Best Legion Poems
howling black wolves complain to new moon,
of devastation wrought by creatures!
different from rest in size and shape,
walk on two legs, strange hairless features!
in packs behind rigid barriers,
cunning to modulate world to needs,
the rivers run dark under their feet,
trees have perished to nourish their seeds!
clouds now migrate away to the south,
it thunders and rains where once desert,
vast oceans expand as glaciers melt,
cold death now haunts where once birds would nest.
hunt us down, say are born of devil,
spare not a thought for nature’s reasons,
we hunt when hungry, the weak and lame,
but they kill for game in all seasons!
fire horrors ravage homely woods,
cuckoo laments morning with its lore,
big herds that walked now dress their rooms,
world is wounded, earth is bleeding sore!
Horror! Horror! we cry to the moon,
our laments tear down the dark silence,
ruled by these creatures with hearts of stone,
they are destructive sans repentance!
we fear not ghosts that lurk in the dark,
nor dripping blood from a sharpened steel,
greater horror lurks where these things haunt,
a pestilence that rocks nature’s keel!
Written 3/May/2021
Funom Makama sponsored
Horror poetry contest
9 syllables each line-
lines2 and 4 rhyme in all quatrains!
POTD 05/05/2021
Categories:
legion, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Sweep then across the flowing sea of time
to stand unseen amid a stinking horde
and there behold the rich who turn away
or groveling poor that vaguely beckon—
surveying misery's grimy bounds of each.
Wretched feeble ones of withered limb
and clouded eye—ladies in their rags—
ignored by ones who might have paused and bent
but never did, to burden beggars' bowls,
nudging them from darkness into light.
Categories:
legion, poverty,
Form:
Blank verse
in legion of hues
sun falling behind the ridge
~ drawing final breath
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on May 30, 2019
Categories:
legion, appreciation, beautiful, color, death,
Form:
Haiku
In Syria we fought the French in 1941...
Foreign Legion and the Vichy French an 8 week war was won...
After battle with the slaughter, many bodies where they lay...
Don checked them as he oughta , found a gauntlet golden hey...
Oh it glistened with its set stones of red and shiny blue...
And Don's mates began to wonder could they get it off him too...
A frog sniper from a tower was a shooting us today ...
So we killed him with a Bren gun to his girlfriend's dismay..
Don went and checked the tower dragged down a Moslem priest...
Caught him by his whiskers now, just a holy man at least ...
The girl was still a wailing and cursing at Dons feet...
as she kissed and held her lover, Don came down the street...
Don then the pin released...
So the gauntlet dropped beside her ...
He couldn't help her with her grief...
The gauntlet wanted neither...
Safer with her was the gauntlet gold...
She snavelled it so quick... (grabbed)
On the priest still the whisker hold....
His blood she still did lick?....
Don got this souviner on the battlefield amongst the dead, some might have killed him to
get it...
Aussies including Don Johnson 2/25th Btn. (As he told me) .Fought the French Foreign ,
Vichy French and Syrian Arab people for 8 weeks in 1941. People from the Indian Army and
the Poms were there too at the finish......Don Johnson .....At this place Don and George
Gibson saw where a young woman and child had been killed by the same bayonet stroke .
George pointed to the cross around her neck and said to Don the little ju ju didn't save her?
Don said the Arabs were selling fresh meat in the street covered with flies to other Arabs
and the flies were still having a party on the many dead, so they held guns on the Arabs
and made them bury the dead which were being ignored
...http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
Categories:
legion, adventurepeople, people,
Form:
Rhyme
In the deepest, darkest, dankest depths,
the creatures plan and hedge their bets,
they ponder just how bad we'll get,
and smoke their foreign cigarettes.
Concentrating on the Middle East,
they've hatched and raised a hateful beast,
and guaranteed they'll be no peace,
so war and suffering will not cease.
In Africa their foothold's firm,
so many die from spreading germs,
they love to watch the infants squirm,
their bloated flesh the food for worms.
Their goal is to destroy mankind,
plant seeds of hatred in our minds,
their pact with Satan's sealed and signed,
in blood upon the dotted line.
The rain forest is their target, too,
cage all the creatures in a zoo,
cut down the trees and plant no new,
and watch the greenhouse gasses spew.
Make sure the seas are full of trash,
and oil spills as hulls are gashed,
they want to see our hopes be dashed,
the dice are thrown, the die is cast.
They sit and chew on monkey bones,
and laugh as storms destroy our homes,
in league with trolls and hunchbacked gnomes,
they breed in secret catacombs.
