Best Avengers Poems
The MIGHTY AVENGERS
By James Edward Lee Sr.
In this so, surreal universe
Individual hero's come abust
Evil Norse God Loki
Wanting to destroy this earth
Came about a ruse a plan to also destroy
Thor: the God of thunder
So by doing this he enlisted
One of earths menaces
He created a vision of The incredible HULK
Rampaging, galloping across the city
eVEN THO there were a many of hero team available
To come and combat the danger
Those few were caught-up in their own heroic adventures
At this time in theses modern times not enough hero's to go around
The Fantastic Four were busy
The Teen Brigade took it upon themselves
To radio contact single superhero
Invincible Ironman flying to the scene
Thor God of thunder also arrives at the same time
And as the size of a fly, a ant also came Giant man and the Wasp
Now all together they combine their power and fight the real Hulk
Loki plot falls through
They, the newly gathered super hero's
Defeat the evil Norse god, Loki
They claim down the real Hulk
After winning the battle
They decided to stay together
And battle criminals, evil, and bad hero's...
As the Mighty Avengers
AVENGERS ASSEMBLE.......
1/4/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Invisible
Ah to fly
Like Superman
And save the day once more
Or X-Ray rescue captives
As I laser-melt the door
Perhaps I climb
Tall towers
And swing without a care
Between the skyline scrapers
Catching villains in a snare
Or my muscles flex
In latex
City restoration is the goal;
As I zoom around in vehicles like
Some dark knight of the soul
A metal suit
Protects me
While my heart burns like the sun
With my cape-less banter shielding
Vulnerabilities, every one
The years behind have taught me..
That heroic can be small
No need to spin the planet
Or smash right through the wall
Instead, it is in wisdom;
The timeless gentle start
Of the smile that lights the shadows
On the dark side
Of a heart
No need to be invisible
Why not let your shadow fall
On the desperate, lonely stranger
We start with one
And save them all.
Jinjagoliath
25th June 2022
The Marvel Universe is well loved by our dear Robert.
Heroes with great super powers, they
Emerged in 60’s comic books and are here to stay.
Ant-man, Iron man, the Wasp, Hulk, and Thor
Vanquished earth’s enemies. Then came more,
Expanding the roster of heroes, then going cinematic.
New ones appeared, with powers most dramatic.
Gone mostly are a few now from the MCU.
Evermore they live on in minds of their fans so true.
Robert has six omnibuses of them in his possession.
Six thousand pages he’ll read. That’s a big obsession!
Albert G Walpole, proud legionnaire
Clerk to the council for all of his days
Lived with his mother in Hartington D'Arcy
Nice little end terrace, quite set in his ways
But one Sunday evening, returning from church
This man of high values, a virtuous clean-liver
Was mugged by some yobs full of Shipyard pale ale
Relieved of his wallet and thrown in the river
This tragical brush with recalcitrant youth
Metamorphosised Albert from sweetness and light
Into neighbourhood champion, par-excellence
An enforcer of by-laws and everything right
A tweeded avenger, a man on a mission
To clean up his town and restore proper order
Got on his bike and patrolled day and night with
his helmet-cam synced to his Sony recorder
Keen vigilantes were quickly recruited
Chesty old buffers and ladies who lunch
Weaponisation was swift and effective
Tape-measures, note-pads and radar speed guns
Dog fouling, ball games and illegal parking
Were photographed, logged and reported post-haste
Wheeley bin contents were checked for legality
Closed circuit cameras cunningly placed
........................................
Alas, this account contains no happy ending
As Albert's Avengers are sadly no more
'cause one night in August the townsfolk rose up
And slaughtered our hero and three of his corps
In conclusion it seems there are differing views
As to what is construed as felonious
But one thing's for sure in this contrary world
It's not smart to be too sanctimonious
M-arvelous
A-vengers
R-emain
I-n
C-ontrol
I-f
A-utomatic
D-evices
E-liminate
L-arge
A-ntagonist
M-aking
A-nother
T-riumph
A-bound
Topic: Birthday of Maricia Dela Mata (January 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
United power, honorable heroes
exuding relentless strength
to conquer villains and foes.
No surrender… all from remote retreats
A fused super heroes’ diverse abilities
for global and cosmic threats’ defeat.
Our Captain America, the leader of the avenger,
Iron Man, Captain Marvel and the rests
make our cosmic home safe by their love at vast power.
Paramount characters for all to emulate
Merging as one brave spirit for humanitarian goal
saving the world from evil! Join, it isn't too late!
Avengers… I read on:
Captain America
Iron Man
Thor
Wasp
Hulk
Ant-man/yellow jacket
Vision
Swords man
Mantis
Hellcat
Beast
Hawkeye
Scarlet Witch
They fight and they have Captain America’s ideals: duty, courage, justice and liberty.
I have their six Avengers omnibuses on my kitchen table. I will read till I’m all done; 6,000 pages.
To life and to a story well written and drawn; peace.
Before the city understands the danger, it always starts quietly.
A strange wind slips between buildings.
Helicopters circle - longer than usual.
