Best Spear Poems

aim true
don’t shake
spear the beast

measure for measure
this is the taming of the shrew
the tempest as you will

it feels much ado about nothing
as if it is the comedy of errors
now on the twelfth night of the feast of hades

love’s labour lost as you like it
this the...

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As the Nordic gods all gathered around
for there is a treasure that I have found
The Celtic gods all came as well
To listen to what I had to tell

For the Fenris Wolf has been unleashed
no one shall save Odin from this beast
Both the gods of Aesir...

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rising spear of light
splits the heart of a closed sky
out tumble the stars...

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Deep breath
Then a shallow one
What's that now?
Another shallow one?
And another
OK, there is a deep one now
And now a shallow

And there is no rhythm to it
There is no fixed interval
The breathing is like a ship in rough seas
Tossed and pushed around
Randomly by inconsistent waves

I know little...

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It was late night in the Jazz bar in downtown Aalter. I was sitting at a table by the staircase, looking at the lovely-looking barmaid from time to time. The bar was luminous and vibrant, and surrounded by the darkness of night. Protected from the...

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Billy shaking his spear
A feather bleeding black
On a white white sheet
A calligraphic concerto.
To make us laugh
To make us cry
To make us think
To make us sigh.
Then the spear is blooded again
In a pot flesh-filled with ink.
So a feather bleeds black on a white white sheet
As Billy...

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A lady who had the King's ear
Believed she had nothing to fear
But without his heart
It all fell apart
'til she swung from the chandelier...

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I Don’t Want Your Soaked Sponge On A Spear

You showed promise at your place of employment
So they presented you with a promotion
You are so proud to be in a position of power
Not to mention the paid vacation
And presidential parking spot
That was part of the package
You...

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What life has to do with unpreventable death,
if all I do is live without scope or time...
not being the least aware of loss of breath?


These years are lived with remorseful treason, 
being afraid of losing my battle... 
while fate scorns me with constant derision!


Who lived...

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"True, I talk of dreams and things to be
That bemete nothing but vain fantasy
Because they lie in the child of an idled man
And yet you choose not to understand."

In all my pain and distress
Broken hearted still trying my best
I've been battered and tossed
Suffered from stiffened...

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From infancy I was raised to be somebody
To withstand life threatening challenges
Illiteracy, supremacy and poverty 
A blunt spear you me to die in life’s battle field

A spear in a man’s hand lacking skill is futile.
A spear tossed aimlessly is futile
A spear will never be honed...

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Men grabbing spears,

feet squelching in the mud,

people whispering,

spears entering the deer,

red blood pouring,

deer dying,

peoples' bellies filling.

By Lewis....

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Ah, Jake, my words give fancy
to inquire if thou dost agree,
that the sum of poets 
in the humore of worlds
give glint to the eye of thee

'Tis true, 
'all the world is a stage'
that you have with deft implied,
If all the world were humorists
we would smile...

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Treacherous, life at the tip of the spear.
       Intrepid soldiers on the battlefield
 exchanging fierce friendly-fire without fear.
 They'd rather sacrifice their lives than yield.
They're willing to use themselves as a shield
  when in harm's way at the...

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The Soul Errand
To Sir Walter Raleigh Tomb.

Since my soul shall though go
Upon a thankless arrent too
I fear not to touch the best so
The truth shall be my warrant through 
I went since I need must die 
To gave the world the lie.

I say to the...

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