Best Dragons Poems
Take me into the realm of your midnight dreams awakening sleep
Bring us to a higher level far away from misery and despair
Where waves through oceans are kissed by a salted breeze blowing
A place where mind can fly upon strong waves, straight lines on white sheets
Trembling currents grasp one breathless moment holding time
No one will not lead us, even if it blows up to storm force gale
Circle of twilight's halo under magic spells cast breathing fire starbursts
Stars living on self produced energy under horizon's steps forward
A mirror reflection of a faraway kingdom reflecting of the sun
Faced with light internally stored faithful mercy yields
We call life a mystery unforgettable the words of faith, hope and love
Crowning angels you came before me a queen
Defeating the dragons and fighting wolves from preying sacrifice
We find a personal point of common ground held in between world's
Viewing life as the canvas we paint upon our memories
29.04.2017
(Unrhymed tercets)
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
There Be Dragons
In that place where the Earth meets the sky
Where magic reigns with myth
There dwell, yet still, great dragons that fly
Blue unicorn and gryph...
Fantastical creatures cloaked in time
An epic testament
Where the Zepher lifts the fae--sublime
No longer reticent--
Beware! The splenetic Nebulous
Who guards the minutes there
Her exquisite mass is ravenous--
No jot or tittle fare!
Do some planning should you gallivant...
The fae will help you see,
Lilly, Lilac, Aster,Skull--enchant
With such simplicity!
By the Willow Bliss of Yesterday
You just may want to quit...
But don't let your vigor ricochet
Cherish your kismet!
Delight the dragon and get a wish
Show some humility
But watch your heart--his favorite dish--
Your liability!
There be dragons in the twilight of day
Timeless and roaming free...
Seek an oasis wherever you may
And most aggressively!
deborah burch©
4/13/2012
I thought the landscape burst in sudden flame
with embers wild cavorting in the glare
of dawning sun, but boundless sparks became
a throng of monarchs flitting through the air
above a field as though on charcoal ash
that gusts of wind then carry as they gyre.
From wings illumined spread the brilliant flash
of pixie dragons breathing threads of fire
as fine as frog hair glinting in the slow
emission of the morning's creeping light
that struck the gloom with every lambent blow
until each wizard shadow was in flight.
The tartan tiger eye that draped the glade
was blazoned on the pinions as they flew
like flower petals of the clans arrayed
in Lilliputian combat on the dew.
A cadence of disheveled leaves they fell,
these butterflies upon the turrets mean,
escarpments and fay parapets to quell
the mist ascendant from the April green,
then rose again like prodigies from smoke
that came to cloak them from the murky foe,
kaleidoscopes of flutterings that broke
the cling of darkness with emerging glow.
By noon the burnished battle scene had cleared
as dandelions waved their vanquished whites,
the gleaming copper standards disappeared
and I relinquished images of sprites.
One night while stargazing, Dragon and I, got to see a falling star… descend.
I thought that would be great, so I told him he could make a wish on them…
But Dragon’s are really quite unique, and don’t always think, like you and me.
No, NOT at all! And you should believe, things began to unravel, immediately:
About to make that wish… He realized the moon descends every night.
And the sun descends, like the moon… every single day, at every Twilight.
Becoming horrified that so many wishes had gone by him, totally unused!
He decided to wish upon the star, that all past wishes, can now come, to be used.
There is logic here, I think, as Dragon hordes things; he’d do it with wishes, too.
When I tried to explain, that’s not how wishes work, they have to be rare and few.
With falling stars, it has to come from one, that came to ground, willing to share.
Now Dragon is a stubborn thing and decided, I wanted them all for myself, to snare.
He stomped his foot, as the 2 year old he is, crying he didn’t want to share not one.
So I patiently explained that there are bigger stars everywhere, bigger than our sun!
He was sure I’d done him wrong and had lied, after all, his eyes are very keen.
The bigger, the better, and our sun was the biggest thing, that he had ever seen!
It’s brightness has gobs of power, in fact, I’d said it powers all the Earth, he recalled.
So its wish couldn’t be small… he said it’s not nice, to not share, with him at all.
Now a tantrum was about to ensue, from our 2 year old who’d skipped his nap.
And don’t forget he’s a Dragon, too! It wasn’t a good idea to fall into this trap!
Some things are better to not go through. Why fight the battle, if you can stop the war?
In the end I took that wish… and wished I’d never took him on that wishful tour.
You know what? I did find that peace finally came back and did preside, in a wink.
