Best Archers Poems

(The Merry Adventures of Robin Good)

Sherwood's Forest legendary, leading man 
up, down, tricking eggs between branches
slender, slander, his voice is growing thinner
twisting, turning heads 50...

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The Fall of The Winter King    

He had risen to power
fueled by a vicious and ruthless determination
to reclaim a lost throne.

His tactics...

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Image: Cloud Fantasy, by Susan Lawrence

On spring's green carpet I repose, revitalizing the soul
passing slow minutes pondering the sky

The lake whispers a morning meditation
as memories...

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        The labyrinth of love
        butterflies in stomach
   ...

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The battle begins with an assault on the hill
Our men respond knowing my will
The white warriors continue their drill as before
My men are confident to...

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Dawn broke
The eastern pink sky
Drew across the stars
As they faded and lost to the night

 

I called the eagle
To guide me
Piercing whistle
That I learnt as...

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Never again will you send my friend a frown
you will be shot down and you won't wear the crown
I as a doctor myself am ashamed...

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I remember those times of unawareness.
The innocent circle of found trust.
Its purity and purpose voicing its strategy, before the fallen chips of caution led to...

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Peacefully we chose to rest setting up our camp.
I was with the troops at sun rise before the arrow storm began.
Hailing from the sky and...

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As they reach the golden gates,
turning, they do face the foe,
the Arlaghs,
they would come with power and might,
too kill,
the ground will shake when they charge,
they...

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Written: September 19, 2023
Mocking The Dead Poetry Contest           Sponsored by: Silent One 
"Do not be...

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Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well 
  (In The Wastelands Of War)

Warm as breath on placid skin,
Soft as gentle summer rains,
Loud as natures angry...

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Castle On A Hill




            Centuries ago built by hand with stones
   ...

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Mighty oars to take us away from our shores
Our horsemen marshal their men at arms
The trek is long, battles of the blood-soaked 
Our swords we...

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The archers’ line was straddled,
By many a shapely calf.
The Marshall called the nocking,
And winked at the pretty lass.

The Maiden drew the bowstring back,
To her ruddy...

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