#sword poems on Hello Poetry

Viseract Jul 2016

He twirls and whirls with supernatural speed
His usual blue eyes, with smoky black gleam
In the midst of a battle, sword in hand
Master to master, friend to friend

A metal, black, that no-one knows
Owned by one associated with crows
His messenger, his ally, his beast of burden
Caws and calls his silent song of death

A mercenary, bounty hunter, with just cause
To right the wrong and return what lies lost
To defend, apprehend, to defeat the Kursed
A story riddled into my verse

As you could probably guess, I'm writing a story called Ace of Silence. The main character is Silence, the Blank Card. His calling card? A blank card. Weapons? A katana made from metal nobody recognises, two silent guns with similar make, set in a city called Kortal where gangs, drugs and various illegal activities are rampant. He is a good Bounty Hunter. Because if you're good at something, you never do it for free...

#story #ace #silence #guns #blank #card #game #sword #cards #katana

Charlotte Huston May 2016

Sword

Not with a SWORD is a heart slain,
       Not with the Angel's Tune;
Is a mirror of wonderment,
       That gleams in the Dark of the Moon.

Lash at the Guardian Golem,
        Until it falls -
Collar them the noble,
        For the keys to the heart of the Doll.

Sagacious was the bird,
         That the maiden descried;
Just above the chamber,
         To the heart that died.

#love #moon #night #sword

Gregory Paul Dancer Apr 2016

khopesh kisses

khopesh kisses,
she plants on your face.
Her empire of cruelty;
leaves you to rot.
Your bones to bleach,
in her desert heat.

With each cut,
you're drawn closer.
such an elegant poison,
is the power of passion.

Cleaverly cuts,
scamper on veins.
Life's blood is leaving;
to never return.
You are never you again.
she may leave;
you keep the pain.

#love #hate #pain #loss #strength #scar #weakness #sword #sadistic

Jennifer Apr 2016

Story of a Poetic Nomad

I am a wanderlust nomad,
moving constantly from the empty, black hole,
to the radiant, shining cradle in my mind's eye.

I am a surviving nomad,
balancing the sword on the tip of my heart,
keeping it from cutting its delicate flesh.

I am a nostalgic nomad,
making trips back and forth in the
box of memories that I have chained them to.

I am always a solitary nomad,
searching, exploring and investigating,
the beautiful and ugly portions of
my multi-dimensional soul

Travelling beyond the borders of the soul, but within the borders of my geographical location

#heart #solitude #beauty #soul #moving #nomad #sword #ugliness #investigating

Lost Mar 2016

Satisfaction

There is a feeling I love.
A feeling I can't deny is my favorite.
Some may call it dangerous,
some,
may call it childish.
By I,
can't help
how much
I love it.

If you've never had a katana or held one, you don't know the feeling of true power.

#blade #danger #convention #sword #satisfaction #childish #con #weapon #anime #katana

Sarah Mar 2016

The Wonderful World Of Words

My words are all I've got. My words can show you who I am.
And also, who I'm not.

My words are able to build bridges.
And also to burn them.

My words are my shield, my sword and my armor.
But also my weakness.

My words aren't always wisely, but always true.

My words can show you my world. Or my hell.

#words #hell #heaven #weakness #sword #armor #shield #bridges

Cheyenne Mar 2016

The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

There's a story on my lips--
Unwarranted, can't let it slip.
On my pen I'll cling, I'll grip;
Bleed my heart through fingertips.

Ink stained page, a wounded soul;
Fine point to slay my self control.
Carnage I could never show
To those I have come to know.

This is a side meant only for
Fellow soldiers out at war.
Faceless under armor worn--
But words we jab revealing more.

#war #pen #sides #sword #revealing