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, no matter the foe
With him they all knew they would soon see a show
The man was all muscle, and seven feet tall
Compared to his size, all the guards appeared small
His skin was tanned golden, his eyes piercing green
His hair long and braided and dark with a sheen
His helmet of metal was fitted just so
His sword and his shield had a rich, shiny glow
A belt made of leather protected his waist
His greaves, thick and sturdy and perfectly laced
Suddenly silent, the crowd had grown still
Awaiting arrival, expecting a thrill
And then there was thunder, the roar of the beast
Declaring his entrance, predicting a feast
The man and the lion began in their game
Predator, prey, they both looked the same
They circled and circled and then in a blink
The cat had attacked him, so anxious to drink
They struggled together, the two locked in war
The crowd cheered them on, hoping for gore
And then he was bitten, the wound on his leg
But he would not fumble and he would not beg
He reached for his weapon so close where it lay
He would not accept this would be his last day
And just as the creature had pounced in the air
He killed the great cat with his sword and a prayer
The fighter stood up with his blood dripping down
The steel of his helmet concealing his frown
The great gladiator continued to reign
Another he killed, one more smile he must feign
Categories:
gladiator, cat, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
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 fight of his life
for the king's pleasure
a ghastly entertainment
that celebrates death
Death to the fighters
for those who opposed the king
the roman empire
The king sits restless
as he watch his men falling
to the ground dying
Crowds cheered and shouted
on seeing the gladiator
winning his freedom
Categories:
gladiator, celebration, freedom,
Form:
Haiku
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 forces, well,
Their souls shall raise high,
By next arenas battle,
Another blazes thine sword.
written for
Sponsor Amy Green
Contest Name Choka for a Chokehold
Categories:
gladiator, adventure, death, history, war,
Form:
Choka
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 to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live
Categories:
gladiator, allegory, black african american,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
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 a spiritual thirst
Glistening in the sun unsheathed
Doors open to unknown corridors
Momentarily blinded by a flood
Of light - vulnerable to carnivores
Engrossed in the scent of his blood
A costume designed to antagonize
Missiles of jeers from the masses
For the iron fist it symbolises
On their visibly anguished faces
Metal sparks fly to illuminate
The wide-eyed in the grandstand
Fireworks displayed in the court
On unchained blistered hands
A heavy heart to condemn
Stumbling in his reluctant march
Enslaved for the true price of freedom
A beheading at tip of Caesar's thumb
The first blow is on target
Sends his mind off on a tangent
Far beyond the castle walls
To a dream of a love lost and distant
Behind the lowered vice
Is a soldier wanted for treason
For gold and land promised, but
Never delivered for reasons never given
For centuries feared far and wide
The myth of a fire-breathing dragon
He relinquishes his mask – his pride
Lies dying of his wounds in the dungeon
When the battlefield still had honour
Before death became a spectator sport
For those with a twisted sense of humour
A gladiator once lived and fought
08-18-2015
Thabang J. Ngoma
Categories:
gladiator,
Form:
Epic
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 is her therapy
building puzzles her bliss
solving puzzles her passion,
she is a madwoman in the 3rd degree,
a sensational spaz
believes that she is a heroine among the herd,
starlet atop a soapbox
cavalier with her cross of crass sass,
she cares too much to be free...
searching in the trauma of souls
for her own ghost
lovestruck by the Devil's lightning
Godsmacked by the grind
listening for God to apologize,
she's exhausted by cynicism
brilliant yet bitter,
a cutthroat competitor,
frozen beauty in a flame,
she expects Life to buck her every day
a jaded girl looking for the grim,
on stormy days she sings to the static
perhaps she's waiting for the Apocalypse -
J.A.B. 2020
Categories:
gladiator, wisdom,
Form:
Epic
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
Categories:
gladiator, humorous, life,
Form:
Light Verse
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
Sponsor: Amy Green
Contest: Choka for a Chokehold
Categories:
gladiator, history, life,
Form:
Choka
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!
Categories:
gladiator, on work and working
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
gladiator, africa,
Form:
Rhyme
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 realm.
Conquer beyond mind, vanquish beyond soul,
Embolden ones might and crush what insight,
Not beings of the threshold, but Sheol,
Unsheath thy sword let thine blade field its strike.
Let us walk the streets of San Francisco,
Gladiator restores all that is G.O.E.
2019 September 23
howmanysyllables
14 lines x 10 syllables = 140 syllables total
Categories:
gladiator, analogy, imagery, inspiration, life,
Form:
Sonnet
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 death with brutal force
lions come out there must be doubt
sharpend claw scrapes the floor
game of blood and certain death
armord mask gruesom task
graveyard of courage and sudden end
charriots engadge warriors clash
who will survive the gods ask
Categories:
gladiator, history, death, death,
Form:
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 of stone
Naked, he showed the scars of a thousand beatings
He learned so long ago how to live in pain
Whips with steel tipped leather ripped his skin
A morning ritual for the rich
Sand was ground into open wounds
Flies ate their fill from his flesh
He always stood mute
He never showed the pain or any feelings
Alas he tied a horrific death
Beaten so badly that knew one knew who he was
He was born a slave
He fought as a warrior
He became a hero
He ended up as a martyr
Dying at the hand of a tyrant
He never once talked
He never told anyone
He died with the secrets of the arena
Once again he was a hero
Even in death
He was a gladiator
Categories:
gladiator, death, history,
Form:
Free verse
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 of the lady
the lady beside the emperor
that lily white arm, begging for life
he looked up at the blue sky
the whitish cotton wool of the clouds
then with the raising of his arm
the emperor gave him his life
conquest was sweeter than honey
sweeter than the sugar
harvested from beet of the fields
he would live but fight no more
his last fight was the right to live
Categories:
gladiator, history,
Form:
Free verse
Forged in my Creators mind
Birth with His purpose in mind
Shaped and fashioned in the
arena of life
Whatever comes out of hell's gate
I'm poised and ready to fight
A gladiator did my Creator create
To die for His cause is my fate
Clothe in my armor
Sword in hand
Bred to fear no man
Yeah though I walk through the
Valley of shadows and death
Will face my enemy till my last breath
You see greater is He that is in me
Who created me to be the warrior in
this century
Branded with the mark of the Godly
Brotherhood
I take my place in the arena where
my forefathers the Apostles stood
The name is KENNY
And I Am GOD the Creators modern
day Gladiator
Categories:
gladiator, christian
Form:
ABC