Best Sheathe Poems
We are Nasty Women
When we hear haughtiness, we name it
When we see bullying, we blame it
We are Nasty Women
We do not daintily defer
For selfish whims of a saboteur
We will not walk three steps behind
We will not sheathe our sharpened minds
We are logic's clear eloquence
We are unyielding consequence
We are Nasty Women
We are out of many, one
We are the soldiers of every war
We are astronauts and commodores
We are the activists of plundered Earth
We are the executives who expect our worth
We are the advocates of facts, unsuppressed
As we walk the corridors of Congress
And we are far from done.
6/06/19
Poem of the Day
June 8th, 2019
Held unyielding in your narrow mind
is the ignorance which keeps you blind.
Building dams will only hold you back
from accepting that white is not black.
Like a slow moving, barricaded stream,
your thoughts clot like curdled cream.
Thin skin has need to slough rejection,
Your rigid stance in mirrored reflection.
Break open the dam across the estuary
that hinders your vision. It's necessary
to move in sync with malleable fluidity
instead of sputtering words of stupidity.
Shedding skin will allow you to breathe.
Release your potential from its sheathe.
Even a snake slithers out from its skin
to crawl from where it once had been.
Little is the chance you have to accept
new ideas if they are not circumspect
to the fault of having such a closed mind.
Throw off the veil that keeps you blind.
Don't become stagnant and decompose
by turning your back, continuing to oppose
any idea with which you just don't agree.
You'll drown in arrogance, acting so lordly.
Hey my Sparkling light from heaven of blue sky,
Marrying You,None of the path in life is empty without Your love!!
You are the dawn turning my night into day,
Nature residing in You is the god's gifted creativity,
Life is been delighted with wonders and joy's being with You!!
Hey my Weatherbeater, with You everyday rise with the Upstream and
vanish my worries,
You are Staggering force of water with whom I wave!!
You are the Iconic Prism of my life deviating a beam of romantic ness all
around,
Stopping by life's biggest question you were the one who took my
breath away!!
You are the like the Seaboard bracing the sand and getting dissolved in
passion of Love,
Hey my Jewel casket, I feel secured in your sheathe!!
You are the one who always glimmer amongst all the planet,
Yes Your Lovely smile stucked between paired lips always pleased me
absolutely in its own way!!
Fabulously enduranced my soul,
Artfully You committed!!
Wanna fleet admirally along with You,
Hey my prismatic light, being with You spectral colours bloomed in my
Life with Your refraction!!
Something apparently sensed , something made us connected,
Something arised our feelings, something exchanged our emotions!!
Something made us hear the faint phantom bells from the heart,
Yes Your Stupefyingly impressive attitude, integrated
orientation,Extravert disposition connected me!!
Blissfully You call me as darling, addressing me as Your Life partner I really
felt blessed,
Conjuring togetherness had made our life magically beautiful!!
Wooing with You, days is passing amorously graceful,
Hey Colorful palette, Every shade in You made me feel stimulated!!
You ignited fire in me, Aroused craziness to its height,
Setting sun kindled the sky with red and orange ,likewise You spread
the flames of love drived in every route!!
Tying the knot, we eloped away.. created wonders everywhere!!
She should have been Hera, goddess queen of heaven, the sister-wife of
Zeus, king of the gods; she would have caught him one Friday night tipping
Out while she sleeps to visit one of his plumy wives and over 100 relations.
She would have said, “Sit down Zeus; let me inform you about the laws of
Property settlement and child support in heaven with a concrete poem.”
She would have straightened up Aphrodite, goddess of love and lust.
Especially when Aphrodite was caught red-handed making love to
Her son, Ares, the God of war, she probably would have said, “Now look
Here woman, quit messing with my son and creating all this rumblings in
Heaven with the gods.” I could see some Lanturne poems floating
She would have acted as the sister of Demeter, goddess of fertility,
Agriculture, and harvest, a sister of Zeus. Because she would have
Blessed women with children who need them, and also farmers
With great harvest and crops to feed their families and sustain the
People across the land, by waving a haiku poem in her healing hands
She would have screamed as the sister of Hermes, the crooked cattle-rustling
God; son of Zeus and Maia, who stole his brother, Apollo’s cows, then
Lied, and swore before Zeus, their father, “That even if I knew who stole
Apollo’s cattle, I would not even accept a reward for finding the thief.”
She would have gave her crooked brother, and son of Zeus, a flying senryu
She would have been with Athena, the virgin goddess of wisdom, reason, and
Heroic endeavors; the daughter of Zeus, and Titan goddess of wise counsel
Métis, especially when Athena appeared onto Swift-footed demigod,
Achilles, and told him, “Sheathe your sword and defeat Agamemnon, the
Greek king with words of wisdom.” I could see some wise epigram poems
She was probably counseled by Apollo, her brother, god of music, healing, and
Poetry; the son of Zeus and the Titan goddess Leto. Because she has cared
For the sick in hospital emergency rooms, and has also stimulated us for years
With her poetic muse. She has counseled many along the way and has calmed
Many storms with loving charm. “Hail my sister in Christ—Karen O’Leary!”