As I got his blankie for his bed, and tucked him in so nice and neat, I paused to think.
Next year would be a better time, to view the meteor showers, after we both have…
A well-deserved nap. Don’t you think? When he’s a tad more grown up, I did add…
Besides my wishes, in the past, have served me well, as they brought him here to me.
And I ’d need one more wish this year, to help him when flying… to not hit the trees!
In mount caves of the West, rich of looted gold
Sleep scaled beasts of fiery breath and poisoned wings
But son, look to the Eastern seas and there behold –
The majestic and the true, the great Dragon Kings!
They ride trains of cloud through azure skies
Bringing rain to bless the wilting land
Through epochs they have climbed, the most wise
A thousand years clutched in one clawed hand.
It is an orb of pearl that they have earned
Some say it fell from a blossoming heaven
The Imugi that catches it is to Dragon turned
Entrusted with power to guard kingdoms of men.
No wings do they need that flap and scare away;
For true kings don’t rely on anything but their might
They breathe not dark fires; their souls shan’t decay
Carving rivers and seas, they bring hope and light.
So son, you need not fear of the dragons in false lore
That fly through towns, destroying with fire and shade
Instead, watch for these emperors prevailing through yore
These are the true Dragons, and their lights never fade.
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FYI: The dragons I am speaking of here are those from Eastern tales -- the Asians have always viewed dragons as benevolent creatures that bless and benefit mankind. Here's a link to a graphic pic to guide your imagination... http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/d/dragon_wars_082807/dragon.jpg
The thunder reached them well before
it's shadow flashed along the shore
as whirlwinds from the steady beat
knocked fleeing hordes from off their feet.
Thousands sprinted to the surf
except a few who had the nerve
and put up spirited defence
and fell in flares of heat intense.
Fast and low, wings whipped the waves
glistening scales of charcoal, Jade.
Skimming clifftops, banking right,
climbing until out of sight,
then corkscrew dive in view it hove
and settled in a quiet cove.
On rocky crag where beast had fetched
it gazed down on her wings outstretched,
mother of pearl breast warmed by sun
she looked up at the one who'd come.
Crimson eyes met gaze of blue,
"Vanilla's sold out- will chocolate do?"
For contest- 'Dragons', sponsored by Silent One.
October 19th 2015
Dragons are fabled beasts of myth and lore;
and yet, some say they lived in times long past.
And they were noble creatures at their core,
or so says every mage, whenever asked.
They slept on golden treasures they'd amassed,
and their hoards were oft-rumored to be vast.
They were often seen soaring silently
on magnificent wings, masters of flight.
And yet, Man attacked them violently;
their beheading, the quest of every knight.
And they were hunted down and killed on sight;
until no more Dragons were left to fight.
St. George once slew a Dragon in England;
and He is renowned for it to this day.
The last of Dragonkind, killed by Man's hand,
was a leviathan of silver-grey,
that once flew the skies of ancient Cathay;
only to be speared and left to decay.
Now long extinct, destroyed by greed and fear,
Dragons were once magical and austere.
The emerald, enchanted stone,
was forged in depths where dragons roam,
and first by elfin princes known.
The emerald, enchanted stone,
good fortune brings to all who own.
Its powers writ in ancient tome,
the emerald, enchanted stone,
was forged in depths where dragons roam.
May 8, 2019
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The dragon hissed into the room
as I lie hidden in my niche.
Upon his back I saw his doom,
there she sat, a beautiful witch.
She sang a song of mystic dreams
and becalmed the snake to sleep.
I watched it curl into a ball
While hidden in my closet keep.
The beauty of the song she sang
no words, a simple tune of love
enthralled me with a gentle twang
that rustled my heart like foxglove
The dragons eyes spied me hiding
scared I froze as it approached
through the door it brushes by me
with purring voice it reproached.
Meow it said as it drew near.
The singing stopped, my wife just stares
the look she gives, so very *****,
she asked me, "Why are you in there?"
I close my book and move away
She hangs the clothes and sighs a sigh
I kiss her cheek and whisper dear
and stroke the cat as I walk by.
04/28/16
The mighty dragons which came
roaring on that fateful night
took great pride in disintegrating
everything in their sight
Nothing was left that was not
scorched by their flame
although to the fire-breathing
dragons it was all but a game
No trees were left standing
and nay grasses retained green
it took three and a half years
for the streets to scrub clean
There was no building that
wasn't burnt to an absolute crisp
The laughing dragons noted down
another wondrous trip
All the churches did indeed receive
three hundred and thirty-three degrees
The poor clergymen were seen praying
whilst fallen down upon their knees
As the puissant dragons kept up their
ferocious attack, some pastors were heard
screaming for the good lord to come back
When the libraries burned down
it was such a terrible loss for the town
as the most intelligent of the peoples
were nowhere to be found
Then all the pubs and neon clubs were ravaged and wrecked
The fire-breathing dragons just said, "We don't give a feck."
