Best Swords Poems

I write of two-edged swords (that tired clichè)
as though this modern boy knew hilt from blade;
as if I had been taught of true swordplay,
not learned from movies Errol Flynn had made.
But plainly put, things work more than one way:
the lake that offers joy can also...

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Back in the eighteenth century, the swords of the Polish Legion Supporting Lombardy were inscribed with an Italian phrase, translated as
Free people are brothers


 We defend ourselves righteously.

And thus, free people are brothers.

Whether we fight on land or sea,

We defend ourselves righteously.

God, therefore, our support will...

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 I guess I’ll cry~
  a million origami stars,
watch them form 
an endless sea of unwritten poems,
of how, once upon a sunrise,
you broke my igloo heart,
 left me bleeding 
          rustic rhymes,
oblivious to the moon...

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Escape into your heart;
Where your mind can't be found;
Flee into the fleeting muscles, pumping iron;
Flow within the vessels that inhabit dew;
Liquids of scarlet drops of quarrel;
Flee from out your head;
Those hurt full pangs you dread;
Sacrifice those killing scene;
Vanquish thoughts of unpleasantness;
Words hurt more than metal,...

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When foreign breath emits oppressive reek
That wilts resplendent petals lilies grow,
And salts the pureness found in Freedom’s creek
Which runs where only thoughts enlightened know;
When threats arise against our liberty,
Be they by force or more clandestine made,
Since any strike upon the cherry tree
Exposes flesh withheld from...

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The Swords Speak – Assasins Brotherhood

Legend says
That a killers brotherhood existed
During high Middle Ages
Fighting for people’s freedom

They were called assassins
They were persecuted and killed
They had a motto to fight for
“Nothing is true -
Everything is permitted”

Their swords speak of freedom
They had it Inscribed on their blades
“We...

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While Excalibur's sword inscription
was of the sovereign Kings prediction
the majority of gentry believed its merely fiction

Whereas the Italian phrased Sword that Spoke
Instilled a diction purposely meant to provoke
for it bore the words that united all the folk

        "Free...

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Swords speak brittle metal thrusts
 singing a song in the wind by touch and lost trust;
blade upon blade clanging the swish of empty points
 deeply cut for glory and honor now disjoint.

The sword speaks forged in metallic shields
  shaped and tapered to steeled pricking...

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*This poem was entered on 2/1/17 but mysteriously disappeared.

The swords that speak in these bitter times
are the ones that draw blood with their nibs.
Commands written and signatures scrawled
take hefty tolls at the edge of sodden graves.

We will not be enslaved by the egos of men
who...

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Swords of freedom
 
Ten old broken swords
Now hang off grandpa’s wall
Their origins lost in legends and myths
From his great grandpa’s times
 
Our folklore abounds with tales
Of victories of our heroes past
Of our ancestral men of great valour
Their price, the fulcrum of our freedom
 
Of wielders born invincible
When enemy...

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“Swords in My Hands”



War paths fade
when she says 
Play Misty for Me

It’s so very easy
hold two swords
drop the Ball and glass slippers

The smile is full freedom
he says, do it again
Victory dance and mean it

Taken in this moment
one sword 
cuts the zumanity ropes

some strange romance;
he says,...

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Let Our Swords Clash!

I found that life in my world is like fencing!
Tell me, World! 
What’s on the line?
Does the loser give in?
Ready or not? Let’s begin!

For all these years I finally realise,
It was me and the world
Joints now petrified
And my mind, bind to never...

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Swords clash and ignite the fire within 
Fighters draw and strike again.
Draw! Strike! Draw again! 
Strike him until he’s subdued! 
Broken, bloody, torn and bruised.
Strike again, angry words this time fall
Forget the brotherhood and ties, uniting them all.
Victory is within his grasp 
he can hear...

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Shield Maiden

I have dreamed of the battle;
And truly I have heard,
The ring of sword upon sword;
And tasted blood between my teeth.

I have met the enemy head on;
And vanquished him.
But not before his blows;
Knocked me time and time again, to my knees.

I have defended hearth and...

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