Sharp Poems - Poems about Sharp

How I hate it when they call me a clown, Yet I can't help but make people laugh. It comes unbidden, needing no invitation — As though a trove of jokes is placed in my mouth. Often I try to bridle my face and talk tough, But when a flume of gloom drowns spirits deep down, Then my sense of humour...

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a sharp two-edge blade cuts too quick for pound of flesh- sly parry of wit leaves assailant floundering for razor sharp comeback slice...

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Written: July 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg Quote: "Be full of sorrow, that you may become a hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter. The core of the seen and unseen universe smiles, but remember, smiles come best from those who weep." By Rumi ...

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Razor sharp reality creates the deepest wounds. Heartbreak bleeds through the tears of the soul Blanking the mind, making life a blur While we seek to find a way to make ourselves whole. There's no such thing as convenient times. Reality will strike without warning signs. So what can we do to blunt these blades? We must find a way that is...

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H=Humour and smiles make for a happy day for everyone. U=Under hurt or pain, add humour so it will melt fast away. M=Many need a joke or two so their face can wear a smile. O=Our life is happier with lots of humour in it. U=Unless we have humour in the world, we will be sad. R=Read this again to...

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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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