Swords Poems - Poems about Swords

Sponsor : Robert James Ligouri IRON MAIDEN Iron maiden was she fathered from loins of Zeus flow free ~ surrounded by swords steely three, icicle aura bounded hounded innocence thorned crowned exiled white mane this maiden iron clad sane became She ran in plain rain on grassy hill for all to see glistening glaring flaring Sekmet at her shoulder a...

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Such obstreperous obliqueness filling a guess. Blissful in my obliviscence, warm in silence. Opulent eyes obfuscate words, I feel swords. All those obsequious rewards, they mean absolutely nothing. You’re unequivocally bluffing. Filling a guess warm in silence I feel swords....

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Angels are also Warriors with Swords By Michelle Morris 13/11/2024 You think because I'm an Angel You can treat me any way you choose You think there'll be no consequences Living by your selfish, silly rules But you forget, my funny boy That Angels are also Warriors with Swords We don't just expand Love and Light We smite...

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Falling, not on my blade, but theirs, a wound that’s borrowed, never healed, a cut that’s by those I shared. I die a thousand cuts by hands, I never held, beneath a sky of broken pride, where the ghosts of others bled, but never cried....

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We live life in communities comprised of many families but for the success of the whole we select some to take control. The laws they make we all agree are essential to keep us free. The ones who our laws enforce are those who wield the civil sword. The churches in communities comprised of many families are governed by the laws of God recorded in...

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I guess I’ll cry~ a million origami stars, watch them form an endless sea of unwritten poems, of how, once upon a sunrise, you broke my igloo heart, left me bleeding rustic rhymes, oblivious to the moon that breathes within…. Sometimes there is ...

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Do We Bleed Not, In That We Love As Blades, As Roses, Time Is As Fleeting As A Dove And As The Sand Sifts The Moments Out The Hourglass And Love Finds It's Way, Just As The Blade Swinging In Inertial Mass F=m a , This The Sword Knows For Passionate Lovers, In War,...

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Turn of An Unfriendly Card (Tarot 3 of Swords) I cannot empathize with a shattered heart. That image of a fragile, breakable baby pink orb Is insulting to how I feel. The turn of an unfriendly card depicts three swords thrust into a still beating heart I feel the sliver blade of that first sword plunge hard, deep and succinctly. I gasp with the...

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If God had to write a poem Being the best divine writer Ever This poem Would have been very simple No words No swords Writing on the parchment No, this is not a sample Of his mysterious accoutrement Just blank pages For the ages. Copyright © April 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems. ...

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4 sullen swords 4 truncated tombs 4 comatose clocks 4 querulous quatrains We of the Absurd We of the Timed Out We of the Checked Out We of the Hanged our candle-like Keywords wax and wane UPRIGHT cough up the REVERSED card confined in blunted light enter the Knight of Keyboards spiritless warrior brandishing weeping sword time for The Rest ...

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O how have I suffered such great graves! I have been pierced by the swords of my kings Injected with the liquid of their corruptions They have rescinded my harmonious names They have plucked away my treasures, With every good of mine Possessed unto themselves as stern, And given them to foreign sons. For self-benefits they have sold me to them, And these Whitefaces...

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when words become swords, lies become failures, and  truths become victorious. It is  always matter of times, justice to complete some empty places, Victims of injustice to clap hands, Angels of God to blow trumpets, Saints to sing glorious rhyming songs, Peace to reign all over the places, Devil and demons to find hidden zones,...

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Time for swords by swords expired, Guns, bombs and machine guns were introduced To destroy innocent people massively. Nuclear bombs are ready to burn the planet Because of  some heartless bloody people that value their stomachs more than humanity. Poetic pen can be a miraculous bomb to neutralise the power of man - made nuclear bombs which are ready to burst on earth...

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He thought he was brave and full of wit He thought so indeed, but the grave is what he bit The sword raised above him, a tune of horror The man begged like a peasant, but poorer The sword drew closer, giving a glimpse of the light The man drew his eyes closed, dying in fright...

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We who spangle wet eyes, salute proudly our unflinching eyebrows. We are the rubber band of rubber soldiers; we who bundle the truth up-tight, we war poets that never served demand respect. Some world weary solders even claim they buried God in a foreign field. “How sad” we say and pray for those of such little faith. We untested poets simply ask that those in...

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