Sharpest Poems - Poems about Sharpest

Welcome friends, I know you will be most excited with tonight's special guest that we have invited. So, let's give a round of applause and a cheer. Punctuation's star, Exclamation Point, is here.    Welcome.  It's good to see you, Exclamation Point. Yes!  Let's do it, Johnny!  I just got out of the joint! My goodness, I was going to say, you're looking...

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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...

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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