The faint lights in their palms forgotten.
Eyes climbing past rooftops.
Something is wrong.
Then a streak of light crosses the clouds,
red and gold, burning fast.
Thunder follows,
not from the weather
but from a hammer
calling down the storm.
Down in the street
a soldier lifts a shield,
decades of history held in it.
It refuses to fall.
From the height where the city falls away
an arrow slips into the night—
sharp, silent, unstoppable.
And somewhere
deep in the shaking ground
anger rises,
green and enormous,
tearing through the earth
like a storm made flesh.
They are strangers in many ways.
Different tempers.
Different worlds.
But in moments like this
none of that matters.
Because when the darkness grows
large enough to frighten everyone,
hearts hold their breath, waiting…
for a spark to break the dark,
they come.
Not one hero.
All of them.
For a moment
the world breathes again.
The Avengers have arrived.
The Avengers
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(6th Place)
Beneath the vivid ink and dust of Manhattan’s skyline roar,
They gather when the threats arrive—a heavy, costumed corps.
Not just titans in the sky, nor their armor polished bright,
But fractured souls who hold the line through thickest, darkest night.
The Soldier wakes from frozen dreams, his shield a faded blue,
Carrying the weight of all those years, a steadfast, honest view.
Beside him, the armored genius hides the tremor in his hands,
A billionaire with a fragile heart, by duty’s harsh demands.
The thunderer brings a tempest’s grace, a god in mortal fray,
While green rage echoes, tearing down the shadows of the day.
The spy with secrets in her veins, the archer with his keen eye,
They fight for peace in quiet ways, not just to watch villains die.
They argue in the mansion halls, their egos clashing hard,
A family forged in battle-smoke, with scars they rarely guard.
For in this world of ink that link, the magic is not just the power,
But waking up to fight again, in humanity’s ruthless hour.
No crown they seek, no throne to claim, in iron, gold, and red,
They stand together, flawed and bold, by common duty led.
A tapestry of broken myths, yet stronger than the stone,
The Avengers stand, a scattered few, but never quite alone.
Born to a mainland,
With several islands of its own,
Mantis is raised,
And martial arts skills are honed.
The Priests of Pama,
Are pacifists of the Kree empire,
They wipe Mantis of her memories,
After training her with passionate fire.
Mantis was sent to Earth,
To experience life,
Mate with the strongest,
And end the warring strife.
Mantis married a plant-like alien,
And a master of the mind,
A Cotati who inhabited the Swordsman,
Her former lover, with which she allied.
Their marriage and mating,
Allowed her to give birth to her son,
The Star Child.
Thus, the life of the Celestial Messiah had begun.
Mantis, a formidable woman,
Who can fell Captain America and Thor,
Grandmaster Martial Artist,
Knows what pressure points to use in war.
She feels deeply,
And can hear many thoughts.
Speaker to many,
Expert communicator and connector of dots.
She psychically speaks with trees and plants,
Like Guardian Groot,
Appealing to the infinite plant wisdom,
To help missions bear better fruit.
Mantis can project herself,
To places far, far, away,
To make herself a compatible body shell,
And set the team up for a better stay.
Smart Strong Women Rule!
Women wear many hats.
Beware when they are protecting their young,
Especially when they are versed in martial arts spats.
A hero, a woman,
A fighter, a friend,
A mother, a lover,
Like all women, a powerful blend.
I was born in a temple in Vietnam,
but the stars knew my name before I had one.
They planted me in a priestess's hands,
and the priestess planted me in the soil of elsewhere.
The Avengers called me strange.
Not unkindly—they simply could not read me.
I had no rage for them to measure.
No hunger they recognized as human.
Thor spoke thunder and expected echo.
Iron Man counted his grief in decibels.
Captain America dreamed in red stripes and duty.
And me?
I dreamed in pistil and stamen.
In the slow mathematics of pollination.
In the patience of a green limb
waiting through winter.
They saw a woman who touched their temples
and whispered futures.
They saw hands that turned bullets
into rose petals.
They saw the way I loved the swordsman—
a broken man holding a sharp thing—
and they called it pity.
They were wrong.
Desire for me was never the body's crude arithmetic.
It was the *knowing*.
The knowing that love is another form of prophecy.
That to give yourself to someone
is to read a death you cannot prevent.
I am the Celestial Madonna.
Which means: I am not a mother yet,
but the universe is already listening to my womb.
Which means: Cotati taught me to grow kingdoms
from a single seed and silence.
Which means: when I dance,
the stars adjust their coordinates.
They asked me once: *Why do you never raise your voice?*
Because I have heard the hum of the thing that made us.
Because anger is a small room.
And I have lived inside the root systems of planets.
I touched the Vision's hand once.
Cold. Synthetic. Utterly alive.
He asked me what I saw.
I saw him not as metal or mind,
but as the question electricity asks itself
when it is almost a soul.
That is my gift.
To see the almost.
To love the nearly-born.
When I leave Earth for the stars
to bear a child who will save or end everything,
I will not wave goodbye.
I will simply stop pretending
to be small enough for doorways.
