Best Armors Poems
The ballad most widely known
In Bhutan, a heroic tale of Tsewang Tashi.
Like the hero was selected to go
for the battle, so is he chosen to go for war
without armor.
Without armor?
would be your question.
Don't be astonished, for the war
is not against other worlds, neither between
different ethnic groups, but is the war
to combat the deadly disease of 2020,
yes! the pandemic covid-19
spreading quickly in every nation.
But why him?
would be your next question, but ask not
because he is not the king or the ministers
fighting wholeheartedly for the people.
Rather he is included,
to those group, who is on their
responsibility like any other individuals.
Why about him?
ask me that. I Phurchu Zam
like that of the heroic tale, awaits for his return.
Oh! that's about him, but its not.
For it is about Phurchu Zam
resembling my state, with hurdles in heart
massive than that of the man
who went for the war.
It is just a lonely night,
with your warmth lingering around,
just to fade away. The heroic tale
is sung and acted, mourning the tragedy
of nation's great hero. But who have the idea
what Phurchu Zam went through?
With her two fatherless kids,
with her hope like that of wings of a bird.
And that wings were broken,
For there is no hope, waiting for him.
I will wait, Just like Phurchu Zam
as he is my Tsewang Tashi.
Then am I her? No I am not,
For my hero will come
serving our country, with his selfless duty.
For he will be back,
as he knows his Phurchu Zam is waiting
counting on every seconds, for his
RETURN. He will be back,
without a wound in his body
though he went to fight,
A war without armors.
Categories:
armors, absence, cheer up, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
When This Broken, Only A Dark Sonnet Will Do
In deep melting pot of sorrow's dark, seeping doom
nightmares, I saw hearse caravans rolling through gloom;
with sad echoes of creaking wheels and painful shades
came immense agonies of ever piercing blades.
My soul sought shelter from splinters of dying wood
shielding grief stricken heart from dark barely withstood;
curse that penetrates spirit's armors, valor's halls
with clouds of poison gas, seeping through castle walls.
Midnight shadows came, danced in repugnant scenes
vomiting spittle, with hideous stagnant greens;
Fate and Time, delay dawn's lights, its needed reprieve
enjoy all the more, epic loss as crushed heart grieves.
Dawn, its promise reminds, faith saves from sinful life,
I remember death's terrors and its bloody knife.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2018
Dark Sonnet, ( Fate's Curses and Its Deep Plunged Daggers)
Categories:
armors, art, conflict, dark, death,
Form:
Sonnet
Hailed as “Pearl of the Orient Seas” is my country
God has blessed her with bounty so richly precious
Including a glorious, peculiar history…
That really makes me constantly freedom-conscious.
In Southeast Asia is where she's settled grandly
Possessing distinct culture she shares with neighbors;
Her heritage nurtured thru virtues lived by daily
Exposes me to good values as right armors.
With her triumphantly fought-for independence
Wrought by God’s sovereignty with people’s unity
Along heroes’ ardor, powered by love’s providence…
Now, I’m anchored by peace and justice-certainty.
By right governance, my country is doing well
Against evil society’s destructive attack
My fellow citizens’ great fortitude level
Helps me rise, as I, too, lift my pals at my back.
Midst challenges besetting my country’s courage
Despite crises and calamities she must face
Still, her residents stand resilient in every stage…
Thus, I do pray for her to prevail by God’s grace!
I thank God* for my good country and great nation,
This is where my identity is perfected...
“Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!” My assertion!
“Long live the Philippines!” I declare, elated!
*Psalm 69:30 I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.
August 23, 2018
Edited on June 25, 2023
1st place, "If Your Birthplace-country was a poem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 7/8/2023
Categories:
armors, appreciation, character, courage, freedom,
Form:
Quatrain
When the unforeseen mistrel swipes the land,
tiny warriors trudge against the force.
“Back down! Retreat!”, the general commands.
The musketeers recoil back on course.
Then the torrent readily disembarks,
the entire army rolls up horse and foot.
A few lucky ones hop on Noah’s ark,
their chiseled armors soaked with sludge and soot.
When many lightning bolts descend to strike,
the runnel puts on a golden brown cloak,
keep spinning to show and tell, like a tyke.
Unheeded, the beast goes berserk and croaks.
