Best Heroine Poems
The quintessential of nyctophilia, wrapped in bridal attire, slowly and slowly as in somnambulism there goes the heroine of timeless tragedy to supersede her lovers feigned insanity.
Her beloved father is no more, being killed by her suitor's intrigued tyranny;
ignored to be drowned, to burn in the flame of plotted felony.
Jilted, to be startled by the selcouth performance of her handsome wooer's vile strategy;
there goes the most beautiful heroine ever to be the victim of fated irony,
immersed in senseless lunacy, to vanish from the sight of Hamlet's fatalistic eyes to bid adieu to the agony,
slowly and slowly to be disappeared into melancholic darkness from the dazzling maniac opaque sight;
there goes the Danish heroine of evergreen tragedy.
My journey of blood
Sword of viscera and steel
The Black Rose Thorn Queen
I’m too old to live out these songs I sing.
There has been too much pumped into these veins.
But if you remember how I was back in time…
Won’t you toss me a nickel or a dime?
I used to travel all around the world.
and I bought my condoms by the case full.
I stored all my cocaine in quart-sized mason jars…
in my yachts, jets, and fancy armored cars.
Man, those were sure some good old glory days.
Before I smoked and drank my dreams away.
When everything I touched turned into solid gold…
Back before the horse took away my soul.
You know that once the devil seals the deal.
There’s no way you can beg, borrow, or steal.
Another second of the fame that you ain’t owed…
No matter how bright the lightning you rode.
Chorus:
When I was on top, man I was the best,
I was so damned far above all the rest.
I’d give my life to have that spotlight once again…
Not outside on this sidewalk begging change.
Standing here playing guitar in the rain.
Your tracks may have faded away with time.
But all those old wounds that you left behind.
Left me with so much more to remember you with…
I can’t say that I thank you for the gift.
I wonder is there nothing left in me.
but the memories of what used to be.
and those sad dreams about how my life could have been…
Knowing I can never go there again.
Now I’m playing these old forgotten songs.
begging change from strangers that come along.
Hoping to get enough to buy a fifth of gin…
I lost my wife, kids, and even my friends.
So heed the words of this broken-down man.
Hold on tight to any dreams that you can.
Because once they're gone, they won’t be back again…
And you’ll find yourself outside, playing guitar in the rain.
(Repeat Chorus)
10/21/2033
The serene sunset at my back.
The realization, I reached the top,
And, in completion, that was that.
The acceptance of my life as it is.
No bloody need to prove I was best.
Such divine completion, sans explanation.
The sun had gone, first star winked at me.
Soft, warm, winds rustled my wild hair
Of this poetic heroine, high on a hill!
Panagiota Romios
Poem 3
“In My Own Style”
May we be saluted as we stand brave and tall.
For we do not smile into the face of danger, though we brace ready for the brawl.
What is that, that that I see, it's the
Dark Angel glaring down upon me.
Hold still my courage tightly grasped.
Guard it against my building weakness.
Surely my hedge stone of strength falls fast.
For with gaping mouth, my soul's aghast.
O guardian angles where art thou?
Of your essence, I do not see!
Upon you, I trust all that make me
The vivacious heroine I currently-be.
Yet, now I am fallen on bend-of-knee
With mounting weariness, my nerves grow thin.
Windows wide opened reveals stark fear within.
Take charge "my" icy stare frozen sickles brightly glare.
Of this moment of graved aware
Affixed to root a solid mass vital seconds now to pass.
Still no twitch or flick of "foot", all thoughts to flee, all thoughts last.
With outstretched hands grant me my honor.
Of restoring please do not ignore.
Return to me my pride and glory.
On this notion, I do implore.
Do not snatch the life within me.
Release my breathing so it flows free.
Of my name, you do not see.
On the list given unto thee.
Go thy way yonder time to come.
Here now living I’m not done.
