Category : Poems
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Words are weapons, I learned growing up.
Careless or hostile, they deeply cut.
They zip through the space,
Between mouth and ear.
Inflicting pain
Sparking fear.
Obscenities rattled off in rapid succession,
Mankind seems to have lost all compassion.
Offensive, degraded and demoralized,
Cut each other down before our very eyes.
No one seems to notice these weapons that we hold,
Used more often in anger, so heartless, so cold.
Words are fired like bullets from a gun,
And here I stand, catching every one.
-samhudson
Comments
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Maurice Beres
There are beautiful words as well some in your own excellent poetry🦋 Sometimes we express our feelings in generalities 🦋That’s understandable But some of your pieces reflected those beautiful words 🦋l hope you’re able to use them again with conviction 🦋🦋🦋
Nov 03, 2019