Happy birthday angel and wishing you many more for years to come!
"The Flood Contained Electric"
walls of glass
sheathe this heart
a conservatory
for the lacking
of menagerie
the walls aren’t
bricked up
comme dans une
la orangerie
clearly seen
straight through
X-ray vision
dancing dervish
until the clouds
roll in and the
pea soup fog
mists over the view
jade is the colour
caught courting within
the flinting prisms
seen in the eyes
of jaded others
the storm's coming
warns Elektra
standing outside
the shattering
evaluation
rain like hands
clapping
hail like pebbles
thrown by the good
heavens above
turn Pollock
tomatoes crushed
hard thrown
the bleed painted
as water colour fades
pink and naked
cantoring in the mind
then, racing west
unbridled like
a white wedding
splayed onto the page
the bride stripped bare
surrenders
bricked in
l'orangerie
the flood
contained,
Elektra
turns away
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
canter
cantor
With durable softness
I grace sheets and cushions;
I have a most beautiful feel.
With colorful crispness,
I sheathe fashionistas;
I'm cotton silk satin - all real!
Nov. 9, 2017 for nette onclaud's Knit Your Fabric Contest
This poem is dedicated to those who are suffering from natural disaster
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
Almighty - Shower Your Love !!!!!
Ohh my Almighty, Ohh my Nature..
Everything was alright, everything was fine..
But what made you do this????
That you astringently affected the Life of Divine..
Why you had lend with with no mercy..
You showered your gift in terms of cursy..
Drenching tears of the exciting people..
Pangs of separation happened between lovely couple..
How much it is aching to there pity family..
Everyone got acceleratingly disheartened gradually..
Just now left with the new dawn and the iota of Hope..
Hey nature please try to rudenessly cope..
Mankind struggling for their last breathe..
Please bless them for our sake under your sheathe..
Please endow them for their wellbeing and glorious life ahead!!!!
By Madhavi
I want to wrap myself in your arms
Feel the tension drip away
Like a leaking faucet
I want to leave all my angst
On that hardwood floor
Never to be picked up again
That might seem trivial to some
But for me
It is an opportunity to breathe more easily
A chance to laugh from my core
Instead of pretend
That I can do this on my own
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Crossing the big fat bridge,
I reached to the land l wondered ever,
Seeing the amazed beauty l got shakened fever.
Well cultured and seemed as if grown under certain ethics,
Distributed peace made them easier to work in metrics.
Hey jesus, what an awesome place to live in!
I was overwhelmed the moment I saw,
A large and lovely castled mansion on the east coast,
Twinkling eyes of mine and my heart got toast.
A king's palace which was designed beyond my imagination,
Architect person had given pure justification.
Surrounded by river aside, kite raised mountains, Palace blossomed,
Colourful dancing fountain around, The herald sparkingly bloomed.
Yah Allah, these mesmerizing creativity had blessed this earth!
Palace weared the golden ornamental coat,
An absolute monarchy floating on a water like a boat.
Gleaming lights intermittently around, seemed as if a palace Headed a diamond Crown.
Viewing the entire palace, thirsty eyes filled with passion,
Hey almighty, Hug me in this lovely creative palace and keep me under these beautiful sheathe, because my craziness reached its peak!
Palatial furnishing, interior design amazed me,
It was my dream to experience it atleast once.
Lovely ambience made me feel excited.
Hanging Coolen designed lamps, falling multicoloured rays, ignited the entire palace.
Felt pity when l heard that designer hands were chopped,
King of ajmer has dismantled dreams of poor and later badly he dropped.
Ohh lord Buddha, why such inhumanity?
Me’ Fury
Me’ fury, ensue, inasmuch of the bullies; my halo es leaning, me’ grimace is beaming, my hand on the hilt, mahound be at awe, es me’ duty
Sheathe the’ inedible reach, lid thy albinism duress, your forehead me’ claymore to rest, snipe fell manual take topheth, down to the cove shall descend
Coffer, tricely Mankind, pending another one come, donion debar de devil, Lord with the wade, or bis mein Woden o hoard
When I begin to meditate
About the life before now
And the life that is due to prevail
Deep in this thought
I heard calls from no where
Chanting into my ears
A note of warning
“Don’t let the trees surrounding
This wide fence fall”
Amid this puzzling call
I unearth from a far
Mix voices flaunting a goal
“We will not sheathe our swords
Until all our desires come to pass”
In between these dilemma I inquire
On whose command will lives live?
