Best Horatio Poems
Tribute To Horatio NelsonThou
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
HoratioWith 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 HoratioPray 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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Categories:
horatio, fantasy, children, funnychristmas, old,
Form:
Narrative
Imperfect Horatiospiral 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 NelsonDid 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 BePray, 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