Sharpening Poems - Poems about Sharpening

...cat claw marks on a tree long deep angry looking gouges a huge animal, possibly a leopard, tiger or lion I envision this beast sharpening her enormous claws maybe a velvety black puma with yell......

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...They called it short gratification— but I lost my soul in the trade. A moment’s pleasure, for a lifetime of emptiness, a spark that consumed the temple I once was. O Woman, your body is not ......

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...Your name leaves a bruise on my lips, like a ghost that lingers, life to strip, with eyes that threaten as they smile and a voice that cuts, low and vile. My heart cries out in silence dark, whi......

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...In all the books of history written with ink of blood and dried tears, There is no war that was not hatched in the shadow of palaces of power, Governments alone, like birds of prey sharpening their......

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...Britain Why did they fight for our freedom of speech? when we as a nation are afraid to speak Led by a government that’s corrupt and weak the future for our children looks dark and bleak. ......

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...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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