Weapon Poems - Poems about Weapon

1946 United States authorities chose to exercise freedom of choice and forcibly relocated 167 Marshall islanders King Juda he agreed as their voice from Bikini Atoll east to Rongerik a small island which adequate resources lacked with the promise they would return so much for the U.S. Right of Freedom Act and with little regard to radiation or fallout the beautiful coral lagoon's sad...

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I tried to take something off your plate, That was a huge mistake. Honestly, sorry for what I ate, Now there is no way to replace. Trying to find a compromise, I honestly want to apologize. Truthfully, can’t decide, Do I deserve to die? The whole time, I was just along for the ride. Got me staring at the sky Questioning is my brain working...

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Does the low processing power of our brain, which fragments rather than cognising the whole, impose upon consciousness a needless strain, because we’ve assigned mind a prominent role, though it can feel not pitter-patter of rain and most certainly not, the light of our soul? Choose your weapon, exulted God from heaven; the wise invoke grace through our chakras seven....

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Every touch at the edge of the sword, Cuts through skin and cuts through words. The delicate sliver, plated on the sides, To decorate and embellish the sharp glide. As beautiful as night, Astonishing many mortal breaths. The sword can determine, life or death....

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They say words shouldn’t hurt, but mine are crafted, a perfect match for the tender places you believe no one notices. I don’t need to throw punches; the right words can strike with more force than a blow. The best part? I can smile afterward, clean hands, no marks, just your pride, folded like a flimsy chair at a backyard wedding....

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pure justice … blind ... balanced… impartial... swift… fair... ~ relies on the sword ...

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mind does not know yet heart’s glowing let’s go with love...

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The wagging tongue, a weapon is, when vengeful words like arrows whizz. They pierce the heart and wound the soul, No surgeon's stitch can heal the hole. Sharp words can wound and cut like a sword, and make one feel like they have been gored. What harm is done by spiteful speech, When weapon words their target reach. Like sparks that kindle forest...

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The most effective weapon Against Donald Trump Is to mock him. Calling him The biggest loser The biggest conman Of them all. And senile Washed old dotard Way past his sell By date. ...

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I noticed whilst walking up and down the thing What's going on here I thought I had been given a middle seat In what I consider to be the worst flight I have ever experienced The two passengers either side of me were trolling Ghosting me Two Count Drunkulas in the dark I got up and sat in one of the...

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I have a secret weapon Leprechaun Larry said. We thought he was odd, a bit tiny in his head. It will get me the magic secret to the pot of gold. His claims were abrasive, rude, impolite and cold. What is his secret? I wondered to my cousin Mug. I think it is that he has a pet, a rare...

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War without weapon ================= War takes place with The help of weapons, Weapons win or fighters win. God alone knows. Can a fight take place Without weapons?  Yes, fights do take place Without weapons. The weapon is your mouth. At times the words  Come out of your mouth Are more painful than the  Wounds created by swords. Sharp weapon is nothing Compared to sharp mouth. The wound created by a weapon...

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War without weapon ================= War takes place with The help of weapons, Weapons win or fighters win. God alone knows. Can a fight take place Without weapons?  Yes, fights do take place Without weapons. The weapon is your mouth. At times the words  Come out of your mouth Are more painful than the  Wounds created by swords. Sharp weapon is nothing Compared to sharp mouth. The wound created by a weapon...

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Fire-blown mounds of ash do swirl About a charred pathetic doll With one surviving dead man’s eye Whose eyelid flickers back no more Torn up like a tethered fox Mail-shirt bloody, helmet gone Sinking in the ooze of death Upon the hungry battle-mire A crash of sliding masonry As a church wall mourns The king’s hall burns forlorn Like the world tree Laying low at land anchor A...

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No Weapon form against us shall prosper let me share A Venting Moment to mind thoughts to know Knowledge to Knowledge my friends. Are you There? My Narrative Emotional Steady resting on the soft silk cushions resting my feet of we dare to believe the that came to the stage...

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