~~~Preludes in the poem "Tones"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tones_1198731
I’ll let the pillows style my hair
And my morning breath won’t be fair
If you don’t want me then I don’t care
I’m in a haunting mood of truth beware
I can be who I am within my head
The thoughts I have like spam bleeding red
Of me trying so hard to be perfect
When no one is it’s not even worth it
I’m a girly girl at my best heart
Painting my nails dressing myself so sharp
Wearing my heart on my sleeve like art
Playing the tease using light and dark
But there are days I must be fire
Slaying a dragon and lifting higher
Than worldly things and carnal desire
To be the heroine that I inspire
This Venus mars thing of women and men
Seem like a game I’m not even in
Seems such a shame while he smiles
My brain’s wondering will he stick around
She wore an Armour over her dress
to go on and fight in the face of death
Joan of Arc is the name of the girl
that died at an age of nineteen years old
For the chance to make a change...
tell me, what have you achieved?
She is my Heroine
This is my Superwoman
The Unconditional Lover
Of the love that does deserve
And she stands to shine upon
the darkness of the night
She's a brave young solidarity
Unforgettable girl to my memory
To save a soul, Rachael (Corrie) lost her own...
Saying 'No', at the age of twenty three
To the Zionist bulldozery,
And the world did nothing at all...
She is my Heroine
This is my Superwoman
The Unconditional Lover
Of the love that does deserve
And she stands to shine upon
the darkness of the night
There are women in time, the idols of how to survive...
That are one of a kind, women of all times...
Helen Keller, Eva Peron, Queen Elizabeth, Nancy Astor, Anna Frank, Mother Tereasa,
Princess Diana, Jane Adams, Jane Austin, Catherine the Great, Mme Curie, Zaha
Hadid, Cleopatra, Queen Victoria, and many more... leaders of all time... be proud to
be a woman and don't allow men to decide if you have rights or not... you decide...
You wear no capes, no fancy bracelets
No super powers to be your shield.
And yet you are, by far, the bravest
Of souls I’ve seen amongst the fields.
Your tiny frame belies the strength you hide.
Some think you timid, some think you weak.
They don't know the chafing of your chide
Or with what wisdom that you speak.
You have a way in which you deal
With the turmoil of this world.
You speak your mind of what is real
Through your breath, the Truth is hurled.
With your sparkling eyes and heart so pure
You command respect, yet are humble still.
No one’s deceitful ways can endure,
Your steadfast gaze and reverent will.
TLH © 06-04-2012
Hero/Heroine Contest
as not you with yarmulke
delivering yogurts past the age of curdle
what you asked from me a cuddle
as in a tent you phantom
I'll be drooling for thank you
your mistake
as many tests show will be a park ranger
to deliver needles clean the life of certain
as a choice and not sunday school
waiting in line every saturday for chicken
but the rest of the week peanut butter
to cajoled an heart and a pee
I wish I had a dick to tell you all
and if my dog take a leak on a fire hydrant
no thanks to you
my camp close to the loonies
as discharged not to clog the jail
I kept them quiet at night
with sing song a lullaby
and one two three may be a tree
get your broom to make it clean
BE YOUR HERO OR HEROINE OF YOUR LIFE
Be the hero or heroine of your life, what is stopping you from being proud of yourself?
First you need to love yourself, no I mean really love yourself!
Does that sound crazy? Who loves themselves? The people who are proud! The people who use
their imagination, set themselves a goal on something they would love to achieve, put a
100% into it and never give up until they have reached that goal! These are the people who
succeed in life, the ones who have faith in themselves!.
Those who act on positive thoughts are sending out and receiving back positive
vibrations’, attracting all their desires. In exactly the same way, those thinking in a
negative frame of mind are attracting negativity towards them.
Does that ring home true to you? Look back at your life and remember when you were feeling
great, one great thing after the other, on an upward spiral, and then BOOM! Something
happens that slaps you in the face and down you go, negativity say hello!
You, me, everyone, we are all the same, we all have the power in us to reach our goals,
live our dreams, it all depends in which frame of mind we choose to be in, and to believe
in ourselves.
You see, life is all about choices, all we have to do is to make that choice, act upon
great thoughts, not to fall down when things go wrong, after all, as Mickey Rooney once
said, “You always pass failure on the way to success!
Be the hero or Heroine of your life, be Proud!
