Hilt Poems - Poems about Hilt

...Figurative paralysis laid waste body electric of mine This is Spinal tap bamboozling, binding, bleeding, bombing... ripped from every dog eared and book marked page recounting latest ill fat......Read More

...You started as a flood Past midnight Unexpected, Strong-willed and eager To make an appearance At 32 weeks A bagful of emotions I clumsily threw together the hospital bag, Uncertain. The ......Read More

...It Saw Me Through Such Dastardly Purblind Eyes It saw me through such dastardly purblind eyes Up there overhead with silent anger What a truly ghastly, dangerous beast On a morn with dazzling t......Read More

... The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions. By Leonardo da Vinci. In a chasm of hate, shards descend, Crystallized thoughts; th......Read More

...Poetic paean to papa's princess Otherwise titled: Mien wonderful wedded divine wife...., whose piercing deliverance, a balm ameliorating tattooed strife despite being dirt poor, (especially......Read More

...Pronoun? A pronoun no longer describes all How you are born doesn’t count A misguided child, backed to the hilt A young soul, changed on a whim Acted upon by those paid to protect Savagely pr......Read More

...A Look Inward At Darkness In The Mortal Soul Strange now rests overburdened seas and hapless stars Undiscovered jungle villages that think all earth is flat Those that slow walk total blindness ......Read More

... i got a ghostly mostly moist handful of you i got a mind that's top heavy with you it spills over with you leaks you I pant like a Parisian poodle for you my baggy saggy heart is packed t......Read More

...O' lover, I Beg You Give A Reply O' love this simple truth I now shall pen! My wounded heart will bleed it out in ink Our love was beautiful and 'twas no sin Being without you now is all I thin......Read More

... The child of a certain perception, Among your kinfolks poor reception, You just can’t endure irritation: It could make you leave your own nation, White men’s world declare your new station, F......Read More

...to avenge wanting revenge every fight not the hilt fighting holding the blade of sword it's such a fight.......Read More

...The swordsman stood with pride and grace, A glint of steel upon his face, His sword, the finest ever made, A thing of beauty, none could evade. The blade, so sharp, it cut the air, A sight to ......Read More

...Dark halls filled with listless flame casting shadows upon walls for souls with no names. Fury cried upon faithless wings spread wide with tips dipped in blood spilled by blade bore of......Read More

...I was in my sins being seemingly without hope and saving But God the Father granted me His son Jesus endless mercies grace Now I am clean completely copiously more or less quite perfectly ......Read More

...What does a Scotsman wear under his kilt? Is it Fruit of the Loom? Is it nuthin'? When it's cold does he cover himself with a quilt? How much good Gaelic blood has been spilt 'cause he buried hi......Read More