
not realizing the kind of person you are
I've moved on and no longer grieve
while you still swim in the deep dark waters
of your besotted world of make believe
crowning the cactus, a flower blooms