Dragons Dance
Come on kids and step inside
Let's see the dragon through sober eyes
That one little bump and your body sinks
My claws are now in you more than you think.
Deeper and deeper the webs I spin
The endless black hole your sucked right in.
Scraping your veins I've taken over your mind. Now every thing you do its me you try to find.
Shaking, sweating ,trembling with fear.I've clouded your mind so you can't think clear.
Nauseous and angry mostly un self-aware, punching the walls and pulling out your own hair.
I've created an itch that is deep inside
Very few people have come out alive
The ones that have I stalk every day
Trying to temped them back into my haze
Never dance with me or let me inside
It's like Russian roulette
chances are you'll die
The roll of the waves hides the arcs of their backs.
The shoal of porpoises are feeding on squid.
Feasting amongst them on cephalopod snacks
Are green-scaled dragons that choose to be hid.
They hide from whalers and their brutal harpoons,
While they stay in the ocean for most of life's times,
Except times when they roam the nearby sand dunes
To covet Marsh Radishes and the wild limes.
These dragons don't fly, since they're aquatic sorts.
Like Nessie in Scotland, they wish to be free.
Some people catch a glimpse, and some hear a snort,
But rarely, since mostly they're way out to sea.
- Fight With Dragons And Wolves -
Take me into the realm of your midnight dreams awakening sleep
Bring us to a higher level far away from misery and despair
Where waves through oceans are kissed by a salted breeze blowing
A place where mind can fly upon strong waves, straight lines on white sheets
Trembling currents grasp one breathless moment holding time
No one will not lead us, even if it blows up to storm force gale
Circle of twilight's halo under magic spells cast breathing fire starbursts
Stars living on self produced energy under horizon's steps forward
A mirror reflection of a faraway kingdom reflecting of the sun
Faced with light internally stored faithful mercy yields
We call life a mystery unforgettable the words of faith, hope and love
Crowning angels you came before me a queen
Defeating the dragons and fighting wolves from preying sacrifice
We find a personal point of common ground held in between world's
Viewing life as the canvas we paint upon our memories
29.04.2017
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
unrhymed tercets
i've chased dragons of destruction ever since i was conceived
perversion skewed my thoughts and turned the pure into obscene
the clean was made quite dirty and the good was made quite bad
while laughter was around me still the happy turned to sad
fear it filled my broken heart and hate came to the rescue
iniquity out of innocence...i rose like hannibal lector
haphazardly put together thin sticks turned into steel...a rabbits mind turned ravenous soon blood would have to spill
my heart got pierced with arrows...made of flesh now turned to stone
with wrath and vengeance in my soul i had to walk alone
way down in the valley this predator stalked its prey...while looking deep into their eyes they knew it was their final day
demons stayed behind me...i could hear their taunts and laughs
while i was chasing dragons destruction was my path
dragons of delusion and dragons of disease...the dragons of addiction were caught too easily
the hunter was the hunted and the master was the slave
i don't chase destructive dragons cause they're really chasing me
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If you are plagued with dragons in your basement,
And you have tried, without success, to drive them out.
If you need advice and dragon information,
That's what this short discourse is all about.
Now, you can't depend on pest exterminators,
Unless, perhaps, you call Saint George himself,
And pied pipers are of very little value,
As all dragons are notoriously tone deaf.
Since the riddance of house dragons is a hassle
That you might not be prepared to suffer through,
You might find compromise and coexistence
Is the sensiblest thing that you can do.
The rumor that all dragons are ferocious,
Is a rumor we could not substantiate.
As to whether they are prone to making mischief,
Its a subject that's still open to debate.
Some say dragons are quite friendly creatures.
Why, I've heard that they make gentle, loving pets,
And it's said that if one treats them with affection,
The great, scaly fellows never will forget.
But if you choose a dragon as a house pet,
Your fire insurance rates are sure to soar,
Unless you teach your dragon not to hiccup,
And to breathe into the furnace when he snores.
On the feeding of domesticated dragons
(We have saved this information till the end):
They feed mainly on bad dreams and mustang nightmares,
And a local politician now and then.