Sharp Poems - Poems about Sharp

blurry dark evening owls short ears are very sharp she zooms in on prey...

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Beneath the river, creatures swim Hope's a sliver, their fate is grim Their fate is grim, hope's a sliver Creatures swim beneath the river An eagle's prey in talons so sharp Predators play upon the scarp Upon the scarp, predators play In talons so sharp an eagle's prey Soaring high above the...

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I look upon the world today as I have done all my life. A laugh, a smile, worry or ok, it needs to be met head-on for all its strife. Some days I’ll wake and feel the sun recharging my fading smile. Some days I’ll wake and no matter how bright the sky sorrow will darken my mind. I’ll...

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each Cobblestone makes up the road ouch from your very sharp high heel shoes...

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A stolen life. A split-second decision. Disorganised thoughts, jumbled— Tangled around an anaesthetised cortex. Clocks mockingly ticking, Ticking down inevitability, As a lone fly buzzes relentlessly around my head. Swatting at it—it returns mere moments later, Pestering, always just out of reach, Festering like a wound reopening, oozing with persistence. As the slant of the harvest moon traverses its way through splinters in the...

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I’ll slam with much more originality than that cadence you chose to copy. Who are you? Where is your voice? It’s a fixed game of multiple choice. You sound just like everyone else, a rhythm that’s played out but still sells. Left out too long the ice simply melts, you ache to forget such repetitive bells. I’ll slam...

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There is a monster inside me, with sharp teeth and claws, Gnawing at the walls of my skull, scratching deeply down my mute throat, It thrusts its hands deep between my ribs, searching for nonexistent words, I sit before the blank page, a cold slab that mocks me, A morgue drawer for all the things I cannot say. I bleed...

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Scrape away, at a life. You just weren’t given any real instructions – so, you scrape like a carpenter at grey washed walls, wanting to peel off old paint – old memories, in your head you scrap away the talk back – that little squirrel inside the trunk of your head it scrapes. You scrape and scream, you scrape and feel the muscle of...

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Words rest on my tongue, sharp and heavy, like shattered glass, aching to spill. But as they press against my lips, ready to slice their way out, a voice pulls me back: They are not worthy of your fire. And I pause. I ask myself— what’s stronger? The urge to make them bleed, or the strength to walk away and let their silence swallow them whole?...

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Every touch at the edge of the sword, Cuts through skin and cuts through words. The delicate sliver, plated on the sides, To decorate and embellish the sharp glide. As beautiful as night, Astonishing many mortal breaths. The sword can determine, life or death....

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his schnozzle was delicate, in tune, sharp, and fine he could decipher bread, cupcakes and white zin wine smelled jelly fingerprints on Las Vegas dice annoyingly, he also smelled lots of horrible mice...

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My sharp mind is working Just fine She sends me Different messages I am not young anymore But I am Young at heart The messages I get from my sharp mind I write down in my computer And I use it to write My beautiful poems...

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As we sailed the fast river of Rhône the steady sun bleached it a sparkling gold like the treasures of Caesar’s kingdom A curtain of fawn-silken tackle, shaded back the fervidly garish star scatter, and cooling flower-scented airs tickled the senses like touching down-soft silk "zhuang hong zhuang sheng" (Chinese) “Put on airs’ - Peter and I are Gatsby gilded. Why not...

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crowning the cactus, a flower blooms...

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Newshoes My shoes were falling apart I couldn’t keep them anymore So I threw them away It felt weird without shoes But I only had to deal with it for a little while not long after my new shoes came They were new and I believed them to be perfect I loved my new shoes I wore them everyday We went on so many adventures But...

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