Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	02-June 20:23:33 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 184649 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => MY WEAPON [time] => 2017-11-24 22:38:09 [hometext] => dEDICATED TO eVERY pOEM EVER WRITTEN BY MAN, WOMAN OR CHILD. eVERY WORD ON PAPER IS A PIECE OF HISTORY [bodytext] => I chose a weapon to fight a war,
I chose it wisely with no remorse.
My weapon would fight and protect me too,
I will not lay down nor bid ado.

My weapon speaks,
It has the strength of swords.
Has power everlasting,
It’s fort many wars.

And as leaders come and leaders go,
My weapon strikes, blow by blow.
It lays down laws and make reason from none,
Its power has history for future times to come.

My weapon of choice is not a sword, Not a gun nor brings gore,
but held by most, in supreme awe!
For my weapon is simple, you will know it when,
I tell you my weapon, is my poem and my pen!

BY TERRY WEST
COPYRIGHT 2017
[comments] => 3 [counter] => 263 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Redwest802 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )

MY WEAPON

Contributed by Redwest802 on Friday, 24th November 2017 @ 10:38:09 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

I chose a weapon to fight a war,
I chose it wisely with no remorse.
My weapon would fight and protect me too,
I will not lay down nor bid ado.

My weapon speaks,
It has the strength of swords.
Has power everlasting,
It’s fort many wars.

And as leaders come and leaders go,
My weapon strikes, blow by blow.
It lays down laws and make reason from none,
Its power has history for future times to come.

My weapon of choice is not a sword, Not a gun nor brings gore,
but held by most, in supreme awe!
For my weapon is simple, you will know it when,
I tell you my weapon, is my poem and my pen!

BY TERRY WEST
COPYRIGHT 2017

Copyright Â© Redwest802 ... [ 2017-11-24 22:38:09]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: MY WEAPON (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 25th November 2017 @ 03:44:48 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

the weapon of inspiration,
A gathering with people.
the weapon of thoughts,
alone, if the morning comes
along the trail and the what it brings, whatever it may,
rearranged, could you trace how many thoughts
or from where they might come,
without saying thanks to that deer
who came out to greet ya,
I went to college to be a clown
clown college and with facial
expression I learned to convey
happiness, sadness, reverie
the way a dying person dies with a
smile upon their face, the way a dying
person dies not expecting to, the dark evil clown,
the victim, with no one around to see, or the exploding
clown, the bomb was attached around the clowns neck, and by remote control it would go off unless as instructed the clown robbed the bank and dropped the cash off in a ditch by the local bar where his so called clown buddies drank and then piled into the 1987 Fiat
And then there you were sitting in prison with
a clown face tattoo/'/d on your face and no matter what you say, you are pigeon holed as one from the Aryan Race. It is not a happy day then. To say the least.

Not sure where that came from. Light dancing off shadow bouncing against stepping stones. We are gird, girded
you inspire. I am just kidding of course - about the clown stuff, that is.

Peace!

Re: MY WEAPON (User Rating: 1 )
by Shadowman on Saturday, 25th November 2017 @ 08:32:45 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

it is amazing how two people can have the same inspiration but their execution is entirely different. That being said, you sir did a great job. I loved this poem. Id appreciate it if you read my poem called A Sense of Self, i believe it mirrors this one nicely.

Re: MY WEAPON (User Rating: 1 )
by nightwolf on Saturday, 25th November 2017 @ 08:25:15 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

There is a strong feeling of pride in this piece. I really enjoyed it

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. Â©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright Â© to their submitter. All the rest Copyright Â© 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com