Spear Poems - Poems about Spear

I wander over hills and valleys looking for a remedy the clock is ticking fast and I don’t know how long this deals will last You keep going back and forth and you are still holding the knife at my throat, I will not surrender unless I have a good doctor to cure the disease you left at the altar. Suspicion is...

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Where Lightning and Stars Collab and the Eternal Awe Manifests and Descends through the Force Of Nature by Sheer Intellect, and the Sacred Rises and gives Form and Transcends the Ether to Step Forth, and the Great Alchemist Transcends and Illuminates and the Sacrosanct Scepter Emanates, Radiating in Eminence with Exuberant Luminance The Jewel...

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How did Shakespeare acquire that name, Many years ago Were his forbears cowards And is this why it's so Shakespeare is not a common name I don't think so anyway I am curious from whence it came I would like to know Spears are weapons Seldom used today In the time of Shakespeare They were, I'm sad to say Men had to fight, Be strong and brave Kill or...

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Right now in Nigeria People reject The Rear Or just say The Rear fear And warn their Treasured Dear Never to The Rear near... No Fine Hats; Plain Head Gear Instead of Good Gun, Spear Meeting Familiar Beer, Where only Paupers cheer… Right now in Nigeria Love begins with A Leer For Enrichment A Seer… Right now in Nigeria Spirit - Swarmed Fearsome Ria And Bandits that...

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Waste, splash them, snatch their lives away. Let the Abraham's or the fly boys loose. You don't run, you’re in love. It keeps you at your mates side, under fire, while he bleeds out. Back home, don't let them know about the blood rage. They won’t understand how you had to take everything from them, the need to p..s on their God. Then come home,...

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A man collected a dime To commit a crime; The wildest cheer After lifting his spear; A decided thrust On a flesh asking for eleventh-hour trust But surely heading for the dust Where iron and steel also rust. Execution, now enjoying a mime, On the victim’s nostrils a filmy slime; Off and on receiving a ghastly tear, Here and there an agonizing sear. Murderer keeps looking at...

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A lady who had the King's ear Believed she had nothing to fear But without his heart It all fell apart 'til she swung from the chandelier...

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The coming out of the shadows An embark of the journey Puts a spin on the entire universe An anticipation is no longer necessary As the facts are on the table Spread, spread your wings Fly as high as you can, fly above Reach as much as you can, reach the sky Conquer as much as you can, conquer that dream Be thankful as...

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Coming together of things That were meant to be It is a miracle Embrace the surprises That will leave speechless on the mouth When a sand meets the water It is a formation of the sea Nature at its best When soil produces trees It conceives a forest These are the wonders A reason behind Coming of the unknown That was to be expected It is a mouthful Indulge the...

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An army of lions… led by a lamb An army of sheep… led by a lion The fangs out in front first bite is the deepest A wound more than fatal —destruction sublime (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)...

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Treacherous, life at the tip of the spear. Intrepid soldiers on the battlefield exchanging fierce friendly-fire without fear. They'd rather sacrifice their lives than yield. They're willing to use themselves as a shield when in harm's way at the very front lines. Courageous, no soldier on...

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J-ust let March one come, O-pening the warm Wednesday; S-un has begun to rise, E-rasing the dark and gray. P-ouring rain and chill have vanished into the blue. H-aze, mist, and fog are all nowhere in view. A-llow the beacon to shine, N-ight turns into a day; G-ray clouds don't gather, U-nderneath the skyway. L-et the spiritual war begin,...

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There once was a ghost who loved the post He enjoyed the thrill of the periodicals fill Turning each page of the paper Geared to those who picked up an honest wage as waiters. There were all these incredible tales Using sources that were impossible to fail. Flipping through the headlines He looked for a...

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By the pricking of her buns Something wicked this way comes Of course its Willy Just acting silly No one needed to twist his thumbs!...

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Here we lay etched upon the grass The sun rained down in broken rays Seared to smudges, fried-onion brass The colour that will haunt our days Here we stood carved into a tree Wobbly letters at the ends of a spear Driven through a heart doomed to be The lodestone of every shattered tear Here we sailed forth in a cockel-shell Round the world,...

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