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Best Horatio Poems


Tribute To Horatio Nelson
Thou 
great 
son 
of 
the 
land!

Salute! 
Salute!! 
We 
Salute 
thee!!!
An 
unwavering 
patriot, 
undaunted 
mountain.
British 
admiral 
and 
nava 
hero.
Toulon 
submitted 
to 
thy 
naval 
prowess.
At 
Calvi,thy 
right 
eye 
was 
obliterated,thou 
was 
not 
shaken.
Thy 
prominient 
role 
led 
to 
victories 
off 
Cape 
Saint 
Vincent,the 
nile 
battle; 
great 
conqueror,Napoleon
Advanced 
not...

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Categories: horatio, tribute
Form: Elegy
Horatio
With his heat protective suit
And his cape of perfect red
He had his yellow helmet
Fastened securely on his head

He felt like the superhero
That he really truly was
But it didn’t always go to plan
And this was because…

No one would believe him
When he spun inside his wheel
That by...

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Categories: horatio, animal,
Form:
Cock Robin and Horatio
Pray sit a while, while I relate this christmas tale for you,
as told to me by a dear dear friend, (I believe it almost true!)
Imagine, by a cottage wall, a snowman stands, forlorn,
made by busy childlike hands, early that very morn,
Alighting on a nearby tree,...

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© June Fone  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: horatio, fantasy, children, funnychristmas, old,
Form: Narrative

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Imperfect Horatio
spiral darker
   deeper down
 ever starker
   viral rounds

sing out somber, to the seas
 of tears of floods, uprooted trees,
   the flotsam the jetsam
 the waste and ennui
        barred walls of this cyclonic...

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Categories: horatio, loss
Form: Free verse
Lord Horatio Nelson
Did Nelson give one scintilla
about France’s silly flotilla?
No! Nor was he bashful at court,
though of the quite gaseous sort,
as his farts smelled of vanilla....

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Categories: horatio, history, humorous,
Form: Quintilla
THUS SAID HORATIO


     There is a fair measure in things
    there is a middle ground in everything
    there must be order even in the mess
      est modus in rebus...

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Categories: horatio, allusion, analogy, perspective, truth,
Form: Epigram



No - I Am Not Prince Hamlet, Nor Was Meant To Be
Pray, my lord, says the priest. ‘Tis sweet balm for the soul,
and he, he sees yours-
Lord, I hope not- you think.
‘O! there are spirits of the air!’
a poet will write centuries after they give you your soldier’s burial
so when you turn to gaze into the...

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Categories: horatio, death, murder, remember,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things