Wielding Poems - Poems about Wielding

...Long before you were born, long before your great grandfather was born, in the time when magic was approximately eight times more plentiful than it is today, there lived a family in the remote part o......

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... Written: May 11, 2025, for contest by: Sara Jama Quote: “Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. Sorrow prepares you for joy." By Rumi ******************......

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...I am poetry An unheard whisper Shadows Conspiring A tear Soaked in laughter Anger Molded in metaphor Humor Wielding the axe of angst Whispering A farewell kiss I am poetry The invisib......

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...The heat haze from the fire was joining that of the sweltering day as the man added another item to the fire from his late father's detritus. Stuff left ov......

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...My wounded heart drinks deep from the rotting gut of misery, Humanity vomits its relics onto the oozing tiles of the real. I see kids chewing syringes like candy canes, Their innocence smashed, fa......

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...Horse Color Cannot Be Ignored Intentions, cryptic, in pockets. Fiery darts lampooned in sockets. The bow is a clue; not a sword. Horse color cannot be ignored. Wielding war’s arms, re......

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... I Am A King, Royal is the Stand Never Tethered, Just a Vagabond on the Precipice of Zenith Of Man On High Ground, I Stand Alone Noble and Chivalrous, No match for The Stone Solar Rexus on ......

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...for 10 seconds Serena Williams danced the Crypt walk at the Super Bowl and because of those ten seconds the world completely lost control In 2012 she also danced after her London tennis champion......

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...No! you weren’t born to be beaten raped chained to a life bloodstained ingrained with pain wordless worthless voiceless choiceless No! you can’t live being beaten raped chained to a ......

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...Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along... as his stronghold diminishes. Signals, triggers, and ushers kickstarting debut of demure "Flora" who slowly but surely attempts to revea......

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...Encased in an isolated castle of an old fool’s paradise, A decaying dagger rests upon a distressed oak table. Frayed book pages scatter across termite-riddled floors. The calligraphy carries......

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...Land o the mists an glens, land o the water o life. Land o the heathery hills, land o the mountains tall. Land o the magic tales, land o sacred oak. Land o my birth a......

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...Someone is wielding an axe or a hammer It’s the only other noise beside a crow’s yammer Dogs look down the hill, interested for a sec Woods are thick, I see no pick or peck Above the fog I hear......

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...An artists paintbrush splashes againt a white canvas, like the sun on an untouched sea the palette of vibrant colours the same as the rays of light reflecting off the waters surface. Wielding h......

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... Tempest Winds o'er the sea Nature wielding power Exposing our human frailty Humbling ......

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