Sharpening Poems - Poems about Sharpening

...Some hand you smiles dipped in napalm, Then turn to poison the second you drop your guard. Humans, Moral plastic caught in flame, Deals of décor, rotting behind the facade. Draw your lines, don’t......

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...I have seen falling stars in the eyes of shadows, dancing on the dark sky of unspoken words. I have stood in ballrooms filled with sculpted smiles, hiding glass daggers in velvet pockets. I have ......

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...Life, in its cruelest joke, gives us only enough time to discover ourselves, we toil through the years of uncertainty, forging identities like soul blacksmiths, sharpening our talents, enduring bet......

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...Once more, I am thinking about writing - coils are uncoiling, snakes study the intricate anatomy of legs and next steps. My audience of one must be propped up as if yet still alive, geriatric......

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...My Dear Son, It’s March I can already hear you— small feet like birds’ wings fluttering through the air skipping, hopping, laughing chasing me chasing you your laughter— a ch......

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...No out A man coming home from work saw a shadow a figure leaning against a dead olive polishing his hoofs and sharpening his scythe. The man said no, you are too young to harvest he then t......

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...Whittling the point paring it down cutting the volume honing the sound Sharpening each line words drop and fall meaning to thunder — lightning recalled (Dreamsleep: February, 2025) ......

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...There is no denying the power of love. It is a splendid teacher Quite adept at instructing us In ways that completely alter our character, And telling us how to be what we never were, Or never e......

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...The Leaves are Hushed Alone she stares through a skylight playing I spy with the sky, creating fantastical creatures out of skimming, brimming clouds. Suddenly a shadow swiftly smears a w......

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...Competition ... what keeps us alive Sharpening our edges fueling our drive Setting new benchmarks pushing the bar Forever defining — just who we are (Dreamsleep: December, 2024) ......

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... Satanic trip!... I’m sat here wonderin’ why my thoughts align, With the dark, like Satan’s mind. Is it fate or just a sign, That my brain’s like his, And on a twisted grind? Darkness cre......

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...Sometimes, in the mornings, The morning crows don’t sing— Perched and preaching by a loblolly. Breathe in this metanoia, We all live for it. And if the morning crows never reverenced, Sitting......

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...I waited so long to be saved But a savior never came No Superman to save me From the edge of the cliff So I picked myself up Nursed my wounds Fixed my clothes And now I'm overlooking A raging......

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...Just like season People come and go With their own reasons For their own benefits Breaking or making you Time unveil it all. Some reminisce Others resent Many splatter tears Some tear......

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...{Poet’s Note : I wrote this poem for the passing of my very dear friend & comrade, Cecyl Esau, Umkhonto we Sizwe Commander in 2021, as a contribution to his memorial service. Cecyl was given a full P......

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