Best Damsels In Distress Poems
The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there”.
He gazed upon a little boy while waking from his nap
Then reached down with a sweeping move and placed him in his lap
The child was carrying a book that he wanted him to see
He held it up and asked him “Grandpa, will you read to me”?
The old man cleaned his glasses then opened up the book
And suddenly the two of them a wonderous journey took
They ventured lands so far away, sailed seas not sailed before
Met knights and kings and wizards on every distant shore.
Together they fought dragons, saved damsels in distress
Freeing lands of monsters and the treasures they possess
When the old man closed the cover to end their magic ride
He told the boy “We're much like books, what's important is inside”.
But one day when the boy arrived and rushed to Grandpas chair
Much to his disappointment, his Grandpa was not there
He ran to find his mother for surely she would know
Why the chair was empty, where did his Grandpa go
She sat him down and asked him if he remembered in each book
The adventures and the journeys that he and Grandpa took
He took you there to show you the things that you can find
The wonders that are yours to see if you open up your mind.
But he still walks beside you in the stories you have read
You're not left to go alone, he’s just gone on ahead
The child then went and chose a book and climbed up in the chair
And opening up the cover whispered “Grandpa, are you there”?
Categories:
damsels in distress, childhood, loss, sadold, child,
Form:
Couplet
Redemption Knight
He rode the wind on mighty steed
He drove it fast to gain more speed
To win the maiden: noble deed
As he galloped in the night…
He found his damsel in distress
With dragon claws clutching her dress
Disheveled hair and heart astress
As he galloped within sight…
One swift leap and he came aground
His rebel yell a mighty sound
Courage to fight in her he found
As he strode into her plight…
She gazed at eyes of azure blue
A depth of love she never knew
For handsome knight so brave and true
As she held on with her might…
He sunk he sword in to the hilt
Dragon heart blood to ground was spilt
Caught the damsel about to wilt
As his valor set things right…
In his strong arms she found her place
She gazed into his angel face
Between their bodies not a space
As the night was tinged with light…
He bowed his head to plant a kiss
A song of love, no dragon hiss
Her world now filled with utter bliss
As to heaven they took flight….
For Isaiah Zerbest Medaeval contest
August 3, 2013
2nd place win
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The Knights are Dead
The knights in shining armor have all died
the damsels in distress are left...distressed
what once was chivalry and manly pride
by silence in the fight is now expressed
Where are the men who knew the right from wrong
who'd come to save a weaker one from pain
perhaps they have forgotten to be strong
their pleasure and their peace they want to gain
And so they leave the wounded in the field
Endeavoring to find what brings delight
forgotten are the ones they were to shield
They leave them there to suffer through the night
You were a knight, but that you are no more
those days are gone, they only live in lore
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
damsels in distress, romance, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Sunflowers,
cheddar-cheese petals
surrounding seedy-brown-mustard centers,
stand guard over hot summer pavement
like mighty oaks.
Laughing children
run in and out the yellow forest,
slaying dragons,
rescuing damsels in distress,
then pretending to be astronauts
sailing across space
to a planet inhabited
by tall, green stalk-like aliens
with golden helmets.
Did van Gogh imagine such things
as he painted so many saffron blooms?
Did their sunny dispositions
have any effect on him?
Did he really love those festive flowers?
Look for answers in the pensive starry night.
Categories:
damsels in distress, art, childhood, flower, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Sitting at the keybored
symbols mired in my head,
lacking inspiration, filled with exasperation,
I think that I'll just hobble back to bed!
Images of castles and damsels in distress
are not forthcoming, would be quite becoming,
right now I'd take a wrestler in a dress.
A wrestler in a dress! now there's a picture!
something to pique my poor beleaguered soul;
he sports a tutu quite delectable, not at all prim
and respectable, and by no measure neglectable,
I'm finally on a roll!
