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Ithaca Mar 2019
The different men in different suits,
With different socks and different boots,
Who **** the men of distant roots,
Because of evil institutes.

When evil rises once again,
They’ll call upon the different men,
The sword favored above the pen,
Forever ‘til never,
Amen
the prophet after the battle
he had to get a rest
he slept at the shadow of the tree

his citizens distributed at the place of the battle  
they slept as they tired
one of the enemy hide away

he sneaked little, little
he took the sword
which the prophet hanged high

he put the sword toward the leader
he asked the prophet with great confident
who will prevent you, honey?

only one movement, he might **** the messenger
the prophet saw with clear and spirit
"allah" means" God, God" with bravery

the sword was fallen at nearer
the prophet took it and asked,"
who would prevent you? "at true way

the man said,"Oh! Muhammad! be the best taken,dearer"
Muhammad answered," go without wait"
the man returned with interest and busy

they asked," what is the matter?"
he answered," i came from a person, who is the best!
mercy means that do not punish your enemy as they want
Bohemian Mar 2019
What of the stories,what of you,what of the words or what of my dew
Lies and lies 
Strangled the fliers 
Witnessed it, he has admirers 
Sweetness and tartness ignored 
Mulberry swallowed but in the heart it sored
What would the 'dead lips' pen
When it had not the truth,son
Curses though slip off
Feelings be never any drawf 
For to hate 
Once there should have been love's bait tight
How dangling and dwindling 
No shore was he ever kindling 
Hours and hours 
It takes no par 
Touch not that knight 
He has swords defending with might 
How barren is he and
Knows not any scabbard
Those wands of enigma 
That suits not the noble hands off stigma
Suitors of temper 
Shooters of blood towels much damper 
Is it your blood ? 
Shut-up for god's sake 
Let's arrange him a slumber
Gale L Mccoy Feb 2019
the abandoning
it happens by the moon
and the noon
and you'd be a fool to think
it'll spare you

a double-edged sword
a wine glass with 2 different shades
of lipstick on the rim
a single shot glass and three empty bottles
the name of a stranger
drawn in saliva on a piece of leather

all that meets us is silence
a word we repeat on crescendo
Zuzanna Jan 2019
She wore her scars
Like badges, they
Gleamed against her
Skin like armor she
Never thought she'll
Need, with a pencil in
Her hand feeling as if
She had been holding a
Sword, scratching against
The surface of each word
Being struck against her
Knowing the battle would
Be won only by her with
Fierce determination and
Fire in her veins creating
Defenses greater than empty
Words that felt like rocks
Being hurled at her.
This one goes out to anyone who needs to hear a good word today or any day. You might be battling something, that's okay because it'll make you stronger. You are a warrior, so fight a good fight and never give up.
Allen James Jan 2019
I reduce my pen to a sword,
As I violently
penetrate the naked page,

At last, an honest poem.
Haylin Jan 2019
My knight does not need to be
in shining armor,
nor blessed with prestige
or countless honor.

It only needs to be you,
someone who could wield
a sword, respectable enough
to be able to strike a heart of gold.
Breanna evans Jan 2019
She
she's my puzzle

all the pieces are there,
but the box is missing

she's my chalice

I only fill her
with the finest

she's my mirror

and I am growing fond
of my reflection

she's my sword

ready to cut a path
through those who stand in my way

she's my shield

always there for me
in the heat of battle

she's my Queen
and it is an honor
to serve her

and she's my religion

she gives me something
to believe in
dedicated to Breanna Evans.

the love of my life
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