Sword Poems - Poems about Sword

Man often kills that thing he loves Dying inside it — when push comes to shove (Dreamsleep: March, 2025) ...Read the rest...

i drew out my glittery pens and turned them into swords ready for the war against their words and my thoughts i pen down my feelings in stories and prose my ink like cannonballs aimed at their high forts not every pen can...Read the rest...

Red rose I love much But your red lips stop my eyes Kiss hugs the sword stream ©Mahtab Bangalee_12/01/25...Read the rest...

Apollyon, demon destined for obliteration Prince and god of the metropolis of destruction Order, sin and death: These are the chains of his dark hole Looking, you see the hill of Chokmah above sheol Livid, Apollyon...Read the rest...

visit your neighbors often you’ll wear out welcome telling lies unwise ~ metaphoric yet as so harmful as hitting them with an ax,---chop ~ chop, chop, chop, chop, chop wounding them spoken mouth as swords kills with arrow 12/18/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024© ...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

I stood before the hordes Alone with only my sword And I waited for the fight Having done all I might It did not matter of the outcome Just my stand in fighting meant I won For there was truth...Read the rest...

In the deserts of Arabia, Medina had many Hebrews And Khaybar Oasis was full of farms run by Jews. To this day Muslims shout Khaybar, defeating Jews hits a chord Because Mohammed took both places by the power...Read the rest...

All work ethics and human virtues, he hoards for twenty-five years, he has never stepped on mud in him, civil service has a lord every signboard shows he’s a man of his word against financial crimes, his clothings include...Read the rest...

The long-suffering, finally over at dawn... when tears fall like rain! He prepares himself, to meet him in the mirror... who calls himself me! The man gives his heart, to the blood-thirsty sun god... to pay his sons' sins! The evil swordsman, defeated by the...Read the rest...

A pen who never bleeds blue nor black As the changing shades of a clear night sky; Bleeds blood, ever deep red As a sword who fought million battles. He never reveals his tale But it is to be remembered...Read the rest...

How I used to be Is now old news to me If I said observation is the only way Someone should ask did I observe the universe today Or am I able to observe the observing of all things? Particulars...Read the rest...

May I never use or abuse this sword in my hand Help my foes ...Read the rest...

Social media, realm where whispers fly, A land beneath the vast digital sky. Here, every word can travel far, Each post and tweet, a potential star. It binds the world in a tight-knit...Read the rest...

A toy boat will only spin on the ocean The sails pushing forward The winds help to keep a ship in motion Oblivious of failings Pride mistaken as devotion The sea’s one great veil Truth...Read the rest...