Categories:
damsels in distress, introspection
Form:
Verse
Come, and lay here, on this soft grassy hill
hear stories I'll tell from yesteryear
the sun is setting... the air calm and fair
though a gentle breeze can caress your hair
listen, my dear, about the dragons you fear
allow your ears to be aware of the stories I bring
of Damsels in distress, of Knights and their King
lay your head down on the grass to listen
I'll brush the hair away from eyes that glisten
so they may stay open as each story unfolds
of ladies in love with their Knights so bold
once upon a time... there was a maiden on a hill
with light in her eyes... she lays without fear
wanting to hear stories about yesteryear
5/17/18
Categories:
damsels in distress, love,
Form:
Free verse
At this very moment coolies screamed, ‘train',
We scampered packing up our bags and bales,
A long-awaited train’s a certain bane,
But this one turned a boon, such were the tales,
An English gentleman hailed our hero
From his carriage and we parted to go
Our diverse ways—to our cattle-class seat,
There was no chance to know who that man was,
Nor yet more light on his tale could be lit,
Indeed, never-ending may prove some pause.
Some truths, some lies of life lie ever so,
Maybe, he took us as credulous fools,
A painful nerve and anxious seldom cools,
Some truths and lies born are never to know,
Perchance the man minted fun at our cost,
And damsels in distress lay buried, lost.
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana, divided in I to XIV parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.
Categories:
damsels in distress, allusion, bangla, fantasy, mystery,
Form:
Narrative
When your days are numbered
When it's time to pass on
What will be your story
You'll choose to leave the world
Will you leave a romantic novel
With hero's and horses
Rescuing damsels in distress
Fixing hearts that are broken
Will your life be an adventure
Traveling far and abroad
Whether by air on a plane
Will you stretch your sea legs out
Maybe a horror story
Will be your demise
You tried everything to escape
But your soul it still died
Some choose comedy
It masks all the pain
They laugh and laugh
Leaving pleasure in stead
No matter your choosing
It's your life to tell
So do it with passion
Make sure that it sells
Categories:
damsels in distress, books, imagination, life,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The knights in shining armor have all died
the damsels in distress are left...distressed
what once was chivalry and manly pride
by silence in the fight is now expressed
Where are the men who knew the right from wrong
who'd come to save a weaker one from pain
perhaps they have forgotten to be strong
their pleasure and their peace they want to gain
And so they leave the wounded in the field
Endeavoring to find what brings delight
forgotten are the ones they were to shield
They leave them there to suffer through the night
You were a knight, but that you are no more
those days are gone, they only live in lore
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
damsels in distress, truth,
Form:
Sonnet
We've come across scammers,
white elephants,
damsels in distress,
fake online banks,
false prophets....
At one time in our lives we've thought
that we have neared or reached our
breakthrough,
only for reality to sink in painfully,
reminding us of fool's gold....
Date of Entry: 13/11/2016
Categories:
damsels in distress, change, heartbroken, humanity, life,
Form:
Free verse
He never understands the world though societies eyes,
the pain inside more than he can bear anymore,
just one more broken soldier,
never even seen combat yet,
yet wanting to go over to distant lands so much,
to escape the loneliness he feels in his own home, his own country,
searching for the meaning of life where madness reigns true,
what does God want of me, how can I best serve him,
how can he best serve his country,
how can he escape the darkness,
just one more broken soldier,
looking to war to fix him,
looking for a best friend in troubled times,
looking for someone to fix his heart,
tired of being scared,
not of death,
not of being hurt in war,
but scared of being inadequate, unwanted,
tired of searching for those hero stories, those fairy tales of love and redemption,
running forward right into the very walls that are thrown at him,
never getting close enough to show his true colors,
drowning in a sea of troubles,
growing and angry with despair,
but a soldier he stands never retreating,
never willing to quit,
never leaving anyone who has fallen on the path to fend for themselves,
and at times being used by the very people he wants to help,
the tears on his cheek the only reminders of his work,
completed but unappreciated,
the blood he has spilled only his own,
the bruises everlasting, turning into invisible scars that only he sees and feels as he tries to go on,
the cold look in his eyes the result of years of pain,
his stance only able to hold for the Honor and truth inside him,
never will he fall below the standards set by God and men,
not boys, not users of women, but men who appreciate their lovers, wives and sweethearts,
their damsels in distress in the stone tower,
but hesitant to get to close,
the rocks and stones maybe thrown again,
and even when they do we stand true taking the blows,
vainly hoping the steady flow will cease and they will realize we are wearing not shinny armor,
not riding a white horse,
but dressed casually, and riding a black horse,
we are not symbolic, because he is normal and true,
he will not display what you want,
but rather what you need,
he is still one broken soldier, searching for the truth,
maybe Iraq will show it to him....to me
Categories:
damsels in distress, soldier,
Form:
Bio
I dreamed of princes and damsels in distress,
While a sleeping giant in a cave does rest.
