Unsheathe Poems | Examples

The Valley

Down in the valley
I was visited by stigmata 
A demon in various disguises
Praying to be with our Lord 
Believing Satan wanted a war 
So be it, devil! Unsheathe your sword!
What would the price be,
Hurling stones into the heads of giants 
Who only bring scorn on the backs of 
The death worms? A vacant state?
Nay, perma death.
I will arise on mountain time 
To curse the lobotomy given me 
Escaping down the hallways of heavy sigh's,
Still lucid but highly traumatized 
Wielding the word like a lie 
I've yet to discern why I had died 
From this here my, lobotomize me 
Some more, we will even the subtle score,
That's what I'm in for,
To be a devil betwixt God and our Lord.

Wizards and Warriors

Warriors of the ancient world
Unsheathe your swords of fire
To battle death and Dragons breath
Mercenaries for hire

In darkened hallways danger looms
A Sorcerer weaving spells
Magic cast from shadows past
As scripture once foretells

Caught amid the Wizard's web
Just pawns to take the fall
A futile plight but still they fight
With backs against the wall

Stoically they hold their ground
Behind bloody sword and shields
No kingdom stands with crimson hands
The moment courage yields

With Angels on their shoulders
The Wizard's spell was broken
Kneel and pray men win the day
Victory now awoken

No witnesses to celebrate 
The mountains so many climb
History bleeds with valiant deeds
Now lost in sands of time

A Threefold Cord

Refreshing times, an oasis so bright,
Falling on us in this wilderness land,
Living waters pour, a pure delight,
Blessing us and families with a loving Hand.
Our dear kin we hold with grateful heart,
Knowing our latter shall be greater still,
As God's plan for our families will start,
With blessings and love that only He can instill.
In just one moment, new life He will breathe,
Lighting the path for future generations,
With cords of love that strife cannot unsheathe,
Binding us with faith and joyful celebrations.
The treasure box of love, we hold the key,
Lifting His worthy Name with praises above,
Our cry to heaven stirs a new move to see,
A new generation rising with healing and love.
This threefold cord, not easily broken,
Binds us with love, our hearts awoken.

I Really Am Sorry

I really am sorry
That for all those nights
Spent dreaming of skies starry
I hid from your lights
Silently screaming in the dark
Unable to breathe 
A stroll through Hell’s park
The knife I unsheathe
But if you don’t know
The guilt I suffer
In my heart is woe
While each day is rougher
Oh, how much I wish to say,
“Every morning is a new day.”

For Peace To Reign

~if only dueling factions unsheathe their swords of belligerency! ~


The Art Of Peace Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: John lawless
Date written: 07/03/2022

I Found a Poem

I found a poem
I took it home
It wasn’t mine
                         ……I knew.

But then again on reading it
I knew it wasn’t through
For something bade me
                      …..“hither…..write…”

I labored long
Into the night
Led somehow through a fog
At times my pencil trembling
                                   …..A cold unfallen log.

Faltering yet standing tall
I climbed above the pall
The echoes from another’s past
                              ………A distant siren call.

To free the pen
Unsheathe the sword
And free my last
                    …..Unwritten word.


John G. Lawless
©5/6/2022

Does Love Thrive Only In Its Soft Gasping Return

Does Love Thrive Only In Its Soft Gasping Return


Does love thrive only in its soft gasping return
Nights that its flames reach heavenly sensual burns
Can love live in other realms sitting all alone
Wearing purple robes, sitting on its golden throne?

Can love ever be far more than we dare admit,
Far more powerful than the atoms we now split?

Shall we search much deeper and intensely explore
Trails leading into lands with magical new doors
Enter with true courage and traverse unafraid
And not with fear unsheathe our ever ready blade?

Can love ever be far more than we dare admit,
Far more powerful than the atoms we now split?

Will we such inner depths dare to gladly embrace?
That frightening unknown with bravado thus face?

R.J. Lindley,  May 11th 1979
Sonnet- 
( Questioning Deeper Life, Love And Our Ever Present Fears )

Sanguine

I was preceding to the podium to begin my chirp,
The old man there gives out a burp 
After tasting his soup with a slurp.
He asked, “Who’s that little twerp?”
For me that was a usurp.

I took a deep breathe...
Remembered of the Greek Lethe
Which made me start with seethe 
I was all set to unsheathe,
Ignoring my chattering teeth.

My voice was fumbling 
And I was grumbling 
Thoughts were jumbling 
Instead of stabling,
I was stumbling..
Eventually my dreams were crumbling....

I took control over the dire 
In order to set the stage on fire
Because I was on the spire
There was only a thin wire
Between me and my choir

I crooned for the people to Admire
And my hopes to ASPIRE.

