Best Drawbridge Poems
Streets of blood
She stood upon the terrace high
streets of blood below
The gate left open in the night,
a dark sky threatens snow
With swine and pearls running free
her bed sheets fought the wind
A tear drop fell her worried eyes
at hate now once again
Of drawbridge wars in endless fight
to stones of castle keep
A single rose a’ bloom this dawn
as mothers come to weep
For sons of father’s destined fall,
these followed footsteps bare
Along the streets so narrow, long,
where death becomes aware
“Enough!” she shouted far and wide
“This fighting now shall end”
“Take your swords and hateful spite,
do not return again”
And lifting high her amulet
upon a staff of wood
She chanted as the stone did glow
this morning where she stood
“Of peace, let all be felt this hour
Thy breath of saddened greed
Be gone, be gone, oh beast of war
No longer doth thou feed
Ye shadows o’er a nightfall mist
Lest blood befall your hand
Beyond this tree lined sacred place
Be gone from this our land”
When then a mighty wave did flow,
the streets were cleansed of fear
And there beyond horizons call
the sunrise did appear
And where once sat a single rose,
one thousand buds did grow
Of crimson red and silken gold,
the sweetest fragrance flow
Mothers hugged their children close
as loudly trumpets blared
The bloodied streets now white with snow
and love by all was shared
But there within the canyons lurked
cast eyes of beaded red
“I shall return to take this place
O’ ye who think me dead”
“To once more fill yon streets with blood
of this ye can believe
No matter what the masses want,
know this, I shall not leave”
Thus we follow little Puff Puff brave and true,
For the Castle of Magic was within her view…
She will journey far under the skies of blue,
When she gets there, will she know what to do?
The Dragon Queen was angered and sent her men,
To look for little Puff Puff for she had escaped again…
“No one shall leave the Queen” from her Dragons den,
Huffing & puffing letting loose a fireball now and then…
Yet little Puff Puff journeyed tranquil and quite serene,
Unknowing she had tempered her Grandma, the Queen…
She decides to rest upon a rock near a relaxing ravine,
She sees movement followed by a silent smoke screen…
“Hi” a welcoming smile, “I’m Heidi the holographic fairy”
Created by the Queen for the forest to be rather scary…
Over time she had become kind & gentle on the contrary,
Thus venturing together toward the Castle joyful & merry…
Just behind them the Queen’s henchmen Victor & Gershon,
Protectors of the land who would tickle you upon desertion…
“Stop! Now, by the Queen’s command, your exiling exertion”
The men being weary, asked to tag along in their conversion…
Off they went, now a foursome to reckon as happy as can be,
The Castle a stone throw away, with water above their knee…
Puff Puff & her crew decided to cross the water in their spree,
But it was too much for Victor & Gershon for they had to pee…
The Castle in sight, the drawbridge opens observing the team,
Slowly tippy-toeing in, huddled together they hear a scream…
Before them stood a magnificent creature out from the steam,
“State your business, for I am Illuminatra the Empress supreme”
...to be continued...with more characters!!!
Oct.14.2019
Composed by Winged Warrior
Background...Internet Composite
Two-Headed Dragons & Little Puff Puff...Illustrated by Winged Warrior
Background Music...Children's Fairy-Tales from the Internet
With a female virtual voice
The story is based upon Aklia, Brenda Chiri's beautiful granddaughter
Thanks to everyone for their comments & making this poem POTD
~Sand-Castle~
***relaxing medicine***
dreams of the sand
Underneath the ocean stars
Sleeping with the wind
***the beast dreams***
Mr. Sandman's bag
Romantic, like pouring rain
Seashore bash
***the world is home***
Wishing well mirage
Homeless but rich sandcastle
Ocean wave pillow
***it takes two***
Heaven passionate kiss
hands create a mote
Drawbridge of sea shells
***hungry wings***
First class bay front seat
Seagulls land on tower
Essence of bird droll
***colliding fantasy***
Adventure hot day
Knocking beauty of the day
fantasy sunrise
~Sk~
It stood on the top of the hill
dominating all of its surrounds.