The dragon slumber with fire at it side,
People are frightened so they run and hide.
With fear in their eyes the kingdom rules
Fire versus the sword are the battle tools.
With a single breath all the kingdom shall burn,
What if slumber is all the dragon yearns.
Along comes a prince with intentions to slay.
The battle is set with the dragon today.
The dragon has wings to just fly away,
Can we understand why he even stays?
Still a battle seems to be in sight,
Visions of fire burn through the night.
Perhaps the dragon is misunderstood
Maybe he would tell us if he could.
The dragon’s fire waits in the wake,
Waking this giant might be a mistake.
The kingdom’s in peril so the battle is set.
When you play with fire, burnt you will get.
Still they all wish for the dragon to be gone,
As the kingdom burns it does matter how long.
What if the dragon was happy to sleep?
There no turning back when you get in too deep.
I wonder what’s the greater evil or good.
Maybe the dragon is just misunderstood.
As the kingdom burns consumed in fire,
I wonder was this the dragon’s desire.
Categories:
damsels in distress, children, imagination, fire, fire,
Form:
Narrative
Carrying me in his arms
protecting me from harm
A knight in shining armor
Damsels in distress
I am no fairy princess
Categories:
damsels in distress, fantasy, happiness, imagination, loveme,
Form:
Rhyme
Things that live in webbed corners of our mind,
that lurk under our beds or in the closet we soon find,
love the dark of gloom, the delicious smell of fright,
fertile dreams edge into heart-thumping terrors of the night.
A simple closet changes into the portal between fantasy and real,
shadows manifest out of every goosebump and beads of sweat we feel,
logic switches off and imagination wakes and monsters rule our brain,
and suddenly we are transported back to our childhood once again.
Gone are the thoughts of inlaws, taxes and the many burdens we bear,
We now are riding dragons and vanquishing monsters of land and air,
Warriors of strength and valour, failure is not known in this realm,
For King, Kith and Kin, with sword raised, we cannot be overwhelmed.
As a child, we were hero, warrior and victor to damsels in distress,
we cared nothing for wealth, fame and the way we looked and dressed,
So come on Boogey-Man, Dracula and things that go bump in the night,
with our imaginations free and clear we will conquer you with our might!
©Jane Richer
11/10/2006
Categories:
damsels in distress, adventure, childhood, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
I saw a Band of Royal Knights
upon their mighty Steeds
Coat of Arms, A-gleaming
Herald Heroic Deeds...
One is Valor, One is Truth
Chivalry and Might
Another, Honor, Loyalty
Justice and Light
Charity and Chastity
and Faith, Their Golden Spurs
Those Bold, Polished Lords
Oh! Such Handsome Sirs!
Their Pennants were the Ladies
Once Damsels in Distress
Banners were the Orphans,
Now Kith and Kin to Crest
Their Swords and Shields on Battlefields
Unsheathed for Innocence
in Fealty to a Crown
Obey or be brought Down...
I saw a Band of Royal Knights
They rode upon their Quest,
that the Noble Creed of Men Henceforth...
be their Shining Armor Best
Categories:
damsels in distress, adventure, allegory, history, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
Inside me is fact
Poking at imagination
Teasing fiction
At war with piles of literature
Angry poems colliding with hospital visits
And funerals
Inside me are Encyclopedias
Constant shouting of evidence and actuality
“ON SEPTEMBER 4TH 1992 JOHN DANIELS ATE 72 HOTDOGS IN UNDER 11
MINUTES.”
Inside me tales of fire breathing dragons and damsels in distress set fire to fact
Dragging my thoughts into a sea of what-ifs and could have-beens
Algebra 2 and Stephen King pull out swords
A duel
Fact wins I study
Fiction wins I dream
Inside me is confusion
Bitter opposites blending together in an attempt to hide truth
The drunk man did not kill him
And I see his daughter in the hospital
And its all wrong I’m just dreaming
But the casts tell a different story
Drowsy eyes diving into my attention
Inside me she is playing hide and seek
Running through dreams
Dodging understanding
Fiction hiding fact
Fact chasing fiction
Categories:
damsels in distress, anger, conflict, confusion, ,
Form:
Free verse