My eyes were as sharp as a blade of steel.
My ears could follow the wind.
My hands caused wounds that none could heal,
But my heart couldn't comprehend.
I lost what I was fighting for,
Why I sought to stay alive.
The battles themselves have lost their roar,
what the inner warrior did thrive.
But now my eyes turn towards the sky,
My ears follow something new.
With ink, I can catch one's eye,
From sword to rhyme in follow-through.
Author notes
A poem on the warrior-poet
A contest entry
- Prewrites by Dragonbabyx3.
800 points, ended July 6, 73 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very wise piece
Ahh you think as a warrior my friend, well done. All your writes are amazing, I loved the first stanza a true warriors feelings. Excelent visuals I could picture this in my mind. Beautiful work indeed. Peace
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amazingly written! This is beautiful! The writing is stunning, and the imagery is brilliant. This is a very moving poem. Something I love to read again and again. Thankyou for entering it into my contest, and Good Luck!
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