Best Sickle Poems

Sickle moons have shone above me
In the dark of night,
Standing on the mountain edges
Writing by their light.

Fall with eagle wings of colour
Soared the starry skies,
Called its sickle moon of copper
To enchant my eyes.

Winter passed with silent footsteps
In one silent night,
left the world a stainless canvass
And...

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BETRAYAL - FICKLE DEATH'S SICKLE 


                        Life is short, death is sure,
          ...

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I was in a hurry
To weight only forty
Had no time for a drawn
out diet
So decided I would try it
Bought a sickle
Carved off my flesh
It didn't tickle,
But the blood was fresh

Got on the scale,
With my dying breath
Couldn't read the weight
Too much blood
And it was now too...

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reaper’s sickle flies…
far above battlefield cries
scorched and bleeding skies

By Robb A. Kopp...

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Old Father Time offered for sale
Used scythes Death designed to impale
The demos were free
But if you ask me
Those buyers looked woefully pale!...

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When Women Like a Sickle
Women are not from a rib or bones 
Nor curved or crooked 
You need a metaphor to understand truth 
Said a sage his name is Aristotle
Don’t straight a stick 
Or make a spoon flat 
They will be broken and become useless...

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waves of golden wheat
interspersed with red poppies
falling to sickle


first Place Winner: A Brian Strand 2 to 5 lines Contest-8/23/21
Third Place: JCB Brul- Traditional Haiku-6/5/20...

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What is it like in that moment before the end--
When the abyss stares at you through and through--
I'd think you'd not know--
For Time makes no sound when the sickle reaps


To hear the sickle reap



To hear the sickle reap
5/25/'14...

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One mystic blue night dead still, 
I’ll steal the silver full moon,
break it into sharp shards,
and stow them in the backyard 
under the shadow of the creepy cloud.

The dark devils will enter with fiend
my anguished heart beating vengeance,
hit hard by the moonless dreary darkness,
and make...

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Trumpet & the Sickle 
The scrolls were opened
Only the Lamb of God, worthy
To open the scrolls of life, light
The death Angel protecting the gates
Only a locket filled with fine sachet
Crossed upon my heart, forehead
Saved by grace,
 to record the trumpet call
This mortal body weakened 
By...

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The sickle-sharp moon slowly  slashes the smoldering sky
         that darkens purple with the aging of dusk when lights die.

At times like this our ancient hermit leaves his mountain cave
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Moon by day, a sight to behold,
Myths and legends, forever told,
Spiritual growth, transformation,
The gibbous moon is a stunning creation.

Sunrise and sunset, a time to reflect,
In the stories of the age, we must respect,
For under the sickle moonlight,
Mythical transformations bear flight.

Werewolves howl, vampires roam,
Mermaids swim, unicorns...

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You returned sooner than we expected and you were never sluggish
Same Mike we knew but these episodes kept happening
I remember one day you told us strongly that you were going to be fine
You said you had superpowers, your cells were mutated and the bad weather...

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We had dreams of being who we wanted to be
I still remember we playing around the backyard and riding bikes 
Imitating our various superheroes and everything seemed possible
Strong and happy we were and we fought through every day fiercely 
In the back of our minds...

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Could it your fancy tickle:
The fluid you need does trickle;
Legs once free like vehicles
On Stopped Feet of Manacles?

Won’t it up get one’s hackles
That one often tasks tackles
Others’ Wrists not in shackles
For what one down to buckles?

You others tag ‘The Fickle’
Fit only for the sickle;
Expo sure...

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