Its drawbridge these days lay open
spanning with ease the now dry moat.
Like a fairy tale fortress it had turrets
that soared up high brushing the clouds.
Its four towers majestic as blankly,
they stared, covering all points of the compass.
Slit windows peered out of casements
through walls up to six feet thick.
The massive double oak doors
fifteen feet high and twelve wide
stood thrown open allowing glimpses
of the enormous courtyard beyond.
Battlements led to each round tower
that once housed the nobles.
Old battered forgotten furniture
grandly carved four poster beds.
A sword or two lay scattered
amidst the clutter and bird dropping.
Wide stone staircases meandered
curling round and round the walls.
A gallery or two dotted here and there
perfect hiding places above the hall.
Some for musicians to play unseen
Their notes floating through the air
as below the dancers swept and strutted
as the ladies hooped dresses swirled.
Long tables once laden with food
stood a skiff with broken legs.
Wooden pint tankards higgledy piggledy
strewn about midst wooden platters.
Tattered standards limply lay motionless
against walls dotted with scattered torches.
The Lord of these lands killed in distant lands
leaving an infant son removed to the city
by his grieving mother who sought to forget.
Now ninety years later his grandson views
the devastation of years of neglect and vows
to return the castle to the glory of its heydays.
After three long years of often brutal work
removing shrubbery, moss and decay
Life starts to re-emerge Flags flutter
gaily high up on the battlements.
Chandeliers sparkle and the torches flicker
Tables once more groan with a feast of food
Happy shrieks of laughter fill the grand hall
And one would swear the castle wore a smile,
as children played around the buttress's.
Brick upon each brick I build
As I stack heavy stones one by one
Sweat and tears, love and fears
To create an earthly castle under the sun.
Damages by hurtful weather come,
Ravages against a fortress that was strong
With scrapped knees and promised pleas,
I feel defeated, do you hear my song
My sweet so sweet, little girl
With marshmallows, I will form
A castle complete, where we can meet
I wish to protect you from the storm
Like a father, you take my hand
Guiding me to our castle in the sky
No longer bound, to earth by stone
The world less daunting from on high
Look at the earth far down below
Above we're illuminated by the sun
The best part is your princess smile
You open the drawbridge for everyone
With open arms you greet each child
Joy everlasting awaits each one
Within this castle, where the angels meet,
Built with love and warmed by the sun
A collaboration with Casarah Nance.
Thanks for inviting me to write, it was a pleasure.
Written August 7, 2015
By: Casarah Nance & Richard Lamoureux
For Shadow Hamilton's "Partner up" contest.
I thought I was safe behind Castle walls
Within my Kingdom I made the rules
There outside the gate I heard her calls
Why did I choose to listen to fools
I opened the drawbridge, let her in
Within my Kingdom I made the rules
I had not known where she had been
Her ideas corrupted my mind
I opened the drawbridge, let her in
In the beginning she seemed so kind
At my table together we ate
Her ideas corrupted my mind
Completly unaware of my fate
She beguiled me, with that lovely smile
At my table together we ate
I became subdued after a while
She beguiled me, with that lovely smile
I thought I was safe behind castle walls
There outside the gate her lover calls
Written February 3rd for Shadow's Castle Contest.
Let true love find me to be the ever fixed mark of constant gaze
The spectacle of her thrilling eyes, and she to me the dearest prize
A coral when the heart stampedes, or fickle fancy frivolous strays
For love must be a leash of common trust, the pole beyond the skies
So shall we not shiver when seasons change the wind and mist comes
A dark impenetrable fog before the yes, a marsh around the mind
For we by love is added as one, most accurate of all majestic sums
Trust must be the key to vision when love alone stumbles here blind
No arc of sight away in flight, bending ever to a proud inconstant sun
But holding hands we chart our course, finishing better than we begun
For all nature shall around us spin fresh vortexes of an ancient desire
But trust shall preserve us body, soul and skin only for our own fire.
