Best Sheathing Poems

Flickering in the night, a melting’s texture of regrets afterglow,
Candlelight’s waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth,
Yet in the black and white photo album of the timeless, it is a
Pressed flower of remembrance, never to be forgotten,
In the days of wine and roses.

As champion...

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I grew up in rows of houses ending in graveyards,
where six feet of dirt covered
the mound of my existence
and failure arched every single doorway.

Depression draped the windows
with patterns stitched
by poverty’s unapologetic hand.

The futility of language lacing its voice
with abject grief and guilt;

Expression left to moan...

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I was a musketeer
Fighting to save a dying land
Soldier with a heart
Hate never disappeared
As greed and waste were in command
Tearing it apart
Armed with a sword of words
Choosing my battles, carefully
Fighting against the odds
Futility's absurd
Sheathing my sword only to flee
Left it up to God

I became a...

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The snake coils in the sun,
spectacles sheathing her eyes, 
trunk warming against the earth.
They say she feels nothing,
only the hiss of hunger,
the strike of instinct.
But watch—
how she lingers where the light is softest,
how she curves herself into the shape of what she trusts,
how she returns,...

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Cassius Clay


A heavy Weight Champion
  Who punched his way
    Through barriers of colour
      With blows of a kind Heart...
	
He floated like a Butterfly
   Yet, stung like a Bee
    A Heavy Weight...

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From dark walls springs 
Ball of fire,illuminating 
The deeper parts to 
uttermost parts.
Like the rising sun, re-
kindles hope.
  Radiates afar off-from 
the heart's horizon.
A wellspring from a brook-
the soul nourishes.
Sheathing sword of aging
Unravels secrets of 
longetivity.
   The elixir of life,dew 
that quenches...

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Leaking sides of a filth I abandoned

Sheathing myself to my fortress garrisoned

Waste snaking through what's left of my good will

On and off I rode away from the wasteland off the distant hill

 

Encountering the ghosts of the past whispers

Devouring my thoughts my head dazed in...

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I closed my eyes for just a few moments to take a nap.
I was dreaming about my purrty lil' feline friend, Rose.   
My sleep was disturbed by a gentle tap tap tap tap tap.    
What are these flighty little things...

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Longing looks or
furtive glances,
shuffling steps
or pony prances

Sheathing swords
and crossing lances
choices, actions
partners, dances

Living, loving
true romances,
fate and chance
or circumstances...

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She stares
open eyes, lost
white tombstone, motionless
she who loved to smile
inert she sits, sheathing her teeth

Feelings
match boxes
in a sea of sombre paper butterflies
on and under the bed
ironed, waiting
to leave again, some glorious day

She sits
a leg folded beneath her, haggard
his head on her lap
life trickling down a...

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You fall from above with your slow caress of devastation,
Sheathing the spectre of this planet in a blanket of bleach,
While you slice away at life below with your cold castration,
Hacking away with crystal daggers all that you reach.

Return to the heavens, foul Beast of the...

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With its silvery veil the moon's pallid sheen
Spectrally cloaks  and invests all the homes
Transformed into midnight mausoleums
While those who  sleep within can never  be seen

As cold as the tomb
As miserable as a morgue
As silent as the grave
As the sheathing of a sword.

The...

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Why cannot we see

The sun will shine brighter when…
     
     we appreciate shadows as a generous reflection of truth
          embrace the dazzling display of rainbow’s complement
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Of these three: faith, hope and love- let love reign.	 
And faith, as essential as one's breathing;		 
Hope must be second, for a higher plane.		 

When suffering and heartache stir the pain		 
And disappointments pierce us like teething;	 
Of these three: faith, hope and love-...

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Have you ever seen fire in zero gravity? 
  Such beauty, like liquid, it flows and flows, 
Filling all that it touches, each contour and cavity, 
  Sheathing, engulfing all as it goes. 

My love is a fire in zero gravity, 
 ...

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