Daggers Poems | Examples

Words Like Daggers

Words like daggers
Straight through my heart
Shredding my soul
Tearing apart
My dreams, in whole
But saving a piece 

A tantalizing hope
Never within the reach
Of my calloused hands
Barricading me into a room
With only my thoughts
Like shadows, they creep
Into my mind
Freezing me to stone
Never felt so blind

Pain that they wrought
Upon my ruined head
Tears of gold I weep
Over the hands that they bound
With bloody rope
I’ll finally be freed
Just to live like I’m dead

Words like daggers
Harbinger of hurt
If only they’d left me
Where I was found
Then maybe I wouldn’t
Be so badly burnt.

Daggers

Daggers I stare into the eyes of strangers
A warning to all to stay away
To seem intimidating and fiercesome
So as to prevent unwanted lust

Daggers that stab into my soul
From friends who become ghosts
Disappearing when I need them most
Their offer of help, only a mirage

Daggers killing my broken heart
The trauma and the damage that can't be undone
Forever wounded, never to heal
For time cannot heal wounds in the mind

Daggers I carry to protect myself
Along side my crystals and jewelry
For this world is evil and unforgiving
For the lonely woman that is me

Words Like Daggers

You cut me 
with your words.
Like daggers.
Pulling me down 
With your harsh words.
Not liking who i became..
And wanting to Tear me down 
Till there's nothing left.
So you can laugh 
About how better 
You are then me.

Eyes Like Daggers

a murder of crows
  steely claws, eyes like daggers ~
    and not without caws

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H/T to Ariel Collins' a murder of crows which got me thinking of this one

Perpetual Symphony of Spears and Daggers

he was like autumn
all around him 
                    slowly died

i guess i was like autumn too
but adapted to blossom
                                 embracing the moods

now
it's raining again
i foresee thunder 
rocking sunless skies
with lightening
                    dazzling duller days

heaven's tear drops plummet
like a perpetual symphony of
                                         spears and daggers

hidden wounds bleed once more
i bury my pomegranate heart 
to hibernate underneath a
                                     veil of evergreen leaves

your shadow appears
in obscurity of dreams
a reminder of regretful
stubborn bitterness or
                               maybe forgiveness

a time to move on

the dead do not speak
yet we search for answers
to questions that should
                                  have been known in life

we aim to make peace 
                                with the silence

Fear Not, My Daggers Are Plunged and Never Thrown

Fear Not, My Daggers Are Plunged And Never Thrown

When days are burnt offerings and nights jagged blades
I loose me those restraints, set words into parades.
Not a tender child, I have seen fire-burnt hearts
held a dying loved one, when her kind soul departs.
Yes, in ancient days, red-bloom fell off this dark rose
now when world fights me, I fight back- anything goes!

Tender vanities, consumed by darkened fires
entire forests are ash now, tho' thirst still inspires.
Fear not, my daggers are plunged and never thrown
that mark of courage, my bravery is well known.
Up close, so I see horror in their evil eyes
as their darkness understand what it is that dies!

When days are burnt offerings and nights jagged blades
I loose me those restraints, set words into parades.
Not a tender child, I saw fires burning hearts
held a dying loved one, when her kind soul departs.
Yes, in ancient days, red-bloom fell off this dark rose
now when world fights me, I fight back - anything goes!

Robert J . Lindley, 5-02-2018
Rhyme, ( Defiance and Soul)

Note- Poem edited, reworked from a 1975 original piece.

Metaphorical Daggers

Paroxysm of pain inflicts this pen,
tears cry poetic allusion.
When petal hearts are misunderstood,
life is full of confusion.

Distasteful thoughts set camp in my mind,
an unwelcome intrusion.
Virgin pages innocent in white,
yearn to wear this mind's effusion.

Too many deep unanswered questions,
lead to a false conclusion.
When judgement lacks honest intellect,
darkness defeats diffusion.

Sun is cautious to cast my shadow,
intolerant in inclusion.
Forever immersed in freezing rain,
victim to their collusion.

When metaphorical daggers scar,
they say it's an illusion.
Melancholic lacerations scream,
ignored by deaf delusion.

I'm bleeding, but you ignore this blood,
it's too late for a transfusion.
Silently sad soul seeks solitude,
far from sound in seclusion.

Silent One
Simple Musings
1 February 2018

Eyes Like Darts and Daggers

Eyes Like Darts and Daggers

Her eyes were like darts and daggers,
Those seeing them always staggers;
Picture did draw,
Of face we saw;
Enjoys being women who are naggers.

