Best Knight Poems
In days of old,
ye knights were bold
And Dragons roamed the land
Sir Lancelot, he was a knight
And Fought with Sword in hand
White horse he rode
With his lance
A shiny suit of armour
Beware this knight, the story goes
He really is a charmer!
Now one fine day, he saw a lass
And whispered in her ear
A shock he got, when she revealed
I’m lady Guinevere
In love they fell
Before too long
Merlin cast a spell
While hunting out one afternoon
The king, black knight would tell
Black knight ‘s plan
Came alight
When Lancelot was banished
Shed a tear, did Guinevere
When she learned he’d vanished.
Now this legend
Hath been told
A morale doth contain
Keep your lance, tucked in your pants
And save yourself the pain!
For my satire group, and for Will; a fairy tale
To a fanfare of horns
The young knight returned
With a tale of slain dragons to tell
The princesses blushed
And the old queen flushed
And the gay knights were happy as well
He had cast down his cross
From the height of his hoss
And left the thing there where it fell
For the great and the good
Were in need of the wood
To stoke up the fires of hell
He’d only been back for a moment before
He was begging a poke with a pardon
And a giggle, and “Push!”
From a quivering bush
Could be heard from the end of the garden
No need for a graven memorial stone
Or the ring of a funeral bell
The young knight was back
And well up for the crack
And all in the kingdom was well
© Gail Foster 2016
He rides towards the setting sun
Further and further from his special one
The sound of his armor clanking with each hoof beat
Perspiration horse and rider oppressive desert heat
He rides through the desert to find the Prince.
Commissioned by the King to bring him home.
All others afraid he rides alone.
He will not stop until he fulfills this pact.
His spirit is strong he chooses to act.
The King makes a promise,
"Brave Knight, bring my son home,
you can have anything,
a castle of stone."
Knight responds, " I will do what you ask.
I will not stop
Until I complete the task.
Allow me to make
but one request,
to marry your daughter Jessica
when I pass this test."
She with the face of an Angel,
stunning blue eyes.
Heart so beautiful,
his mighty soul cries.
No man would stand,
in the Knight's way.
Yet there are things,
much deeper at play.
Days and nights in the desert,
plays tricks on the mind.
Time has no meaning,
as it begins to unwind.
He heads into the valley,
the valley of death.
Gods willing,
he won't breathe his last breath
Witches enchantresses,
orbs of blue light.
Naked nymphs dancing,
in the glowing moonlight.
He dismounts,
calls out the Prince's name
The Prince is engaged
In a deadly game
The prince responds,
"please leave me be.
I am being pleasured,
by the beauty you see."
The creatures of the night,
seek his seed,
In exchange they promise,
to satisfy every need.
The Knight,
strong and true.
He sees beyond,
nimble bodies of blue.
The voice of his Jessica,
whispers in his heart.
With his sword,
he tears the illusion apart.
Bodies of the demons
in a pile they lay
He fights through the evening
Until light of day
The Prince freed,
from a prison of lies.
Fooled by illusion,
he didn't realize.
A Knight strong and brave,
loyal and wise.
Evil banished,
he claims his prize.
Home to his Princess the Kingdom saved.
Triumphant return the banners are waved.
A Heros welcome a true loves kiss.
Endings don't come much happier than this.
Medieval Idealism, contest
Written July 30th 2013.
He is a silly man without a clue
that musky roses in red give me flu
I told him once and then twice
all in vain…again thrice
now I'm sneezing…stuck in his fancy glue
Blood surges through the deep gash in his armor
while the brave knight writhes in pain and cries in anguish.
The battle is over now and the knight drops hard to the ground
knowing that his life force is ebbing and his strength is waning.
With the battle finished the knight begins his final fight
with Death in his inevitable glory and result.
The knight’s blood now slows to a quiet trickle like blood tears
while key moments in his life flash before him lightening quick.
