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Your beauty is like a naked sword
Which will cut me in to small pieces
My love my love is above board
Love nurtures under beauty auspices

When you show your graces in light
My eyes feel being intoxicated in trance
Your kisses are so gorgeous to delight
I want to take just chance after chance

Let us celebrate love moments in trance
Let us just forget about all our rivals
Let us don't forget the taste of the glance
Let me kiss your lips like flower petals

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Colm Sep 2016
So many poets attack with words,
With the intent to hit you on the first line.
Like a clunky sword or strand of steel,
Which couldn't so much as break through twine.

To which I would say,
That you must first name and know yourself,
Or at least your opponent,
Before you try and sway or slay them with a single line.

Such poetry would mean to me,
Little more than a stick,
In a sword fight with a gigantic tree.

Try not to aim for the heart immediately,
But approach the chest,
And hum your bladed words through the air most rhythmically.
Until an opening you do see for such an acute verse as me.

Deliver then a heavy blow,
A fatal strike.
Which will leave the readers lying in the streets,
Bleeding out of relief and not out of agony and disbelief.
General ramble about verse. I hope you enjoy. (:
Love is in actions and beyond words
It is a tricky state of no loss and gain
Human emotions like innocent birds
Just dangle and dance in drizzling rain

Kiss of a miss takes occasion on road
Eternal flight take both to real height
It cuts like an invisible blunt sword
Love and beauty chains to love flight

My sweetheart be in my heart to ******
My love is at the altar of awesome beauty
Embrace me just once my innocent angel
Let me take your beautiful hand to agree

Col Muhammad Khalid khan
Copyright 2016 Golden glow
Ovi-Odiete Aug 2016
What then is the poem?

The poem is a sword too sharp and piercing
Too vast and Strong
The poem bridges the gap between known and unknown forces
Between seen and unseen faces
The poem is a sword too sharp that cuts
Cutting through hearts and minds
The poem bridges the distance reached and unreached


The poem has its wings and aim to fly on its own
Don't force it to fly,
Let it fly and soar when its time comes


Ovi Odiete©August 2016
What then is the poem?
Viseract Aug 2016
I forgive too quickly,
To me this is sickening
The beast inside of me, unleashed
Wishes to be a blade, unsheathed

Released into the world
Spinning, twist and twirl
Manipulate events, unfurl
A masterpiece, coloured swirls

It makes me feel helpless
I have too many morals
I follow them whether they help me
Or alone, I call

I have warned them
It's the last chance they will get
The satisfaction may be real
But I may end up in regret
a short, sharp ******* poetry... I am not satisfied even though it feels right. I guess the message is clear though, and that's good
Trevon Ray Aug 2016
Your family will always be your first line of defense.
If you don't have family then your independence shall be your second.
But if you have obtained a lover let them be your shield and you the sword.

Because a Sword is nothing without a Shield.
Trevon Ray Jul 2016
"No no... please don't die... please don't sigh like the wretched demise."

"Please survive, please don't surmise but rather survive! Live on, even if your own body dies. Even if your hand can no longer reach mine, I shall hold on tight. I shall reach for it, so don't cry. Please... don't die!"

"I saw that last tear in your eye, a tear of despair and demise. I saw that look on your face, that look in your eyes... quite shy of the times. But I must go onto a brighter plane. But please don't drown in shame. Like you said, death is also a mercy... so no one is to blame, but rather thank."

"You are right, but I was a fool for believing so. I was just a girl in an empty and reluctant world. Trying to find purpose, and another pearl. It's shaped round, and shines brighter than a silver crown. And you were the one to drop that pearl and look like a clown. And I was the one to grasp it and look like a crowned."

"And now you will be the one to hold onto it. Hold it tight, think it as the truth. Because for both of us know, that it has shined brighter than the radiant stars in the densely lit night. But I must leave now my dear, it was nice snuggling within your reality, but now I must pass onto your dreams, so please don't bother, but rather live on and prosper. And make that the last thing you ponder."

"No... No! Don't die! Please survive, please live on! Please, I don't want to be alone on this aisle. I want to feel your ecstatic pulses! I want to feel your elegant soft palms! I want to be within your grasp forevermore! ...Please! I just want another encore! I refuse to let your spirit die sore. Please, just another encore... PLEASE, JUST ONCE MORE. I DEMAND AN ENCORE. I DEMAND YOUR SWORD. I NEED... I need... i need... a sword. Because a shield is nothing without a sword..."
David Doran Jul 2016
Drop your pen
-
How does that feel?
I agree
The pen is mightier than the sword
Only, however, if you want to get people
On your side
If the other side is carelessly
Brandishing their rapier
Then the pen can become a thing of evil
Just because the pen doesn't **** people
Doesn't mean it can't lead people
Off a cliff
People need to remember that
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