Forge Poems - Poems about Forge

FORGE AHEAD Forge ahead, spines are steel anger, tragedy, treachery heal betrayal merely a step on ladders Golden Age arises, Kali Age passes fragrant oysters in Bloomsbury Blue manifesting pearls for specific rings bring garlands, soulfully sing Dark was the night facing polished daggers, fists tight Herculean shoulders held mirrors seeing shadows in hot quivers they were mere simulation games for false egoic fame Enmeshed...

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AT THE FORGE OF LIFE Somewhere in our being, Where our heart and mind meet, There is a Forge of Life. Just like the black smith, Using a hammer and anvil, Shapes useless pieces of metal into swords that have built and conquered empires, Our shapeless thoughts and emotions are transformed into weapons, Which can build or...

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In the rugged expanse of life's rough terrain, No path laid out, no guiding hand to explain. Mountains loom tall, a maze to unravel, Obstacles and messes, chaos to travel. But atop those peaks, your dreams take flight, A crown of glory gleaming in sight. Through the rocky path, your heart must wade, Trials to conquer, courage to parade. Fearless and bold, a...

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Become heat, for the forge, so that the armor you bear will shine brightly. Your soul maketh radiance unmatched, so as the sunrise does lick over the lakes. ...

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In the amalgamation of days, we forge a merciless kingdom, Telling stories of a future where fear and betrayal share a cold kiss. A land of howling blizzards, where the heart freezes to find its place, In a battle for surface, where all tread upon each other, so that no one sees anymore. Thirsting for a painful progress, we...

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In the cosmic forge, where stars knead their ethos, there words were born, To be vestments for the pristine truth, obsidian fervor. They interlaced, shining fiery like a swarm of fireflies in the twilight of withered memory. Ruler over glacial silence, the word, a conjurer of shadow-dappled void. Scribes and harpists of the great audience, from ancient times, forged...

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Pour with will your molten soul On lyric molds that is your art Every beat of hammers bold To shape, imbue, impart Rhymes ring true in that honest forge Your heart...

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Schuylkill Valley Encampment, February, 1778 Dearest Beloved, This letter, penned with nature still enwrapped in winter’s shawl, Might reach your hands by April, should it reach your hands at all. Your parcel came this morning, now I take the time tonight, Before I sleep, to correspond with you by candlelight. Our troops look less an army than a ragged band of...

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“I’m gonna…i’m gonna lose it…” — by the Poet THE LONELY FORGE who are the brave, those who begin again and again— their muscles engage like a sputtering automobile. small hills, like a mountain climb. no one cheers them on in their insanity. the lonely...

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I write upon our history, pen smeared in blood Human legacy, wars enduring shame Brushed aside indelible ink Readily forgotten The pregnancy pain, bonny baby took away Scar tissue, for the time being hidden Behind basic instinct, survival is driven Truth brings denial, all set for replay Hollowed out, our core is rotten Feigning amnesia stinks Unholy absolution, washes away...

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Now I cannot lie. We fought our battle. The fight was lost, but still our war rages. I have seen the hot crimson blood that’ll Mark the clipped youth of our fallens’ ages. I see this death, yet we must continue. Our kingdom cries for us, for their safety. Our divine Queen knows you have it in you. We fight in the...

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The Forge by Michael R. Burch To at last be indestructible, a poem must first glow, almost flammable, upon a thing inert, as gray, as dull as stone, then bend this way and that, and slowly cool at arms-length, something irreducible drawn out with caution, toughened in a pool of water so contrary just a hiss escapes it—water instantly a mist. It writhes,...

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Shine a light on that dark thought Cast the iron of self into the fires Find a way through hallowed mountains Thunders roar my iron self Hammered Burning ember as sparks fly Forged from the earth and it's elements Cooled steam as I'm submerged in water Emerge from misted seas Breath again A sword is born A spirit is harnessed Focused Balanced The walk into stillness Calmness of the...

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Would you dare forge a sword of gold for war When better yet is gold when it shines elsewhere? Would ever you hold selfishly a star When gentle is the kiss of candle fair? Would brilliant diamond dream of nothing more Than dismal darkness and so distant caves? And would falcons, larks, so high they can soar, Damn their own wings...

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Lunar radiance this small hour June fifteenth thousand and nineteen (very early morning errand to fuel 2009 Hyundai Sonata) at Zieglerville, Pennsylvania Wawa found gaze tugged toward infinite celestial vault luminous neon phosphorescent quintessentially, punctually, outlandishly... radiating, scintillating, treasuring untold vast wonderment since time immemorial tremendous headlong rush remembrance many moons ago guiding yours truly along beribboned multi use path said bright discobolus lunar object casting rooted silhouettes courtesy Gaia illuminating terrestrial dark shadows ambling,...

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