Best Unsheathe Poems

The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.

Exiled by the hypocrisy of...

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Longing in lowly light of longer days
by which a summer wilts paternal dreams
and browns the loitered heaves of yellow spring:

the budding void that stamps an empty swing
seen swaying golden locks ungated beams
my own Begotten streamed in greener dawn
where fussy forums for an April fawn

allay no...

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A sword of the heavens did glean

From railings and arbors 
of dead thorn and bramble,
where ghostly reminders remain

Fall droplets of blood ‘pon
a crimson embroider
 left carelessly out in the rain

Our story begins
in a deep mountain valley,
a village so peaceful and free

When one day the darkness
did...

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like a grumpy ogre the twisted old tree stood guard
notched scraggy boughs reached out in fierce surety
naught had ever compromised its task
in its dutiable charge

the primeval stone held fast the blade
proud and righteous Caliburn
its hilt pointed to the stars
the enchanted issue of Merlin's resolve

and steadfast...

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"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"



Guns ...

are for p*ssies
you know, short for 
pussilanimous plural

Words …

are sharper 
more cutting
more lethal 

clean 
concise 
quill slicing the lucid flow

you can taste the blood
as you turn them 
twist them further in 

with valour 
war cry bitten 
you drive...

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Dishonorable Tao pen,
your fealty strokes 
are guided by 
shogun lust for the yen

Quill treachery 
blot your avarice ambition
Devious calligraphy
be the torn loyalty decision

Vain kimono pride
is bushido vow laid aside
Naked truth disrobed — 
Coin motive 
ain’t unsheathe noble

Ink ronin,
got no master to gallantly serve or valor...

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I found a poem
I took it home
It wasn’t mine
                         ……I knew.

But then again on reading it
I knew it wasn’t through
For something...

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"Sticks and stones may break our bones,
But like new, they'll mend and heal.
Words can break our hearts and spirits,
Leaving wounds beyond repeal."

Remember, use some thought and care
Before thy swords unsheathe;
Review thy weapons carefully
Before you thrust, bequeath.

Words can so elate us,
Bring joys without measure,
Cradling us in...

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Thoughts shattered are 
memories fading
Nostalgic is the feeling
Yet they hold us back 
There's an emptiness that 
becomes nothingness
silent yet loud it overwhelms

Breathe in then Breathe out
Let the air feed your 
soul and mind
Allow life's breath to 
fill your empty lungs 
once again let a new...

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Breaking down in the heart and mind.
With all regrets that are truly not kind.
Shocked at people are, so painful to see.
Abused with hated and ecstasy.
Violated and directed with torments
Lost of words or comments.
Hatred gushing out of life long experience.
Reminding yourself to become absence.
Coward and scared...

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As I walk this earth 
Bare and broken
Blood soaked and driven
My soul in supernova
My mind, frenzied.

My body bruised
My sword well used
Nostalgic, 
Breathing in fresh paint 
From beaten bodies and torn souls 

Sudden movement
A quivering soul
A careless action
My attention
To hold. 

A smile drapes
Bearing into my soul
The...

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IT MATTERS NOT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



It matters not the price , I shall not cut and run
I will muster up the strength til the battle done
Unsheathe my sword, toil; til the conflict won
Should I perish before the victory is reached
I pray others will rise and fill...

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Imagine for one moment
That nothing could go wrong
Everything so perfect
Family ties so strong

That’s when it shreds you
From inwards way out
Happiness is your weakness
Doom will find you, no doubt

It will outcast your loved ones
As quick as a “how are ya, hi”
Strike, their out, so quickly
You don’t...

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Am i clutching at cobwebs in the rain? 
Have i held on for too long?
Is this my very own Kubla khan conjured out of the depths of my faith? 
Or perhaps a promise born to be broken after so many years of solace?
So many questions...

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I really am sorry
That for all those nights
Spent dreaming of skies starry
I hid from your lights
Silently screaming in the dark
Unable to breathe 
A stroll through Hell’s park
The knife I unsheathe
But if you don’t know
The guilt I suffer
In my heart is woe
While each day is rougher
Oh,...

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