What else shall by our light be drawn, like quivering moths must retire
Into the dust and cinders gasping at our feet, hope their fractured glass
Let true love be constant in this faith, for God's peace cannot expire
Through every storm his ways do hold, so upon him all anchors cast
So what then this buzzing, this jealous sound, is it of frail frying wings
Does some flame the fragile heart deceives, or nestless memory stings
Ah, sentinel not the virgin beauty of my sheets, my fortressed pride
This castle is built of stronger walls, the drawbridge is up, I'm alone inside
They ragged armies may their runted horses rattle until they neigh
Pure hubris, the harried hustlings, trust is a wall faithful and secure
To smooth for any tool to clasp, all tempted grasp will only slide away
And these walls have moats without and within, none crossed before
You alone have I shown where to swim, and how to unlock this gate
To you my center constant holds, only one holy grail keeps my faith
See not my stern behind my bow, point to the haven of your arms
See not my flags fly for you alone, your port the weather ever charms
It's firm the mast that keeps my sail, look from your castle, I come
O sweet the winds that drive me to your shore, what constant tide!
You the true Polaris of my compass stone, my fiddles and my drum
Love not all alone that carries me, but trust that steers me to your side.
The whole of my life is rather mundane, endured only until those few minutes gained; Yes, granted reprieve from this daily drudge, and allowed for the nonce, even if begrudged, to hold a feather,very sharp, to write with the tip. Slow and steady like a man taking sips…from the water of life after a long weary trip.
When all the gears are lubricated, operating efficiently, and the needs of the world weigh on someone else, the mechanism of creativity connects with the crenelated cog of self.
Dominoesk works cause my hand to haltingly write. Heart to mind, mind to body, body to hand, hand to quill…okay, so it's a keyboard, alright.
Emotion, like sand after a beach trip, pours forth from places usually dark, not seen, unlit.
Using that water of life and the sands of emotion, I build my castle with words and notions.
Intricate battlements, portcullis, bailey , and arrow loops. Protection from arrows of interruption, darts of responsibility, and soldiers of the Soup.
Until, Inevitably the drawbridge is breached, the end of my time finally reached.
Slowly I surrender my feather sword, in this messy, mixed metaphorical world.
The oven timer beeps and the phone rings, bringing me back to my life of mundane things.
awaken bagpipes
riled up in broguish accent
traversing drawbridge
of Cawdor Castle
enchanting chanter and drones
gently through the mist
with darkness falling
nostalgia hovers sweetly
i can’t forget i can’t
as raindrops trickle
like whispers lingering
of bygone fears and dreams
i cant’ forget i can’t
blue mellow memories
longing hopes and wishes
of a wistful yesteryear
overcast the dismal tears
when all else fails like regrets
under the drawbridge
time passes without looking back
i cant’ forget i can’t
AP: 1st place 2026, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on May 5, 2019 for contest MUSICAL INSPIRATION (#4 Holding Back The Years by Simply Red) sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 1ST
A Prince of Life,
A Prince of Death,
two courts for him to flee
One horse disappears under a
ransomed moon,
a drawbridge now unseen
Eyes close tight
and turn within,
all royalty disowned
As the King calls once
and the Queen calls twice
—the Jester on the throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
I write and write and then delete and then I write again
I think and then I overthink to overcome the pain
I smile at you, then frown at you, and then I sigh and cry
I wonder what you've done to me, and then I wonder why
I give my love, I take it back, and then I give some more
I put down drawbridge of my heart, and then I bolt the door
I do my dance, I hope to trance, and then I disappear
I warm you up, and then I chill, and then I draw you near
I plant a kiss, and then I hiss, and then I pacify
I touch you cheeks, and lick your lips, and then I say goodbye
I contemplate and ruminate and then on impulse act
I dream of you, and live for you, and hate you: that's a fact!
