"kunai" poems - Hello Poetry

Yellow-haired shinobi Hokage of our hearts Teach us all of bravery With your deadly ninja arts! How sharper than a kunai And mightiest by far Uzumaki Naruto Konoha's brightest star! When you're starving for some ramen And your chakra needs a fill Have a bowl with Naruto-chan Jiraiya's got the bill! And when old Madara's cracking wise And Susano'o fills the darkened skies Remember where your true strength lies! With good friends like Naruto! Dattebayo!

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Dec 27, 2014

Dec 27, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC

c-h-watson

Ode to Naruto, Leaf Village Shinobi

Yellow-haired shinobi Hokage of our hearts Teach us all of bravery With your deadly ninja arts! How sharper than a kunai And mightiest by far Uzumaki Naruto Konoha's brightest star! When you're starving for some ramen And your chakra needs a fill Have a bowl with Naruto-chan Jiraiya's got the bill! And when old Madara's cracking wise And Susano'o fills the darkened skies Remember where your true strength lies! With good friends like Naruto! Dattebayo!

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Searching for the past through a million different caverns, algae and stalagmites like, a tavern in the daylight. Empty for the most part, shadows in the dark start, dancing in excitement; dinners on the house tonight gents. Master ninja hand signs, kunai skill for knife fights and the eyeballs always closed cause we see it all with foresight. A Pokeball as my homestead, digital paradise to the unread, single specks of data lost in hella mice and undead.

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Feb 26, 2017

Feb 26, 2017 at 6:18 AM UTC

TheCourier

Go Go Power Rangers

Searching for the past through a million different caverns, algae and stalagmites like, a tavern in the daylight. Empty for the most part, shadows in the dark start, dancing in excitement; dinners on the house tonight gents. Master ninja hand signs, kunai skill for knife fights and the eyeballs always closed cause we see it all with foresight. A Pokeball as my homestead, digital paradise to the unread, single specks of data lost in hella mice and undead.

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*I am an army of jealous marching, Armed with guitars. I am no conqueror, Lording over roses, But they won’t get near you. You are a flower of your own. Your tongue is a ninja. A kunai is at my throat. Your breasts…is a tactical unit. I know what I want. And I am easily angered. Yes, you would see me Slaughtering flying-kisses With a Balisong; Love letters for you-- Burned, gunpowder. I would be on the watch With a machine gun, Guarding your heart. And then you would call me Weird. You see, my heart has a detonator. And if it's your wish to see me Exploding, then let it be, Yet do not pick the pieces, The adjectives in the streets-- You will only make a lament Out of them. Dear, I am just a blacksmith of words. And your love…is a blazing fire. I am at war With your senses, Your attention. You are mine.* © 2014 J.S.P.

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Jan 14, 2015

Jan 14, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC

jspua

Warfreak

*I am an army of jealous marching, Armed with guitars. I am no conqueror, Lording over roses, But they won’t get near you. You are a flower of your own. Your tongue is a ninja. A kunai is at my throat. Your breasts…is a tactical unit. I know what I want. And I am easily angered. Yes, you would see me Slaughtering flying-kisses With a Balisong; Love letters for you-- Burned, gunpowder. I would be on the watch With a machine gun, Guarding your heart. And then you would call me Weird. You see, my heart has a detonator. And if it's your wish to see me Exploding, then let it be, Yet do not pick the pieces, The adjectives in the streets-- You will only make a lament Out of them. Dear, I am just a blacksmith of words. And your love…is a blazing fire. I am at war With your senses, Your attention. You are mine.* © 2014 J.S.P.

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I grasped the sword charged ahead at full speed I don't know who will win my opponent or me we both trained for years shared classes, friends even food now our elders decided that our fates shall lie within an age old contest, out in the forest, we staged a duel. I heard kunai hit the trunk behind me, I instinctively turned around dodged, parried, struck back as he aimed to cut me to the ground I struck back with two quick slices aimed directly at the head, we fought like dogs starved for days like the moon struggling against the sunrise I was grievously injured, but he couldn't win the fight. I removed his head from his body in one swift, fluid stroke and then I awoke... fighting my own brother a nightmare that had been plaguing me for days, weeks on end. why is it I keep on thinking, that maybe just maybe, it has roots in my past loves end?

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC

neroameealucard

Duel

I grasped the sword charged ahead at full speed I don't know who will win my opponent or me we both trained for years shared classes, friends even food now our elders decided that our fates shall lie within an age old contest, out in the forest, we staged a duel. I heard kunai hit the trunk behind me, I instinctively turned around dodged, parried, struck back as he aimed to cut me to the ground I struck back with two quick slices aimed directly at the head, we fought like dogs starved for days like the moon struggling against the sunrise I was grievously injured, but he couldn't win the fight. I removed his head from his body in one swift, fluid stroke and then I awoke... fighting my own brother a nightmare that had been plaguing me for days, weeks on end. why is it I keep on thinking, that maybe just maybe, it has roots in my past loves end?

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Knives, words, and mistakes all bring us pain we feel we cry we slowly die on the inside WE LIVE FOR THE PAIN NOT ANOTHER MOMENT WASTED ALL ALONE WE STAND TALL Bring the pain, we miss it Bring the pain, we love it Love? Is that a game? Friends? Are those real? Ha we are the true loners Like Gara we only love us we fight for ourselves Throwing kunai like a ninja warrior We only hurt to know if we are still alive WE LIVE FOR THE PAIN BRING IN MORE HIT ME HARDER MAKE ME FEEL Can we still feel….?

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Mar 14, 2014

Mar 14, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC

tyler-joe-green

We Live For The Pain (Song written by me)

Knives, words, and mistakes all bring us pain we feel we cry we slowly die on the inside WE LIVE FOR THE PAIN NOT ANOTHER MOMENT WASTED ALL ALONE WE STAND TALL Bring the pain, we miss it Bring the pain, we love it Love? Is that a game? Friends? Are those real? Ha we are the true loners Like Gara we only love us we fight for ourselves Throwing kunai like a ninja warrior We only hurt to know if we are still alive WE LIVE FOR THE PAIN BRING IN MORE HIT ME HARDER MAKE ME FEEL Can we still feel….?

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