Best Helmet Poems

Inspired by:

She Who Once Was the
Helmet Maker’s Beautiful Wife.

Sculpture by Auguste Rodin


nude glory, she of uncrannied pelt,
stroked by many, might not know
she’ll sit erelong on stone as 
wrinkled bronze
waiting yet to be touched.  

muscle melts from bone,
hair, once auburn-splashed on brow,
turns colorless now and...

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The horned helmet of the dawn has met my sight
They’re shouting loudly, that I’m wrong – I’m right
The sky is putting on the armour of mournful clouds
I’m man with weapon I’m not farmer let someone shouts.

I’ve taken sword with hand of vengeance I’ve taken shield
I’ve...

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Going down the slopes
be sure to wear your helmet
watch out for that tree!...

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We came upon a clearing
In the scattering of the town
Bomb damage as scenery
In this place called Caen
 
The village square we reach
Shell casings pepper the ground
Blood and spillage flows
War is all around
 
In the distance we hear 
That the enemy are retreating
The losses our heroes
In...

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i was explaining this at the 
breakfast table

my wife pulled that electric chair face
but i consider
that it is better to 
be adventurous than 
cautious

my son takes another bite
of his jam on toast
and my wife
gives me those
ultraviolet light looks

she is our ozone layer 
preventing
us from ripping...

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All I can think of is that dented firefighters helmet
As I recall that concrete and twisted steel tomb
Those dazed and dusty faces lost in disbelief
In the rubble of the fallen towers

Only moments ago, the planes assailed New York
Pulverizing the heart of the nation
Steel supports gave...

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There were many ingenious things that helped win World War Two.
Jeeps, Higgins Boats and Victory Ships just to name a few.
Other things were vital such as radar, C-rations and wrenches,
But the ungainly steel helmet won favor with guys in the trenches!

Though the soldier always tried...

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he keeps saying it's
gonna
be a bumpy ride

but that's life

and all these spin-offs
about juggernauts 
space fairies
and
helmets with no chin straps 

riding in his 
space cow
across the galaxy

i'm considering a chin-strap-beard
we are
one tonight

i explain to the human geography teacher 
in the lounge
that i am a completionist
i don't...

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Into the midnight cold he rides; 
a chance travel, on the wild side; 
this is the vision, that always repeats, 
whenever I think about that curvy Rockford Street. 
Alone he travels on his way home, 
until a mystery sends him flying into the air, 
and...

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He stood still~
Eyes travel faster than a lightyear;
The many battles fought~
Still fresh in his mind~
The brilliance of his golden helmet
never fades~
Like the  tenacity of his conviction 
to fight and never surrender. 

The man wearing the golden helmet
Must be also wearing a golden heart;
He must be...

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The planes came in; the towers came down.
Smoke and dust billowed all around'
When the rescuers finally searched that hollowed ground,
A helmet and a Badge were found.

These items have quite a story to tell;
Of brave servants and where they fell.
People responding to that man-made hell,
Wearing the...

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I-t's a perilous world, 
R-ugged wind makes one fret; 
I-n the road of danger, 
S-tart wearing your
H-elmet.

O-n Wednesday March fifteenth, 
T-ricks of the enemies abound; 
A-llow not your faith to fade, 
B-ecause the Savior is around.
L-et the whole armor of God be taken up with...

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We came upon a clearing
In the scattering of the town
Bomb damage as scenery
In this place called Caen
 
The village square we reach
Shell casings pepper the ground
Blood and spillage flows
War is all around
 
In the distance we hear 
That the enemy are retreating
The losses our heroes
In...

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Each day we need our armor for the fight,
to wage the battle from daybreak to night ~
protection to wield.

The struggle is against not flesh and blood
but evil forces; enemies of God
souls, the battlefield.

The belt of truth fastened, the strong breastplate
of godliness, gospel boots laced up...

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Half-Orphaned - A letter to a son from a father in heaven

Dear Son,

Sorry!
to leave you half-orphaned
to abandon you with my death

Sorry!
for not picking you from school
for missing out on your football matches

Sorry!
to dump you and your mother with a financial crisis
to have you to see...

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