Simone Segal
Heroes come from all corners of the world
I hadn't thought about that until the 1998 Goodwill Games
Where she got injured and could be paralyzed
Meet my 17 year old little heroine Sang Lan!!
The fact that she's alive is a pretty amazing feat
Because when she overpowered on a front handspring vault
She struck the mat head-first and has a fracture-dislocation injury
Which is where she injured two vertebrae at the base of her neck.
Sang is an amazing young Chinese lady
Who has high spirits despite whatever her condition
She's had plenty of support from people around the world
And she has shown tremendous strength through this ordeal.
China's 1997 national vault champion is hoping
That an experimental nerve-building drug helps her paralysis
And she can do more for herself than the doctors ever thought possible
Because before her surgery she couldn't even sit up and hold her head up.
It looks like her gymnastics career could be over
Unless some kind of miracle takes place
Because she still had no feeling in her hands, wrists, and legs
However she did get some positive news after her surgery.
~ the only answer to any prayer - I'm here - we walk together ~
28/08/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero
Sponsored by: JCB Burl
17 syllables
1 place in the contest
You are like the run in my stocking
Stalking the soft of my leg
Revealing twisted truth dressed in sheer
Shearing it slowly away.
You try to pierce my protective caul
Calling me to breathe
Yet provide no air and leave me faint
Feint intentions to deceive.
You spill soft words drenched in rye
Wry remarks to abuse
But with you I will no longer lie
Lying to myself for you.
You are not my tender shining knight
Night is coarse and never shone
Locked in the confines of your cell
Selling my soul
Piece by Piece
Until all Peace was gone.
Make up! Sound! Camera! Light! Action!
Today, all seems just an illusion.
She had a dream to become a Heroine
Like Sophia, Audrey, Liz and Marilyn!
If not Hollywood, it can be Bollywood or Tollywood
Dream came true, luck favoured, her talents were recognized and understood.
Mesmerizing beauty, fabulous dancer, melodious singer, fantastic actor
Drew the attention of all producers, heroes and directors!
Film journalists and shutterbugs waited hours to take her interview and snaps,
Iris, she became of her fan's eyes, deserved their overwhelming claps.
Apollo of the Tinseltown, apple of the eye of the viewers,
Fame, wealth and stardom kissed her feet, as if within few hours.
Smiled sarcastically, Cupid, the God of Love, hiding himself behind a Cirrus,
Shot an arrow aimed at the Heroine's heart, singing a chorus with Aphrodite and Venus.
With her photo on the cover page, flashed the media,
She is getting married to a producer!
Fans were disheartened, industry was shocked,
heroine became a homemaker, thirty years passed!
Fans forgot her, beauty deserted her, all that was left was graying hair and wrinkles on her face.
The brightest star dropped down to earth, accompanied by golden memories and faded snaps, safely tucked in a silver case.
Born to be a woman apart,
the daughter of an Amazon Paradise Island Queen
they called her the warrior princess Diana
a baby formed from clay for the childless Queen
and given magical powers and super strength
or so the legend says . . .
Diana is treated like an outsider and outcast
but for the human world she becomes the super heroine
known as Wonder Woman
far from her Amazon Island of women only
the Gods of Olympus are always playing dark games
like the prodigal sun Apollo seeking
Zeus's throne in a vengeful battle
any other evil, and nasty things
and humans are caught in the line of fire
Wonder Woman must help so she leaves the Amazon
and while helping she discovers a secret
the truth of her origin . . .
not made of clay but the biological
daughter of Zeus and the Amazon Queen
of course the story changes
over the years about her beginnings
but her code is to help any in need always
using her super human powers and magical gifts
like her Lasso of Truth, a tiara projectile
she wears a pair of indestructible bracelets
and many more gifts on her array of enemies in battle
she has super force, strength and power
but also compassion and seeks peace
DC comics decided to make her beautiful . . .
so she takes on many roles in "mans" world
from nurse, to curator of a museum
and many, many more, blending in
so the stories say . . .
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September 10, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/Wonder Woman Super Heroine
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1486-471-10
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Superhero or Supervillain
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 09/21/2022
Fifth Place