[Soaring Feather]

Arranging words
to make sense
a word smithies job
or is it plight
to make it right
We rant and rave
the truth we seek
our words are sharp
as swords in war
shave to the bone
of hurt and pain
so don't mess with us
we know the game!

[Conspiracy Guy]

Words are like arrows,
Aim them with care.
Be sure of the target,
When they take air.
Aim down the shaft,
Release when you on.
They can be loving,
Or cut to the bone.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Words are like arrows,
Aim them with care.
Be sure of the target,
When they take air.
Aim down the shaft,
Release when you're on.
They can be loving,
Or cut to the bone.

[Colonel_Flagg]

A master of language
The Colonel is not
My prose is not pithy
Cold, rather than hot

Yet it seems not to matter
Snug here in the Lair
My feelings flow freely
I let down my hair

What there is of it ... :)

[Darksheare]

with words aflame
we carve our names
for scrambled fame in vain
But touching deep
the silence keep
a hollow echo'd dreamy sleep
But in the morn
lives tossed and torn
the loss of youth's innocence we mourn.