Best Gladiator Poems

Blood mixed with dirt was still moist on the ground.
Traces of battle were scattered around.
The man entered slowly, a snare on his face.
Trying to hide his contempt and disgrace.

Announced by the cheers of the people above.
Among all the fighters they showed him most love.
Never defeated,...

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The Gladiator

Battered and worn out
he looks shaken, disheveled
from the endless fight

Standing tall and proud
the fighter still undefeated
looks at the audience

Taking in the sight
a sea of crowd watching awed
by his performance

in the arena
his skills in fighting tested
never disappoints

King's loyal subjects
cheered for him to win the fight
the...

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Strong, gladiator,
Thine blade is sharp also swift.
Thou fight for honor, glory.
For thine, love of heart.
Back and forth thee thrusts are keen.
Ye stand so bravely with brass.
Await opponents.
Scarcely; they approach, knowing,
Their fate of death from thine sword,
Though they know, quickly,
Thy; shall place your victory.
Among the past...

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our skills..talents..gifts,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want...

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Locked in place on a high cross
Swords spoke the foreword
A quick glance at eternal peace
Combat defined his wounds

Only the pen of history
Penetrates his heavy armour
Behind his shield lies purgatory
At the height of an evil empire

Cracked dried lips to steel
Exposure to the kiss of death
Vanguard to...

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She opens the DSM-5 to page 666,
Know Thyself,
who among us is not a Beast somehow,
she's enthralled by Imperfection,
It explains the scars on her heart,
if she believed in Perfection 
then she would need to accept her own nature
unequivocally,
she would have to love every part of herself,
poetry...

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Outside the gladiator's window, outside in the growing gloom of night,

The nearby volcano is almost invisible, only smolders silently now.

Inside his room, he can almost tangibly feel the darkness gathering about him,

Can almost tangibly feel it surrounding him, suffocating him with renewed

Fear of what may...

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Of my bed every morning out I jump
Ready for the fields of life to go
Armor, sword and spear in hand
Into survival’s arena myself I throw



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  10 SEPTEMBER 2014...

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Gladiator games
Fuel flames excitement fame
Amour amour passions flare

My love games compete
Up high in poor seats watching
Soft spot unarmed slowly dies

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At the sound of the bell,
the boxing arena trembles;
the crowd's maniacal roar
explodes as a thunderclap.

Blood-crazed predators,
these gloved gladiators;
fiercely glaring, rushing,
breathing murderous rage.

Altar of wealth, vanity,
hurried sign of the cross,
hastily mumbling to God
of mercy...a bloodied prayer!...

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Moral decay 
Night nurses prey or pay 
Dressed in white or gray 
Black and dark night fay 
Freezing hot they fey 
Heavy duty they lay 
Gone to make hay 
While sun slay...

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With oil through veins and acrylic faces,
Gender neutrals lathe metallic domains,
Acquired specimen a challenge cases,
A depleted prior to what remains.

Well, so be it, he makes the claim, to be,
One of many quickens to martyrdom,
Legions fall prey, prays echoed, heard their plea,
Heartbeats to ironed chambers, undead...

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in to the arena a world apart
roaring past that chariot cart
this is war were ledgends are named
to the death or go down in flames
two men enter one man leaves 
fight to the death for all to see
crowd shout for blood aint no remorse
armed to the...

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Gladiator

Chosen from slaves
Trained to fight
He was placed in an arena
A sword and shield his only defense
He fought and killed
Spilling the blood of a hundred onto the sand
His final match he fought bravely
Defeated the emperor spared his life
Never fighting again he was bound
Tied between two pillars...

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He stood there, gritted teeth, sword aloft
one foot on the slain Gladiator
would they let him live
honour him with the platinum ring
a ring from that albino of metals

 or would they thrust him through
pierce the unbleached cotton shirt
turn the clean bone to blood red
the raised arm...

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