Then emerges an ugly tsunami,
too marred, the canoe gives in to this strife.
Unyielding, the orts repair unity,
primed to take it down head-on with their lives.
When the wreckage is wrecked with such a flair,
then their raw thumbs stands upright in the air.
Categories:
armors, boat, soldier, war, weather,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
You were the reason I stayed
but not the reason I'm gone today
for you I braved her torture
and even with a tumor of self hate
she still knocked me down
but I did not break down
"ugly, fat, stupid, thick
uhhhhh you make me sick"
words used by she
my mother who hates me
I nearly took my life you see
but I couldn't use the knife
I couldn't belike her
so now my armors stronger
I will win this battle for us two
just watch and you will see
Categories:
armors, abuse, anger, best friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Dancing rainbow shade, up!
Up! Up in the air!
Dutifully knight-like armors for me and my hair
From sunny light's warmth and glare
Enabling, granting me to run and play
From even sweet to mournful skies
With it... still, I can relax, enjoy a passing day
Wish I can move up! Up!
Grasp! Gripping! Using it's hand!
Naughty wind will blow us away!
Magically, soaring like the sleigh!
Hoping, no lightning shall struck,
It's spectrum of petals
Avoiding, any fatal dilemma
Yet, if heaven's light struck
I pray only a minor trauma
Such a probable day with my umbrella
by
olive_eloi
1:31 am
03/24/2014
CONTEST: Poem with a theme of "Umbrella" Free Poetry
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
4TH PLACE
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Categories:
armors, dream, fantasy, happy, imagery,
Form:
Light Verse
In your fears
I am insecure
In your hesitancy
I am left waiting
In your flight
I am alone
In your self doubt
I am inadequate
and in the shadows of your eyes
I find the trails of my mistakes
the recrimination for my selfishness
the evidence of my self-centered mess
In the palpable silence between us
is the weight of all our fears and pain
the distance that keeps us numb
armors our hearts from further pain
Staring across the table in contented silence,
Knowing though our aches are isolated and unvoiced,
the other knows all our voids, the shadows, and broken shards.
Our mutual lonesomeness is the glue of our Love, the binding of broken into One.
Categories:
armors, husband, loneliness, love, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
All my life, with all my soul.
Like music from the piano, my hands will bleed out battles
from the words spilled out from a poet’s hands.
Been quite a while since my soul bled on a page.
Been too long since my lyrics hit a stage.
Been quite a while since I’ve felt lifted,
but the words that travel through my veins
reiterate a soul still gifted.
When it rains it pours; evidence of my resilience.
Trials and tribulations and the flesh battling off addictions.
My afflictions- like a Picasso painting.
Been quite a while for that genuine smile to resurface.
But God’s love still hasn’t been restricted.
Fallen friends, like domino's have, yet still I stay strengthened.
Attitude like a multitude of determination.
Flood gates try to drown me out, but I'm still alive.
Fighting my way back like a lion; like an eagle in the sky.
Not giving up, refuse to fall down infinitely.
Frustration attempts to distract me but my armors on-
I'm fully strapped for these attacks.
It’s all about how I react, life isn’t easy.
But it’s worth the effort to figure out.
It’s been quite a while.
It’s been quite a while…
As my heart beats, my words bleed out like a runner running.
I won’t stop although I see you coming.
Because nothing from nothing leaves nothing.
I'm about something; and I admit.
Truth is…it’s been quite a while.
All my life, with all my soul.
Like music from the piano, my hands will bleed out battles… From the words.
From the words spilled out from a poet’s hands.
©StephanieGutierrez2015
Categories:
armors, addiction, courage, deep,
Form:
Lyric
As we headed with the shadows
Along the primrose path
You were bemused, you were afraid
You were alone
You let to live along with those
humanoids from the deep
Cursing you...
Yet you concealed your pain
With your smile that appeared so lone.
Once I misread your eyes
I lost my patience...
There I thought
I lost you forever
As thereafter I woke up
When I heard
You were crying all alone.
You heard me I was calling you
As I whispered your name
that traveled along with the wind -
I chanced to see you again
I sought to hear you again
I paced to walk with you again
I cherished to smile with you again
But all of a sudden
I lamented the words you said
Yet you cajoled me
As for the first time...
I realized...
I was afraid of losing you
When you will walk away to another life.
