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Antihero Poems - Poems about Antihero


Antihero
Our love was superhuman Now it has become a ghosting promise The memories we shared together got lost in the sand we used stand in How could a love like this turn out so villainous? I became the antihero today I’m a stone cold killer of the love we once knew My heart leapt out of my chest and ran away I...

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Categories: antihero, first love, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
Death of a Hero
Until this day, your thoughts remain, But are you a hero or a villain? Are you one who laid his life For his people or for his wife? Your death paved for a revolution But was it really the resolution? Was it the quell for your people's grief Or the death of their own belief?...

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Categories: antihero, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Antihero Spawn
The Image comic’s antihero Spawn, born Albert Simmons, devil worshippers' son, becomes a high-ranking official in the CIA, and turns into a capable and ruthless assassin. To burn him to death, conspires Strinson, who sends him to rot permanently in hell, where the devil makes him a Hellspawn. With the brutally burnt body in pain, he eventually comes back to earth alive again, as...

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Categories: antihero, character, evil, hero,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Antihero
Brass knuckles type of brave no promises but pure of heart; No reason to care, the antihero; Shadows blanket the antihero, runs alone forced to be brave; Ice in their veins, reckless heart; Conflict tugs at the heart, the dichotomy of the antihero; Nothing to lose, not really brave; The brave heart of the antihero....

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Categories: antihero, courage, emotions, feelings, hero,
Form: Tritina
Antihero
Antihero An old stone built tower stands above all on the skyline; The curves of its body twisting spiral’s in the air. The moon shines around its peak, which reaches up so very high. It is surrounded by a castle keep, That is an image of a burnt out nightmare. The castle walls are in pieces, like its people, Cannon fodder...

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Categories: antihero, dark, death, evil, fantasy,
Form: I do not know?




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