Worded Weapon

Worded Weapon short poem

Photo by Horia Varlan

Words are mighty weapons,
They lash you like a whip,
Cut like a knife,
Slicing you into pieces.

Pelt you like stones,
Making wounds so deep,
They leave a scar,
Forever in the heart.

They pierce you like arrows,
With a gnawing pain,
And leave you oozing,
That drain your soul.

Words make or break,
Causing much heartache,
Leaving scarred memories,
Tying you in knots.

The heart pounding,
Rip apart the core,
A spill of words,
A reaction of rile.

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Laya Sarath
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Yes they are..one hsould know the art of conversation to live in this mighty world… LOved it geemee..powerful..

Viswas Menon
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Very true….words are indeed powerful….they can change lives….”wonderful” “well written” nicely conceived”…..enjoyed reading your creation…regards

Savi Mani
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Dear Geetha wonderful so true poem, words once spoken cannot be called back after it leaves ones mouth, so each word is to be weighed before its spoken, more than the speaker it hurts the one at the receiving end…….at times we dont mean what we say but wrong meaning gets conveyed………words can have positive and negative consequences …….nice thought provoking poem……..loved it.

Roopa
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One should taste his own words before spitting out .
Quite powerful words

ammu sachariah
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words can do many things in the positive and negative way. Well written.

Nikita Mehendiratta
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Truth..

Arun M Sivakrishna
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In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God..It is much later only, people have found out the other ways, words can be used..Powerful lines..

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