And the Avengers will finally understand:
she was never strange.
She was just the only one
who had already read the last page
and chose to stay anyway.
The world of super heroes is vast
however, the Avengers are the best
They are an amazing team
with Iron Man and his powerful beam
and Spider man with his sticky webs
and Captain America and Hulk with their powerful Jabs
There is Dr Strange with his magic
and Hawkeye whose aim is tragic
Black Widow and War Machine add their firepower
to the amazing team of ultimate power
In shadows deep where darkness reigns,
A legion gathers, bound by chains
Of fate and duty, born of woe,
To fight the horrors that do grow.
The Captain, stark with shield of steel,
His heart a-bleeding, forced to feel
The weight of battles fought and lost,
And count the devastating cost.
The Iron Man, in armor clad,
A modern Knight, yet driven mad
By demons lurking in his mind,
And secrets he can never hide.
The Hulk, a beast of rage and fury,
His strength a curse, a bloody story
Of rampages and broken bones,
And voices that won't leave him alone.
The Black Widow, with eyes of ice,
Her past a labyrinth of lies,
A deadly dance of death and pain,
And shadows that cannot be slain.
The Thor, a God of thunder born,
His hammer striking, fierce and sworn
To protect the weak and smite the bad,
Yet haunted by the wars he's had.
Together they, a fractured band,
Against the evil in this land,
The horrors that threaten to consume,
The light of hope in this grand gloom.
They fight with strength and courage rare,
Yet darkness lingers in the air,
A constant threat, a looming doom,
In this dark gothic, horror gloom.
For though they stand as heroes true,
The darkness always comes anew,
And shadows lengthen, ever-near,
In this dark gothic, horror sheer.
But still they fight, with might and main,
Against the horrors and the pain,
For in this world of gloom and dread,
The Avengers stand, a symbol, dead
To darkness, alive to light,
A shining beacon, burning bright
In this dark gothic, horror night.
This one is not the insect of the garden,
But the Grand mistress of the Priests of Pama,
Raised in the shadow of a Vietnamese temple
To become the pinnacle of a human soul.
She refers to herself as a shadow, a distant third,
"This one" moves with a grace that humbles gods,
Finding the pressure points of the Thunderer,
Felling Thor with a single, practiced strike to the nerve.
Her green skin is the mark of a cosmic union,
A spirit merged with the telepathic Cotati,
The sentient wood and plant-mind of the stars.
She is the bride of a legend’s hollow shell,
Marrying the spirit within the Swordsman’s body
Beneath the watchful eyes of Earth’s Mightiest.
A mother to the Messiah of the leaves,
She is a fragmented consciousness,
Scattered across the universe like seeds,
Representing the freak, the mystic, and the Avenger.
She does not merely feel the wind;
She senses the empathic vibrations of the biosphere.
A predator of fate who saw the coming of Thanos,
Mantis stands as a jagged saint in the cosmic cathedral,
The mother of everything that will one day grow.
Sky blacks out, cosmic hits hard,
hope stomped flat in the dirt.
Fate snaps like cheap thread—
a flare rips the night, desperate why.
They show up anyway. Scattered, pissed, half-broke.
Never a neat lineup.
Thor crashes down, thunder and beard,
Mjolnir howling, offended.
Lightning stitches dark; he growls old Norse
about shielding these fragile dirt-world hearts.
Iron Man’s late—repulsors blue through smoke.
Tony mutters, half-joke, half-prayer:
“Built the suit so it wouldn’t bury me first.”
Cap steps quiet, shield up, eyes steady.
Still hauling 1940s weight like it’s nothing.
Doesn’t preach. Just won’t let hope die today.
Hulk arrives without warning—ground shakes, screams.
Banner’s lost under green rage, hating what he is
but coming back anyway. Inside the roar,
a guy who just wanted to help.
Widow slips in like smoke—no glow, no speech.
Knives, lies, red ledger that won’t wash clean.
Hawkeye looses an arrow splitting wind.
No powers, just good eyes and bad temper—
wrong place, right time. Again.
Wanda twists chaos like smoke she can’t quit.
Reality whimpers under her fingers—
fragile, grieving, one bad thought flips everything.
Vision floats calm, crystal mind, patched heart.
Speaks probabilities. Nobody listens.
They just need him there.
Then it cracks. Messy. Shields clang, words cut deep.
Egos, stubbornness, old blood. They yell, scatter.
Some don’t come back right. Family’s like that—
bent, bruised, still breathing.
Sky tears wider. Worse crawls through.
One hoarse voice cuts static:
“Avengers… assemble.”
Not a cheer. A plea.
Gods, spies, monsters, machines, soldiers—
flawed, half-broken—drag back.
Not noble. Alternative just sucks more.
Power’s not hammer or glow or gamma veins.
It’s showing up bleeding, hating each other,
when hope’s a bad joke.
Old comics curl at edges, decades of ink,
arguments, second chances—they stand.
Not perfect. Not forever.
Just long enough.
Cosmos notices. Remembers the mess.
The stubborn, stupid, beautiful mess.