Sword Poems - Poems about Sword

It's your choice to keep going. It's your choice to heal. It's your choice to reflect. It's your choice to look at that broken reflection and to see a warrior. It's your choice to quit. It's your choice to stay broken. It’s your choice to reflect. It's your choice to look at that broken reflection and...

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

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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 be turned into sword not every sword can save you in the war sometimes wish to be free from living is high whether...

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

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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 wrapped his fish scales around your soul Yaldabaoth trembled, as you lunged your sword up high Opening his dragon wings,...

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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© ...

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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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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 behind my sword And a faith that has its own reward. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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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 of the sword After his death Muslim armies took more Palestine, Syria, Turkey, and that just opened the door Then they took parts...

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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 a sword the spectrum of his fans is nowhere near broad and has rejected any pen that has written fraud. ...

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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 hero... with no time for hate! The sword, its' vastness, entrains the swordsman to find... the enemy's soul! ...

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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 And will be remembered. He sets aright others' lives Make corrections, make amends. Unlike his kin, with a white skin The correction pen, bleeding...

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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 and generalizations will never exchange rings If I said life is meaningless Someone should ask does that statement have meaning? If so I...

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May I never use or abuse this sword in my hand Help my foes look up and see ~ It’s You Who owns the land ...

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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 web, Where thoughts and cultures easily ebb. A platform broad for voices small, In this grand stage,...

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