Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
E Copeland Nov 2015
Your heart was a princess,
locked in the highest tower.
And your ribs were razor wire,
keeping me out.

You clawed at my fingers
tracing your poisoned skin
and stole my breath
with your toxic air.

I tried to be your knight in shining armor,
fighting the dragon that was your biting tongue,
but you quickly melted my sword
and broke my heart.
Andrew Tang Oct 2015
The height to my ear.
Wielding its handle
I felt empowered.
Throwing my hands, interlocking
Its lonely handle crying
in its coldness and loneliness.

A tyrant's strength
You swing with my madness.
Only to be lost
and feel helpless.

Feelings of void without you in my hand,
I get drowsy of your different kind of
coldness and loneliness.

I lose my voice.
At a man wielding you,
I drown to the demons screeching in my sleep.

I see you in my dreams
and I spend
A little time to love your edges and scars,
or your weaknesses and problems there.
You are my sword, you are my strength.

I give my silent white flag
to the sounding rejection of excalibur.
My tired grip to pull you from your solid bed,
I lost my strength as I lose you.
Thanks you for getting this trending and I appreciate all the people liking it.
Gourab Banerjee Oct 2015
The Sword of Non-Violence
The time we born
Is a age of war-mongers
East to West
South to North

Throughout the World
There's not a single moment
You can't heard about a war
It's a must in our daily life
May be in lieu of civil war
But it exists
None can disobey it's presence
And,where there is a war
There must be a weapon
And,in true sense war can't be without weapon
There're so many varieties of this weapon
Even may be countless
But,once a person made exception
Yes,he invented a sword
The SWORD OF NON-VIOLENCE
Strange it seems to be
But,it's fact
And,we should proud of him
Because,he's an Indian
We all know him as Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
Also renowned as Bapuji i.e Father of Nation
We celebrate his birth anniversary as a holiday
But,did we even use his weapon once in our lifetime?
Surely,the answer would be no
But,if we really respect him
We should do so
Isn't it?
Think it off!
And,last of all I would like to conclude with
If he can so we too-Written on 02.10.2012
A Watoot Sep 2015
Moonlight strikes my face
It's getting harder to breath

I just came out from the dungeon
I tell myself this is freedom

To see and believe, the air is thinning
What do I have to lose

Running wild, breathing night dew
A swordsman stabs me twice

Puncturing my lungs, I breathe out blood
Spurting everywhere from my mouth

*Where do I stand?  Where do I start?
Tell me where I should go.

How do I breath? How do I live?
My lungs are punctured.
Just feeling dark and gory suddenly.
Eleanor Rigby Aug 2015
I just feel there is
Something immortal
Inside our veins,
And perhaps I am conceited
But I mean it.

You make eternity
Possible with your gentle
swords of hands,
And perhaps I am defeated
But I feel it.


-- Eleanor
Liz Jul 2015
I swing my sword
At the monster inside me.
But the blade has been blunted,
It's dull and cannot ****.
What is a warrior without her sword?
Joan of Arc without her horse?

Stripped of my valor,
In the middle of war.
I do not have the means to fight anymore.
Left bare to the sun.
Where arrows can pierce
And daggers can jab.

Trying to create an image,
Which seemed so vivid before.
All my paint is dull
And all my canvas broken.
What is an artist without his brush?
Van Gogh without his hands?

The pain he must feel
When losing his only muse.
He lives through art,
So dies if he cannot paint.
I live through words,
I die if I cannot write.

Now god you've taken my legs.
How do I live,
When I cannot stand.
I fear I've lost my only light.
I fear I'm out of muse.
With nothing more to say.

Like a warrior without her sword.
Van Gogh without his hands.
My words are my legs,
And I cannot stand.
Devashish Kumar Jun 2015
A Promise for forever
Is a double headed sword.
Whether you make a promise or
Break one,
Either way you are *******.
Be careful.

Rockie May 2015
I often wonder what it's like,
To have a led a very different life,
Where camera flashes
And fans gate crashing concerts
Are really rather normal;
A life where sword throwing
And fire eating
Is how you earn your livings;
A journey where you are enrolled in other lives
And act a million more;
A destination, a goal, a life,
Where it isn't just plain old *me.
George Krokos May 2015
May all fellow poets and writers of the whole world unite
to show the flame of inspiration is now still burning bright.
We’re also aware of the fact that the pen is mightier than the sword
and that with inspired verses or stories people will never get bored.

The world as it is now is again on the brink of collapse
and so with our literary efforts we shouldn’t ever lapse.
We all have the power to change the world for the better
let us unite to speak and write with one motion together.

So many times in the past humanity has been laid low
because of its negligence to conscience writings show.
There are certain things written and handed down from the past
that indicate the way we’re heading now these days are our last.

We must reset the example of truth, righteousness and love
which will assure us to get much needed help from above.
There is no real limit to what we all united can achieve
if we stand together and each other don’t try to deceive.

We are all one big family that is now struggling to survive
so in doing what we can to help one another we will thrive.
With our collective efforts we must turn the situation around
and at the same time keep both our feet firmly on the ground.

For the good of the whole world then we must move forward
and stop the current trend of mankind from plunging toward
in the depths and fires of hell it has been to many times before
as it ignores the inner voice of conscience prior to another fall.
_________________
Written in 2013.
What would you be if YOU were gonna
entertain people With your imagination
would you start a company
to wreak havoc for the sick at heart
would you be an actor
lying, I-mean playing your part
would you go on the big screen
or perform on the stage live
and perform stunts and tell jokes
to all the local tribes
would you construct a gas fire
in front of an elephant
would you use skimpy girls
to dance, have fun, for merriment
or would you go the dramatic route
and construct a story
about an unknown ******
where the hero has to track him down
without getting killed
would your swords clash
would the murderer have a gun advantage
would the hero have to duck and dodge
to deliver them a happy ending
roll under a car an wait for the time to strike
if you made entertainment
what would you construct tonight?

I wrote a poem
Next page