I tried to fight the humanoids
Those who cursed your life
Sometimes you misread me
And we bickered endless nights.
Yet we held each other tight
And tried to revel the days
with our playful acts
I enjoyed listening when you sung the 'Rik' rap,
You made me bellylaughed everytime
When you rhymed the 'honeybunch, sugarplum',
I spoke to you as long as I came to your dreams...
You made me to laugh out loud
When you mimicked my rude voice so accurately.
Thence you asgined me to be your knight
and you fronted a battle you wanted to fight -
I accepted and I was ready withal my armors
But all I lost
When I realized...my Queen's realm
was already occupied by those humanoids...
And my sword can't shed further blood
As my Queen is still living with her wounded soul.
I Wish where-ever you are
Be happy forever
And Still I know...
You can hear me
ANd so here are my last words
You will be remembered forever...
Lots of love,
Your Rik.
Categories:
armors, dedication, lost love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Now King Aurthur hail, hail
All the knights armors mail
Defending castles keep
Patronages we reap
In his kingdom enemies beat
From his armies fleet
By sword, bow and flail
Even thunder grows very deep
Fighting along this iron rail
Under siege fighting bale
Vikings on a ship setting sail
Viking ships now beat
Remember all hail
Good King Aurthur's seat
Saga
Categories:
armors, adventure, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
After plenty of days of hard work
This is the time of exemplifying your strength
Your confidence and inner power
Finally seen by my fellowmen
You may not see it but I feel the change
From the time you were innocent
Yet there was willingness and hunger
In your eyes there’s a starvation
Now you come in to me even better
Strong and want to be much better
This is your game, your time
You will play in your game
Bet you never want to waste any of those times
Our struggles will be paid off
We’ll now switch our armors
Lead what the future should be
The moment you’ve been waiting
Finally comes in just few days
Give your best shot and learn while you can
See how you’ll nail your own game
Categories:
armors, mentor, sports,
Form:
Free verse
(Fiction)
A Avatar as green as can be
Her skin so green that matches her zodiac nature
Her hair are as long silk like vines.
Her shiny armors are to powerful against human nature
A woman warrior indeed she is.
Her army suits are a perfect fit like a warrior princess.
Everything matches with nothing out of place.
When the wind blow her hair flows and smell like cherries.
She attracted the fools for love that like to be at her feet.
She will turn you to stone ice with a glare like Medusa.
Not even a prayer could save your soul from her glance.
Her throne she rules is made of gold and burgundy.
The floors are crystal and crystal clear.
Don't get her angry for if you dare, you won't be able to escape the revelation she prepare.
Categories:
armors, adventure, fantasy, imagery, poetry,
Form:
Vogon Poetry
We are the puppets of the lord! Our bodes are bouquets to furnish,
Inside our bodies are like armors which fight strive, protect and die.
But as they say everything god gives, returns to god after death.
In the same manner our bodies return to him.
But an exception I see in the soul inside all of us.
The soul created, lived and keeps living even after death.
It was created by god.
It returns o god but never gets destroyed.
I wonder why ? but I am glad to know anyway!
By Manthra
Categories:
armors, birth, child, death, god,
Form:
Free verse
Dragons and a dragon lord
And the flood of fire.
Confused centre of discord
Spill and spilling of blood.
Armors, spears and swords.
And there went the fire.
The sky blue
Wore the eyes, rage of grey
Shouts, hails and wails
The dragon and the prey.
Until the moon hue.
For nobility
Death disgraced
At the honour of dying
Protect the king!
Guard the castle!
For nobility.
We are expendables...
Categories:
armors, art,
Form:
Rhyme
You assigned me to be your knight
and you fronted a battle you wanted to fight -
While I gave an oath,
I will fence you so that you wake up with a smile.
I prayed to my emperor, my soul
and I will give you the halcyon regime -
While you give me the strength,
I will shield a rage against the foes who will curse.
I accepted and am all ready with my armors
and I will mentor you what I have,
While you can aggress the conflict -
I will design the battlefield so that I can combat from the front.
I will bleed but I wont let go a single drop from your eyes -
and I assure to defeat all the ill-spirit
While you live your entire life blithely -
I will then rest my soul on you withal my dignity.
Categories:
armors, life, love, peace, me,
Form:
Free verse