Jim Horn

The Ten Daggers

The  Daggers  
by Stina Lu

I spent  thousands of years
burning my flesh
Casting, hardening, forging ...
The daggers

Put one of them
on the summit of the Olympus
The holy gods feared 
and disappeared 

Pierced one in the long and narrow island 
on the margin of the Pacific Ocean
It arrogated the grace of the sun
Killing and looting in the name of its glory 

One was stabbed  
into the heart of the main land
Black blood erupted  and flew
breeding dizzy modern civilization

One flied  into the vast  heaven
My footsteps clopping heavily 
Make the moon and stars 
trembling all day and night

Two were inserted 
to  the  north and south frozen pole
The bears and emperor penguins
drifted all around with no home

The other daggers 
were used to cut the river of history 
Smash the memories into tiny pieces 
Forget all the evil things I have done

Words Are Daggers

Your words are like dagger 
Sunk deep in my heart
Though you spoke days before
But the sting is there to stay
Pain I cannot bear
Let me go hide somewhere 

These words of yours 
Are sharper then any sword 
The cut that they make
Is not to heel ever
May be I did something to earn 
Those poisonous pricks 


The words lost into the air 
Left behind a painful trail
Love got driven in a way
May be it's on backseat hidden away.
Never was I entitled to that rudeness
It won't heal in ages.

Ten Daggers

Greed , negative, stubbornness, vanity, the arrogant
Paranoid , revenge, suspicious, jealousy, the extravagant
Ten words form a cold word,
Human like hidden tongue, come out in disorder
The deep well is dark, the grinders sound, the tea house calls.
The Words are healing the wound thoroughly.

A ray of sunshine flowed through the spring
On this land. Someone has taken out the glasses
The north wind of the horseshoe, the horn called the flocks and herds
Drive the horses and the wolves to pass through there, from here
Just pull the straight bamboo pole.

The remains are turned into mud and dust.
The fire of this time ignites the old totem.
The sunken ship of the sea was surrounded by blue
The explorer picked up the handwriting of China
And the original coin, clear sea.

The weakness of the dagger is with people
The next day, when it was thrust into the distance, it was in front
Proximity, but the truth is not completely revealed.

Daggers

Within Her Eyes

Memories come fleeting again.
The daggers return lashing back.
For a moment I thought I saw you.
Within her eyes, staring, blank face.
What happened to your conscience?
No answer to the question, but is the answer,
To all the pain endured and survived.
The scroll of scars on a broken heart.
You were a thief who stole my safety.
I was your scapegoat, speaking truth.
Now able to stand as memories pass.
Gifts given to myself that you couldn’t give
Unwrapped by my soul, I am free to be me.

Heidi Sands

Words Are Daggers

Words are your daggers!
Lacerates this heart
in vicious manner.
It’s hard to forget
like a bad daydream.

Scars aren’t clear.
See me smiling,
Heart is crying
in dark corner.

Turn me down! 
Hate me much!
Say it loud!

Don’t care
still I’ll…

Fly!

Gleaming Daggers

Gleaming Daggers - Curved double bladed smile, it is the light
                                reflecting off their polished surface. 

Eyes of Mischief - Glitter as luminescent stars on a clear
                            midsummer's night. 

Exploding - A heart that bleeds strength with each firework like
                   beat. . . beat. . . beat. . . beat. 

Fluttering Hands - Touching lightly, butterfly wings, a wispy
                              brush. 

Framed Fire - In a halo of light bursting through the atmosphere
                      as if a million falling stars

Sparks Shutter - a memory becomes the future as if pride had to reinvent itself 
                           in silent searching


I found this unfinished poem in my papers, any ideas of how to continue/finish? -->Thanks to Justin for His Contribution

Less Daggers, More Swords

Though time never stills
And we have little frills,
My feelings will always endure
And though truer,
Are your words
Less daggers more swords,
Don't you think
That if I could I would sink,
Into your eyes
Pretty lies,
Every wink of your lashes
Whips to my back, and ashes
Piling up from the fires
Every time my heart aspires,
To be next to you
But the chances are few,
Sometimes because of my endeavors
Work, and what not, levers
All part of my bigger plans
For my world eternal sands,
In spite of all this
Nothing explains to me what's amiss,
Haven't I seen you flirt
Constantly with many a cohort?

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