Onward: To American Protesters

Onwards towards that open air we’re to breathe!
It’s time for us our clenched fists to unsheathe
And with the rage we’ve swallowed we now seethe!

We should batter the roof of this vast jail
Down on this global dog until its tail
We cut and reach the fresh air to inhale.

Its barking puppies we should never heed.
Mercy on them on the earth is indeed
But mercilessness to the sheep. Proceed!

This vicious dog that has shattered the dreams
Of regal great souls* and gone to extremes
Should be chained with all its puppet regimes.

This wrathful river that shall overthrow
Despotic palaces as a last blow
Is our age-old festered, deferred dream flow.†

To behave as humans they had much time
Which they wasted and never quit their crime.
Now they’ll have nowhere to hide but in slime.

We shall not stop before we reach our aim,
To raise a new flag free of free world’s blame,
Purged of a long life of slaughter and shame.

6.15.2020

* See Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream”.
† See Langston Hughes’s “Harlem” (also entitled "A Dream Deferred").


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Change In the Air

We've had protests before
 that have gone nowhere
   But not this time
There's change in the air

The status quo has to go
  People's voices say so
    They won't accept 'No'
There's change in the air

Folks cry out, 'Enough is enough'
  It's past time to get tough
    with police who run rough-
  shod; we're calling their bluff 
There's change in the air

Never again 'I can't breathe'
  Our collective anger does seethe
    Justice to unsheathe ~
There's change in the air




        June 10, 2020
   Brian's Select B Contest
    Sponsor: Brian Strand

The Waves Within

In canyons of the mind
One knows that they'll find
Where deep thoughts begin
Rise from what stirs within

Concealed well beneath
Good fortunes to unsheathe
In light then they're seen
From a place nobody's been
Scary schemes not to stay
Wild waves shall splash away

Seeking shores that inspire
Spark stars to burn this fire
Bright ideas will burst ablaze
Shine in awe for all days

Ink Ronin

Dishonorable Tao pen,
your fealty strokes 
are guided by 
shogun lust for the yen

Quill treachery 
blot your avarice ambition
Devious calligraphy
be the torn loyalty decision

Vain kimono pride
is bushido vow laid aside
Naked truth disrobed — 
Coin motive 
ain’t unsheathe noble

Ink ronin,
got no master to gallantly serve or valor save
Unworthy pen,
every vile thrust
spilt more scarlet sin upon your Shinto grave

Inscribe your pulse amorality
with a crimson postscript
Follow your vagabond reality
into that inkwell miry pit

Become the Warrior

Thoughts shattered are 
memories fading
Nostalgic is the feeling
Yet they hold us back 
There's an emptiness that 
becomes nothingness
silent yet loud it overwhelms

Breathe in then Breathe out
Let the air feed your 
soul and mind
Allow life's breath to 
fill your empty lungs 
once again let a new life 
be resurrected from the old 
with fresh memories 

Do away with those dragons 
that burned you as they flew 
by without a second glance
Let the beasts find another 
soul to rip apart they knew 
the damage they caused

Let a sun rise on a reborn heart
as it's rays warm your being
Let the monsters stay under 
your bed and don't fear what 
goes bump in the night 
the fear only feeds them 

Take back your power 
Become your own knight 
Unsheathe your own sword 
The warrior is within you 
save yourself don't be the 
damsel in distress

Only you can regain what 
was lost to you
Smooth the wrinkles in time
Take back what was
taken from you
You're no longer a victim 
Surviving gave you strength
Become the Warrior

Oh Warrior

OH Warrior!

        Pandemonium prevailing amidst of devils
        Prime time to eradicate crimes and evils. 
        Oh Warrior! Slash smash tormentors: Be bold.
        Be merciless, ruthless to unsheathe your sword.


   09/16/19

   Original Poem 'Be Brave' written on 09/12/19


 'Arbitrium Divisa  4' Contest by Gregory Barden

Be Brave

BE BRAVE

      Arrogance, squabble in perplexing plight
       Public in anger, aggression only to fight.
        Incorrigible incredible chaotic crisis.
         Notorious nefarious nastiness needs Nemesis.
    
         Outrageous turmoil ignites blunder.
          Come on soldier not to surrender.
          Noisy nuisance indiscipline to recur
          Malice mischief mended in massacre.
         
        Pandemonium prevailing amidst of devils
        Prime time to eradicate crimes and evils. 
        Oh Warrior! Slash smash tormentors: Be bold.
        Be merciless, ruthless to unsheathe your sword.

 
  09/12/19
   
           First Place
 'Any Poem You Want To Write With Words 180 or Less'   by Caren Krutsinger

  'STRAND CHOICE 6'  Contest by Brian Strand

• Short Unsheathe Poems
• Famous Unsheathe Poems
• Best Unsheathe Poems
• Read Unsheathe Poems
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