So, here's the deal, just let me heal from my insanity
But you must know, this crazy show is not just vanity
I must blame you, your love's not true, and I am victimized
I try to gain, reprieve from bane, but heart is paralyzed
You drive me mad, you make me glad, you play me like a toy
You make you crave, you make me slave: you are a naughty boy!
So I must say, I am this way because of what you've done
So go away, oh, please just stay, and make me come undone!
Eileen ;)
Castle On A Hill
Centuries ago built by hand with stones
A formidable fortress now stands alone
Sentries would guard the drawbridge and gate
Townsmen sold goods in the castle's marketplace
Legions of men camped outside to defend
Echoes of the past on a hill my friends
Old ways stand proud in a world anew
Nottingham now has nothing to prove
Arrows held steady for the Archers bow
Hiking for miles uphill on this road
Intricate labrynith no map has shown
Life lived hard behind these stone walls
Long live the King and Queen and all
04/23/2016
Love is blind
To all the perils
That lie dormant in the mind
Beyond the limits of transgression.
A mortal maiden golden-haired
Priestess of Athena, daughter of the gods
By Poseidon with persuasive honeyed words was wooed
She melted in their alluring warmth and charm.
With guile concealed and flattery he urged her on
Her defences crumbled; the drawbridge lowered
To reveal the gateway to her heart
Forgotten were the vows of celibacy.
Beneath his touch her senses reeled
Her eyelids closed in expectation
He took his chance with urgent need and greed
Her virgin spoils were taken.
As trembling bodies rode the waves of love and lust
Tremors shook the earth, the ocean heaved; the wind enraged
Swept o’er the land and lightning flashed across the sky.
Such was the wrath of gods defied and disobeyed
Terrible and eternal punishment they bestowed.
The mortal maiden golden-haired
A repulsive hideous monster she became
Her fair unblemished skin gave way to loathsome green
Her bloodshot eyes in terror gazed, their previous lustre gone
Each lock of hair a writhing snake that hissed and spouted venom.
Condemned beyond mercy she fled to distant land
Where cursed and shunned she lived in great despair
Turning into stone whosoever fell beneath her vengeful gaze.
At last Perseus took her life. Aided by Athena’s mirrored shield
His scythe tore into flesh and bone; her severed head was lifted high.
Medusa’s misery and shame came to an end
Death – the final liberating act.
hi I'm Baxter Belknap Mandible IV
the Ninth Earl of Burneydick
I'll be heading your inner assault team
would you like the wine list
we have a nice Retaliation 666
somewhere over the rainbow
where every two-bit overheard whisper is an omen
and other vile statistical deceptions
where the big wheel spins like a drawbridge ratchet
but it never stops too many numbers
and the future continues to remain hypothetical
in degrees depending on the reading
an experiment in capitulation and submission
it was the War of the Parasites
but when has it been otherwise
this is a mathematical demonstration
bold as a distillery padlock
that insanity is the flip side
of merely more insanity
that would be Mandible IV driving
his dream hearse down memory lane
smoke from burning bodies
badly needing a wick adjustment
apparently fogged his lens
the horrors of the world are entertainment
weather permitting we'll visit the ruins
and insist upon representation
in the government Pilgrim Travel Advisory
you see the difficulty
serenity having been proven
a monstrous violation of reality
pause
every idea is a unit of measure
another pause
the pixels swirled and another
unholy vision drifted past in the tide
riveted to my screen
and it's trauma etched engrams
picked up on my middle finger antenna
in the last act you find out why
good bad and maybe mostly maybe
just trying to be more numerological
be certain of your conclusions
or call them something else
sure people's faces can be read
most are possessed by a mad hunger
or acts of cosmetic genius
proving it's more than brain chemistry
they told me that self-creation has its dangers
lots of mockery out there in hammer land
but there's no mocking your best efforts
kept them off my back for a while
set free for the propaganda value
and still always curious
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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