"armorless" poems - Hello Poetry

I remain a newborn knight And yet have not acquired The armor of my core The thorns of these sweet roses How shall I endure such sores? The fragrance, always so familiar Still playing with the ends of these strange curly vines I keep the rose waiting For I, too, am waiting Waiting for my armor to grow and shine Maybe these fragrant petals won’t be mine I first must learn to love my castle And I know Armorless behind the crumbled walls We will both hurt I see black petals on the floor I’m unprotected Alas, a waning core

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Oct 6, 2015

Oct 6, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC

john-archievald-gotera

Newborn Knight

I remain a newborn knight And yet have not acquired The armor of my core The thorns of these sweet roses How shall I endure such sores? The fragrance, always so familiar Still playing with the ends of these strange curly vines I keep the rose waiting For I, too, am waiting Waiting for my armor to grow and shine Maybe these fragrant petals won’t be mine I first must learn to love my castle And I know Armorless behind the crumbled walls We will both hurt I see black petals on the floor I’m unprotected Alas, a waning core

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There was once a knight with no armor, all that he had was his waning honor He forged a sword from a steel called desperation, Straightened it using the hammer of depression. Time after time he fought, Demons, monsters and creatures he never thought. After battles he crafted, A protection from the things he was rejected. Piece by piece he assembled, Fight after fight he gambled. The parts were not found but given, From all of the battles that he was challenged. An armorless knight left with pain and no honor, Stands tall with a full set of black armor. Society asked how he obtained it, all he said was "you gave it".

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Jan 30, 2016

Jan 30, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC

Luminousnight

Knight

There was once a knight with no armor, all that he had was his waning honor He forged a sword from a steel called desperation, Straightened it using the hammer of depression. Time after time he fought, Demons, monsters and creatures he never thought. After battles he crafted, A protection from the things he was rejected. Piece by piece he assembled, Fight after fight he gambled. The parts were not found but given, From all of the battles that he was challenged. An armorless knight left with pain and no honor, Stands tall with a full set of black armor. Society asked how he obtained it, all he said was "you gave it".

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Last year I was inert, A desert of my own A planet out of orb I saw things from a distance I felt things, only safely And I only did things When no one was looking But I grew, boy, did I grow Like a ***** breaking forth From a sidewalk crack I externalized a long held internal scream And I let, Yes, I allowed Myself to beam To show the world The very best and the very worst Parts of me These days, I refuse to feel shame For the things about me That are less than I am broken and beautiful Incomplete on my own, yet strong And I refuse to hide myself In fear of being attacked by an onslaught of criticisms, Telling me of everything about myself that is wrong But I choose to take the risk, Everyday, To walk out into this world, Armorless and brave So maybe I will have the chance To reach out to an ailing heart, Like I once had, And help those hurt people to see that They are so loved, By Jesus And that in Him we are made complete.

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Jul 20, 2017

Jul 20, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC

seariver

Inert

Last year I was inert, A desert of my own A planet out of orb I saw things from a distance I felt things, only safely And I only did things When no one was looking But I grew, boy, did I grow Like a ***** breaking forth From a sidewalk crack I externalized a long held internal scream And I let, Yes, I allowed Myself to beam To show the world The very best and the very worst Parts of me These days, I refuse to feel shame For the things about me That are less than I am broken and beautiful Incomplete on my own, yet strong And I refuse to hide myself In fear of being attacked by an onslaught of criticisms, Telling me of everything about myself that is wrong But I choose to take the risk, Everyday, To walk out into this world, Armorless and brave So maybe I will have the chance To reach out to an ailing heart, Like I once had, And help those hurt people to see that They are so loved, By Jesus And that in Him we are made complete.

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