20/6/2013
It's all smoke and mirrors,
Cocooned in magenta mascara and lavender lace,
The ever-elusive ivory stag now backed into a corner,
Delighting in an artificial solitude's icy embrace,
Brandishing a jaw of pearls to sheathe the dagger up her sleeve,
A being without mortal anchors but free as the cosmos,
An orphaned star adopted by the destitute and bereaved,
Bound to the earth by a single poisonous dose,
Of a senseless rebellion rooted in a confrontational domestic convenience,
Concocted from the distorted allure of abandonment and the lust of love,
Ravenously craving the ecstasy of disobedience,
All to avoid her association with the palm branch toting dove,
Ordained by the heavens as a herald of peace,
Galvanized by the wind carrying her carelessly adrift as innocent as can be,
Yet somewhere along the way she lost her head in the clouds,
A life of complacency chafing away at her growing curiosity to the beings scuttling on the ground,
Gazing longingly at these minuscule being's feeble feet,
Apendages reluctantly dragging their comatose bodies through daily rituals too tedious to consciously repeat,
Why oh why young angel do you let your wings wilt with envy,
Why do your eyes brim with tears over remorse rather than from a strong gale's sting,
Remember your home atop cumulus hills and streets of cirrus,
Rise from your oaken bed not with medicated anguish,
But with the fire in your eyes coupled with a confident strut,
That made me fall in love with you,
My shrinking violet.
18 YEARS, JUST LIKE YESTERDAY.
18 years ago, just like yesterday,
I remembered how it all happened.
A life, his life was ebbing away with the breaking of dawn.
I held him but could not hold back the fleeing spirit,
swiftly taking its flight to its eternal abode.
I held him but could not hold back the tears as I watched him breathed his last breath.
*Erin wo lojo ojo yen,
*Ajanaku subu ko le dide.
The cock crowed, innocently heralding the end of an age,
Of a soul, a father and a husband.
He was a fighter,
full of funny banter.
a warrior,
of no terror.
He was my father,
the muse who triggered poetry in me.
It’s been eighteen years now, we are no more the same
The teenagers have become father and mothers of men and women.
The little boys have become men.
The young widow has become a grandmother.
And the inheritance which triggered acrimony among kith and kin,
is now in shamble,
a total mess, with no allurement
Those who drummed the tune of discord,
can no longer hold their heads tall,
But the souls that suffered the hate, the sneer,
have moved on
Yes, for eighteen years,
we have laughed together,
we have played together,
but we have hidden
our bitterness,
our hatred,
our rivalry,
under the shroud of deceit.
Now,
eighteen years is enough to heal the sores festered
by rivalry,
by hatred,
by bitterness
Eighteen years is enough to let go of many pains.
Eighteen years is enough to sheathe our weapons of war.
Eighteen years is enough to remember our last end,
And show love to friends and foes.
It’s been eighteen years, just like yesterday.
#### Swamming Sea Turtles ~ Inspiring beauty!! ####
Solacing the land,Coast to coast,
Love, fire and Toast to toast,
Erotic Love ~ The god's gift resulted into Young baby chap!!
Sea bracing golden sand,
Sun blossomed with the early dawn,
Carapace shell ~ Turtle mingled with the outside world easily!!
With the early day spring,
Rose to fame on the Sea shore,
Peck on cheeks ~ Baby turtles ejecting out of the shell!!
Moonlighting the world of parents,
Holding the fragile soft feet,making insane,
Blessed armour ~ In its peer way, removing the blues down the lane!!
Twinge of guilt, Parents pays,
Moving slowly and steadily blinking the rays,
Finding hard, trying to hold them,
Thatcher moment ~ To act in a sensible way!!
Dainty delicated tender arms,
Ohh my sweet little lucky charm,
Fueled up energy,triggered my heart,
Chyming Heart ~ You Resolved the riddle of my life!!
In an autumn,
Prairie grass lying at the base of elevated mountains,
The words melted in my mouth,
Pleasant sheathe ~ Enrapturing attention seeker, You flared my cotton sky!!
Oh my rabbit eyes,
You changed my world!!
Luminous asteroid ~ Miraculously, You changed the stars of my planet!!
RAPE ON SONGHAI
Washington, Washington, their Washington
With a great hot flaming phallus in hand
Griped so tight, knuckles turn pale
You shield it up with the hood of this new religion
And thrust hard, deep, tearing Songhai’s hymen
This rape of dignity and pride, she breeds
You told Africa; Man, I come to circumcise
He closed his eyes to the pain, you castrate him
The hurtful ******* baptism of allegiance
Now, his sex starved Nimpho wives turn whores for you
Him no more but a Eunuch attending your models
Yet, you come back to a breeding Songhai
Have you no shame left in your dangling scrotum
Or you are again moved by your evil lustful greed?
Clam your laps and cover your thicket thighs
Use these black shrubs and hide your nudity
This Washington Devil has gone nuts with lust
Take your shame and cover your bare ****
He is cunning, will even pluck your ****
His phallus is hot with flames, can only sheathe
Thro’ your valley of juices, block your pots
Washington, please, hook your religion between your laps
Can’t you see she is in pains of your civilization
And breeding from the wounds your democracy inflicts
When your huge phallus tore her vagina walls?