Best Cavalry Poems

Hour ago raised the morning sun
The eastern army outnumbers the hussars fifteen to one
The battle has began
Hussar horses with thousand thundering hooves begun their run

Eastern army cannons and muskets will discharge
As the hussars push forward in awe inspiring charge
Before the muskets and cannons can recharge
The...

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Kill! Kill the enemy with no mercy and commence!
Charge! Charge with your heart immense.
Arise! Arise Men of the Commonwealth!
We will approach with great stealth 
Let the fiery heat of the sun burn 
in your hearts that strongly yearn
as you level your rifles
Be enchanted with the...

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On caparisoned, filleted camels do they 
Over the great, soft, tawny sands 
Ride;
Unfurled flags and tribal standards flown amidst them, 
In the very midst of them-
Of they, who astride great tan camels,
Seem rather scandent and saltant.
These are the irregular, well-armed cavalry of the 
"Men In...

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I ached. Was sore all over my body, my arms, my legs, my core.
My insides, my outsides, my get up and go had got up and gone to a war.
I didn’t know why my strength decided to leave. Leaving me all spent and beat.
Once I...

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(?) Emily Dickinson-
I know the cavalry of woe
Nations do not see.
None observe dying eyes,
No regards with love.
We trust in the angels
With feet and uniforms of snow....

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In battle dress, a king
Galloping on snow-white steed
Sword drawn and pointing ahead
Crown of iron and gold upon his head

Of a sudden he stops
From shining saddle he drops
Something caught his attention
Saintly praise from those commissioned

For a herd he calls
“Join me,” beckoning to all
Mounting up, resumes the...

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Five Thousand Men!  Blood flowing in the creek,
The deadly sweep and ‘whisst!’ of footman’s pike,
The cavalry broke through where lines were weak!
The smell of grass and loam, a caltrop’s* spike
That pushed right through my boot, and left me lame…
I’m on my own, now, I...

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Winning strength needs only modest display 
Our triumph drawn from hunger within us
Rival forces bear relentless foray
Battle needs bold face of festered brilliance

With dogged raw tooth fight, brandish valour 
Weapons are extensions of fortitude 
Victors despite opponents' callibre
Our status of formidable renewed 

Serving King, to...

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