Coldest mountains, sharpest peaks
Lonely, quiet there does lie
A better end it still seeks
Body under light blue sky
Its corpse has flown far and wide
Glassy eyes and foggy skin
Tumbling through river tide
None are there, no next of kin
The valley has mountain walls
Forever trapped, a ravine
So far down, echoing calls
None can hear his shadow scream
Water cold, it runs solid
Spirit wanders far away
Body kept almost flawless
Tired corpse is here to stay
Freezing water so no decay
Slowly comes the summer melt
Maggots gnaw his hope away
Hardened face begins to welt
Winters coming fast again
Who he was, none can tell
Here a hiker now and then
Body, now, just a symbol
Only few pay respects
Helping others escape his fate
Tourists, with different dialects
Though for him it’s much too late
Till this day the cold has trapped
Valley, his coffin he’s made
In a mountain, quite unmapped
A man, but only half decayed
Categories:
sharpest, adventure, change, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme
Sharp.
Cutting. Ouch!
Sharp writing, revered.
Sharpshooter. Wow!
Sharp-sighted. Flight cleared.
Sharp-tailed grouse.
Sharp-eyed mouse.
Sharp-witted, admired.
Sharp-tongue makes me tired.
Sharp-cut, defined.
Sharpish,
Sharpie
Sharp!
Categories:
sharpest, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse
I try to fight it,
But it comes in my sleep,
This pain is a stand up bit,
The people laugh; while i weep.
Their words have been transformed,
From praise to "pray for better days",
See; now my dreams are burned,
In oh so many ways.
How can I compete,
With those who live this life,
I am simply a child sulking in defeat,
While they go home to their child and wife.
This writing is my my savior,
My higher power,
Leading me to become happier,
Every hour.
So what is sharper,
Than any blade that has ever cut?
These words hurled by a stranger,
Someone with nothing better than to set,
Dreams to burn and turn passion to anger.
They can cut your soul,
Turn your thoughts against you,
So avoid dipping into their malevolent pool,
Reflect on love over hate and you can find happiness too.
Categories:
sharpest, anti bullying, dark, depression,
Form: Rhyme
The blacked out world mutes loves counterpart
Silence is now the sharpest dagger to the heart
You hang on bated breath for a single word
The peace of sound will not be stirred
You can't keep calm surrounded by the lull
The speechless stare has left you dull
The stillness way has struck a nerve
Standing alone tall in there reserve
The secret world they will now not share
They leave your black heart to die on dead air
The blacked out world mutes loves counterpart
Silence is now the sharpest dagger to the heart
Categories:
sharpest, loss,
Form: Rhyme
What life has to do with unpreventable death,
if all I do is live without scope or time...
not being the least aware of loss of breath?
These years are lived with remorseful treason,
being afraid of losing my battle...
while fate scorns me with constant derision!
Who lived an existence of tormenting thoughts,
bearing pain without emitting a single moan,
and hiding them well behind false pretensions?
All I have left is this faith glowing in the shadows of winter...
it diverges any wind that might put it out with a strong blow,
but determined to keep it burning: neither I fret nor shiver!
Angry fate, cast no stones...my end must come abruptly;
strike me with the sharpest spear and spare me agony.
Categories:
sharpest, death, fear, life, pain,
Form: Terza Rima
The uncertainty of Winter
with its monochromatic norm.
The leery loss of color
the painful loss of warmth.
The sharpened edge of white
the transparency of cutting ice,
the indeterminate length of night
leaves man to his own device.
Even the occasional shimmer
of sunshine lends only harsh relief
though death will end life’s cycle
rebirth will soon end grief.
Categories:
sharpest, allegory, faith, hope, inspirational,
Form: Quatrain