Best Battles Poems

Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
Part Three, (the Conclusion)

Dawn, bright rays fell upon Achilles and his band
exiting ship, Greek sandals felt soft Trojan sands
with mighty magnificent Greek pride in courageous hearts
each seeking greater fame they knew would come as battle starts.

Landing all...

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“Let me be strong, for to be anything else is to languish in the abyss of compromise and to descend to places of impoverishment so destitute that they will squelch my soul and crush my heart.”
Craig D Lounsbrough 

When left to languish in lament.
Metaphorical swords...

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In eighteen seventy nine; twenty second of January 
Was the day of a great battle and for the Zulus victory 
At Isandlwana the Zulu army showed no fear
Against British guns, armed with shield and spear. 

Twelve thousand warriors from the Zulu nation 
Wiped out the...

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My heart was born a sonnet full of rhyme,
but the poet in me preferred free verse,
as syllable forms became a bore with time.
My heart was born a sonnet full of rhyme,
but the pen felt matching words was a crime,
as ink disputes led to writer's block...

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blue birch tree
behind the forest walls
staggering
in the  shadows
absorbing every howl.
The phantoms collide
with your seeds of sobriety...
their cackle intensifies
(barometer of your successes).
The golden brook is within your reach
of your denim fingertips..
so reach dear one reach.
like a star searches for its sweet burning heart
full of life...

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CONTEST BATTLES

I am a child in weaving poetry,
trying and trying my arms of bravery.
Hundreds, I posted to jail your eyes
to cease a moment; raise your vives!

Diving to swim in pools of poem challenges,
I plunge to learn and thread the verses
unafraid to anyone, competing from no...

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The people around me condemn and fight me;
Demons surround me;
confronts me;
My  wrong choices,
Those cuddled distracted voices;
The battles I've led;
Being misled;
In good health and sickness;
My sins, my shame;
I stop and plead the blood;
There is yet someone who yet who love
Sickness comes
Evil people shun
They hurt you
Abuse...

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The child, now sleeping, loudly snores.
The nightlight shines there on the wall.
If you could peer under the door,
The sight awaiting would enthrall:
It seems the toys have come to life!

They are engaged in no mere game:
A toyland battle to the death!
The superheroes are to blame;
The men...

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Streaking skyward the tracers rip
Into hanging soldiers
Falling about into mayhem
Pulsing through blood-filled ears
Hearing comrades scream
Understanding nothing
This is the war I found…

Hatred filled hardened hunter
Into smashed building
Homes pulverized rubble
Strewn about the decaying mass
The scorched metal burning
Bodies of the fallen men
The miasma of war I forever inhale…

Tigers...

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It’s a cold and bloody war
The heart has known many a fear... The eye shed many a tear
And dreams in wrecks have drifted back to shore

The war has been extensive, tumultuous in the mind
Towering over the weariness daubed across grey skies
Are only rare moments of...

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Lost Battles

Rubies and blue sapphires all winking in the sun
as they topple down the stream
today the bloodshed’s done.
Lo the fallen kingdom, the people all enslaved
wickedness upon them, not one will be saved.

Royal purple satin, overlaid in gold
carried in a babbling brook, 
collecting river mold.
Lo the...

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It's strange how God talks to us.
Sometimes in the wee hours of a sleepless night,
Sometimes a sweet voice appears in the background music of the vaccum cleaner.
Maybe while driving home from a tedious workday with the radio turned off.
Maybe awaken from sleep words pouring from...

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retired
is tired
but desirous...

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What made you so special my freckle faced friend..
the day I heard you singing to a record, from your window next door.
Bell bottom clad teenaged knock out, with a ballerina's step..     
In huge Cape Cod two story where dreams took form.

My...

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With a shade of colourless eyes
Have I looked upon a world of discrimination 
My nature is a rare form of uniqueness
And I defile every race by description 

Golden hair on pale silver skin 
An African white woman of Timbuktu  kin
I have danced to the...

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