The knight finds his comfort in love of family and country;
this is a moment of solace as his body tightens in Death’s grip.
His blood now seeps into the ground itself and his breathing grows shallow,
and twilight moves to darkness in the knight’s final conscious thought.
The knight murmurs: fighting, war, and duty to my king have been my life,
but now I must take leave of this mortal coil.
With that Death takes the Knight’s mortal body and the hand of God carries
his heavenly soul to everlasting eternity.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 9, 2014) (Distich or Unrhymed Couplet)
On the horizon dawn sits
My knight in shining armour
Waits, gallantly he rides forth
Embraces his bride and kiss
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Rising of the red dragon,
roaring loud clap of thunder,
wings spread from a trap dungeon,
on top a summit underground well.
An old English Falcon knight,
the bells summon, as the priest
runs out shouting in sheer fright,
a demon has invaded the church.
The Falcon knight rows his boat
out an overlooked distant
island in search for seventh
son, of the seventh son's assistance.
A seer and restorer
of life, son of a white witch.
Gold coins for the Lettermore,
the seventh son, his new apprentice.
A stone talisman around
his neck he wears for safety.
Stone stolen from the unbound
red dragon's veiled abbey gold coffers.
Ominous blood crescent moon,
amidst overhanging clouds,
shamed by the red dragon's wrath,
and the overturning darken runes.
The Lettermore and last of
noble Falcon knights that's left,
arm themselves, and journey off
upon their hunt and difficult quest.
Early morning and mountains
of green, leaves flutter and dance,
with clear limpid flowing streams.
Horses trot in rhythm, caught in a trance,
in search of the dragon queen.
She finds her doom in the hands
of noble knight shrew, unseen
knife, in her transformed feminine skin.
2/28/2022
Lind30nr Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
7779 unrhyme, using How Many Syllables Counter
inspired by the movie "Seventh Son"
He rode the wind on mighty steed
He drove it fast to gain more speed
To win maiden in noble deed
As he galloped in the night…
He found his damsel in distress
With dragon claws clutching her dress
Disheveled hair and heart astress
As he galloped within sight…
One swift leap and he came aground
His rebel yell a mighty sound
Courage to fight in her he found
As he strode into her plight…
She gazed at eyes of azure blue
A depth of love she never knew
For handsome knight so brave and true
As she held on with her might…
He sunk he sword in to the hilt
Dragon heart blood to ground was spilt
Caught the damsel about to wilt
As his valor set things right…
In his strong arms she found her place
She gazed into his angel face
Between their bodies not a space
As the night was tinged with light…
He bowed his head to plant a kiss
A song of love, no dragon hiss
Her world now filled with utter bliss
As to heaven they took flight….
For Isaiah Zerbest Medaeval contest
August 3, 2013
Traveling along these celestial corridores
Through the spectrum, called life ~
Brought forth by a birth....
Bourn, for this very purpose in time?
A revelation revealed, by the hands of imperatives, "Faith!"
These reverent realities, of a humbled soul ~
Manifest amid a myriad of moments....
Symbolic twinklings, of love laced stardust
Glitter from above, sprinkled before my eyes
This, amid glories impeccable Kingdom!
A binding cup now poured upon my sight
From within the throne of, "Everlastings Light" ~
Turning such truths towards this vision, I cry
For I am caught betwixt, the flesh and the spirit....
Knowing that everyday, I must face this evil, or so it seems
As Paul the Apostle once did upon the streets of Rome
O' wretched man that he was; bound in this body of frailties....
Do I envite it; this calamity of darkness' dynasty?!
Led by the prince of junapers himself; the fallen angel
Spreading his tear stained wings, upon the face of the earth
The valley of his own, shadow of death!
No, I would rather that these bindings sometimes
Did they ever exist....
But the truth is, they cannot hide; will not hide?
Nor, now neither can I, from their constant lasciviousness
Compelled it so clearly seems...."Chosen!"
