Short Blade Poems
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I'm a blade of grass
My whole family crowds me
No identity
I would like to find myself
The vast world a blade of grass
As I lay with this Blade in Hand,
I only Hope my Life will end,
With this Blade I take my Life,
With my Love you took my life.
Form:
SHE HOLDS THE PAIN, THE LIES, AND THE SORROW
WONDERING WHAT'S TO COME TOMORROW
SHE'S ALONE ONCE MORE
MIXED IN BORE
LOCKED AWAY IN DARKNESS
Form:
To slash and parry your blade
And into the battle you wade
Feint, strike and advance
Though you may death chance
Your foe will still say: Well played!
The limericks piled in his yard
Made mowing and maintenance hard.
The blade would get stuck
When nonsense it struck,
The handle from hyperbole jarred.
The beauty in a blade of grass is
No matter how many times
You cut it down,
It always rises again,
Growing taller than before
It never gets discouraged.
i wish for the breeze
to be stronger than the rain
to be sharper than a blade
for the roof and door
of this charge-fueled mobile
to pierce right through them
Misty clouds fill my eyes,
After you stabbed my heart,
With a blade forged in hate.
Pain oozes out like blood,
But neither red nor caked –
Yet it outlives all thought.
By Faith and By Spirit, The Blade Of Kings
Mighty and Chosen, I'm Of Elohim
Through the Valleys of Death, my Apostles Creed
The Time is Nigh, I'm Of Elijah's Seed
Be kind to the blade
from which carved out of smooth stone.
Most fear stems from safety
in which to protect.
Blade and stone; two different genders/
Work seamlessly together.
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My mind is trapped within this maze,
forced to ponder bygone days,
wasting time on what is lost,
reliving paths long since crossed,
deep remorse for choices made,
guilt becomes a lethal blade.
im gonna paint a picture,
a picture with a twist.
im gonna paint a picture,
i'll paint it on my wrist.
and if i paint this picture right,
a fountain will appear.
and then one day,
all my troubles will disapear.
Form:
Science fiction movies are mind blowing these days
Check out “Blade Runner” your brows will raise
Shows how far we've come
Since “silents” had their run
With an older Mr. Ford, this blockbuster will amaze
Your laughter haunts my lonely nights,
Memories echo in empty halls,
Each whisper stabs my aching heart,
Once we soared, now shadows fall,
A friendship lost, a love undone,
In silence, tears become my song.
With all his expertise and knowledge Man cannot create a blade of grass.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~02.21.16
A Monoku is a one-line haiku of 17 syllables with a caesaura or pause in the middle, and with little or no punctuation.
Delicate thought-streams unfold
like a crane to a flat piece of paper.
That something so exquisite
could come to life in this dead place.
Writing my lover's name with bloody fingers;
waiting for you to hone another blade for me.
…Here,
as one
with
the air
i am a
stray blade
of couch grass
dancing
in the
wind..
As
Life is,
so am I
TODAY..
jagged edge blade, made me bleed and stabbed me deep, so far in, i have quite literally changed mentally and physically, i have become a lean ground beef pack, to be used after freezing and to be used once, please dont use me whole, i-i- l'll burn!
tho thunder crash and lightning flash
i do not feel a drop
it seems so strange! these symptoms reign
and will not seem to stop
and tho this seems like grusome dreams
this is reality
i wont be stayed by zeus' blade
I'll press... because im free
The folds of arrogance loosen and spill,
Though draped upon the shade of restraint.
?
Relentless flare of crimson defiance,
Met with the cool stubbornness of blue.
?
Tomorrow tangles like wild vines,
Today wields a blade of bitter resolve.
Leaning on the edge of faith
Against my neck chance is a blade
Gripped by every mortal hand
A slash and push I will not land
Immortal beings still my fear
Sing sweet to me the ending near
My hand upon the blade of chance
Oh darling, don’t we live to dance?
On a single blade of grass,
this young grasshopper chews.
Slowly letting time pass
yet always in search for
A newer, fresher blade of grass.
Hopping from yard to yard
Still this grasshopper can't surpass,
Munching on every delicious,
New, green blade of grass.
The sharp blade rips my soul
Handled by my masterpiece
My compass in the middle of the Sahara
And the flame of my bonfire in the harsh winter
I'm an experienced soldier, I've been through this before
And the seed with decades of effort?
It was planted in a rocky soil
When city lights fade, red to kohl
Sullen this dusk rising to cajole,
Pain beckons its shades
As flickering dreams sail on flights;
To unearth memoirs that recite
Wails stabbed like a blade.
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