Words as Weapons

Let's not hold back when we want to be an a*s

Let's not hide behind our hypocritical mask

 

How infantile are we, when we paint another's picture

An artist using a God-given talent to manipulate ones stature

 

Words are influential, and are used for your mass destruction

Words penned on paper resulting in reader's negative assumption

 

Defending myself puts me at your ever descending level

For as you paint your picture, I slowly become the devil

 

Here I sit and wonder as I let your last punch taunt my inner being

Keep packing your punch as scars inside will be forever accumulating

 

Reviews

[Michael X]

Wow, this is passionate and very smooth, the transitions are perfect,
the expressive meaning is insightful and really draws the reader to ponder.
the insightful nature leaves the heart with a feeling of added knowledge,
in way of searching one's own understanding of the power of words,
Awsome poem, I senicerely enjoyed the scope of depth and truth. Great job.

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

I forgot to give you points. this = 100

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

I feel blessed by this reminder. There is a huge power inside words, they can be taken in many directions depending on the mood of the reader. You use them with stregnth and wisdom.
I like the fourth stanza especially for its wisdom.

[Carl]

Words carry weight. A insult or a harsh comment can do more damage than a fist ever could. How frustrating it is when Poets Writrers and those who have been given the talent of putting words on a page use it for anothers destruction. Now i'm all for being passionate and vocal to build another up self confidence is everything but never to tear another down. I liked the last sentance of your peice about the scars accumulating its the hiddeen scars that people don't see I got a bad review so won't be writing again or they slated me and my work so my furrey in to poetry stops here, how sad it is that so many stories poems and work of liriture have not been written because of anothers comments. Please be aware of anothers feelings and the emotions that have gone in to a peice of work
A poem of only a few lines might have been the toughest thing someone has ever done ........

[Barbara Walker]

Let 'em have it, girl!

[LonelySoul]

tlk about a good rant?
hmmm...nice work... d:?)
feels good to let it out,sometimes, huh?

[Poets Soul]

Ah yes, the sparing of words, "Let's not hold back when we want to be an a*s Let's not hide behind our hypocritical mask". What great opening lines. Write on. ty PS

[Samuel Dickens]

That's how it seems to be for me. Each hurtful word adds up over time until it's no longer a small scratch but a gaping wound. It's much worse when those scratches come from someone you love.Words are weapons--just as much so as any knife or gun. The damage goes deep and is not easily healed.

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

Excellent! Just love the flow and the snap of these words - they really make their mark!

Kath

[K. Carver]

I like the way it flows. once again, VERY NICE!

[Kitty]

Girl, you know what I have to say about words..

With words God created the world, and us.
With words we can all be made to feel very little or even insignificant..
With words we build wonderful, creative, confident children or break them while they are still fragile.
With words we bring blessings from the supernatural to the natural.
With words we confess that Jesus is the son of God and receive eternal life.

"Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit." (Proverbs 18:21)

"There is one who speaks like the piercings of a sword, but the tongue of the wise promotes health. The truthful lip shall be established forever, but a lying tongue is but for a moment." (Proverbs 12:18)

"The mouth of the righteous is a well of life, but violence covers the mouth of the wicked." (Proverbs 10:11)

"A wholesome tongue is a tree of life, but perverseness in it breaks the spirit." (Proverbs 15:4)

...and God can keep going...lol



Wonderful and wise write my dear.. you never seize to amaze me.


Write on,

Melba