While these principalities of pains provincial night
Transduce their tides of disease, amid their final days....
This plague; like a herd of lacerating locust
Devouring the unsuspecting fields of, innocent humanity!? ~ {Cont}
NOTE: A young college football player who plays for a team that I follow was seriously hurt this
past weekend. I wrote this poem in honor of that young man and in hopes of a speedy
recovery.
The scarlet warrior with foe in sight,
Stops the advance with all his might.
First, a roar of great celebration;
Then a silencing of the elation.
Prideful eyes from thousands of fans,
Watch attentively with folded hands.
On the ground lies one of their own;
A knight fighting gallantly for his home.
From the banks of the ole Raritan,
Prayers and thoughts for Eric LeGrand.
Representing his school and his state;
Of his courage and valor there’s no debate.
Playing a game he dearly loves;
Blessed with ability given from above.
Now relies on his inner strength,
And all our support to every length.
I only know Eric as a Rutgers’ fan,
But some day would like to shake his hand,
And on that day when he retakes the field,
On my knees, to God, I’ll give thanks and kneel.
Sweep away the past, and all
The times that brought you sorrow
Your future lies in us until
Tomorrow and tomorrow
Lock your nightmares up beyond
Some vast and solid door
I’m your knight in shining armour
And will be for evermore
Shut out your lifelong worries
All your troubles and your fears
Lay down with me my lady
I will kiss away your tears
This subtle dance in smallest tendons
And tiniest of contractions,
In littlest of words.
Minor C, disclosed in me in
tapping of ten digits
on my sheets.
When they dance in, and straighten,
Lift me so high, I smile...
Upright posture.
Ink flows in, -in colours inimitable
by any wild palette-
and out again.
Arabesque in a lazy Arabian Night
by a knight chained
and beaten, battu.
Let my hands play F and C
Let their hands help,
Legs changé.
In inmost words that find
their final place,
ultimately.
***
March 3, 2017
© Darren White
~Merry, Merry~
Twas the night before Christmas and all around my house….
I heard loud footsteps,far heavier than even an overweight,mouse.
Irene, my calico cat,so high on good weed, snuggled in her bed.
While images of muscular hunks in speedos, danced in my old, poetic head!
When out on my lawn, I heard such a clamarous noise….
I wished and wished Santa brought me a sleigh full of boy-toys.
I decided to look outside and see what was the matter.
And, behold, the handsome fireman, who saved my life last week,
was climbing up the ladder!
The moon on his legs, gave off such a amberescent glow…..
I swear, it seemed as though I had snorted a big wad of blow!
He was so young, no grandpa was he, and not one wrinkle.
And those big, blue eyes, did far more than just twinkle!!
The crest of the moon on the new fallen snow.
Higltlighted,his muscular, gluteus maximus….
Far more, than you will ever be blessed to know!
He climbed down the ladder and inquired if I was alright.
I thanked him for the visit, and for my best ever,glorious,
Christmas Eve Night!
12/23/2024
In a certain far land,
In it there existed,
This knight of love,
Who in it insisted.
This knight of love i say,
"I want my rib,"said he,
"All the cost i will pay,"
Were the words spewed by thee.
Many a beholder he had,
That never wanted him dead,
That all cherished him to the brim,
For he was a big a dream.
In this same far land,
There existed a beautiful girl,
Who the night of love loved,
With a love engraved in his heart.
Shining armor clad 'pon a white horse
Eternally strong knight my love, my guide
Reign in, hold, steer my feeble course
Encircle with loving arms, shelter, hide
Now let it be known I'm your pride
Delighted in you, you're love constant source
Intriguing the very thought of you implied
Passionate moments spent no remorse
Incomparable joy, rapture when by your side
Touched, tasted of tranquility yearningly tied
Year: 2012
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Romance Me With English Quintain
Written: November 5 and 6, 2012
The first letter of each line read downward
spells another word plus the first letter of year.