The darkness glides on silent wings,
and is repelled by just one thing:
the song of prayer our hearts sing,
with love we can defeat this thing.
Categories:
legion, life, mystery, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Monorhyme
Ignatius inspected his cohort
The unknown one and his men
He needed the best to fight for him
He needed the best to fight for them
Iduma stood tall, with a beard of fiery red
Didn’t like Ignatius, he wanted his job instead
Now was the time, he could prove his worth
He was born to be a leader; he knew it from birth
Ianus the two-faced one, wasn’t sure whose side to take
He watched Ignatius and Iduma, he waited for his break
The cohorts were ordered to drink, and sup from the pool
Then Ignatius would pick his men, he was nobody’s fool
To take Britannia from Caesar, that was Ignatius’ game
And then he wouldn’t be unknown, everyone will know his name
The ones that sipped from the pool, while keeping watch around
They were the cohorts Ignatius used, his cohorts he had found
Caesar when he slept, would be in his tent set by the river
Ignatius sent his men, to bring back the Caesar’s liver
Iduma heard the plan, his temper rose and boiled
He would not let Caesar die; it was Ignatius that would be broiled
Ianus watched them both, a side he needed to pick
He wanted to be on the winning one, he knew he must act quick
The cohorts crept into the camp; to take Caesar was their plan
Then Ignatius knew he would be leader, he would be their man
Ianus decided to foil the plan, and so he set a small trap
He told Caesar what was afoot, and then his thigh did slap
He hid in Caesars’ tent and waited for the cohorts
But it seemed to him that Idouma… must have read his thoughts
His two-faced trickery failed, at the conception of his plan
Iduma didn’t trust him, he was a two-faced man
Ianus of the two faces would pick sides when things were good
But he hadn’t counted on Idouma; it was something that he should
Ignatius failed to take Caesar, and will forever remain unknown
Londinium became a diocese, of the Roman throne
With Ianus dead and Ignatius too, that left only Iduma with his men
For Caesar to promote him, not of one cohort, but ten.
Ignatius . Loose translations in Latin …..Unknowning
Iduma… ……………………………. red
Ianus… …………………………… two faces.
Caesar……………………………………King
Cohorts…….. The Legion was split into 10 Cohorts. The Cohorts were divided into
Centuries. The First Cohort contained five centuries of 160 'crack troops.
Categories:
legion, adventure,
Form:
Verse
Nothing has changed from three centuries ago
Men sent in masses, liberate, on with the foe
When actually the foe hides deep from within
Leaders of countries calculate who will win
To the poor rotten soldier crippled and maimed
Fighting for liberty never knows he's been framed
Love the War not the Warrior trudge on Hero Brave
There is money in War. Big Money. . . Still. . . to be made!
Categories:
legion, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
My name is Legion: for we are many
You who have the gift of life you who have the gift of love
by Gods grace grant me the best of all gifts
the gift of a merciful death
A man might have immortal life and wander
for all the generations of man till reaching the edge of doomsday
let me find harbour to see again with longing the lives of those who grow old and die
Of those who die
He who knows our thoughts will he not hear our words
Categories:
legion, faith, inspirational, longing, life,
Form:
Free verse
standing at the edge of no more time
I see the bottom of the grave
it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place
malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain
i will not move
no i can not move
fear has taken over me
how cold
how sad
i do not know how to fight
this demon, who is not a demon
but the DEVIL him self
he has a head
with eyes and ears
who do not get caught
for They Are Many
and i am only one
trust no one....
is not just a saying
but a truth to live by
for they know the price of blood
and will sell out all who get in their way
"My name is Legion, for we are many"
"Nomen mihi Legio est, quia multi sumus"(In Latin)
Categories:
legion, business, death, funeral, health,
Form:
My name is Legion: for we are many
Legio mihi nomen est, quia multi sumus
You who have the gift of life
you who have the gift of love
by Gods grace grant me the best of all gifts
the gift of a merciful death
A man might have immortal life and wander
for all the generations of man till reaching the edge of doomsday
let me find harbour to see again with longing the lives of those who grow old and die
Of those who die
He who knows our thoughts will he not hear our words
Categories:
legion, faith, forgiveness, longing, life,
Form:
Free verse
The Demonic Prince
Demons
The legion of demons
They dwell
In the cold place of hell
Tempt thee
The depth of hell's empty
They're here
For it's time to spread fear
Black crows
Come out of the shadows
They mean
They mean to ruin thee
But who
The demon inside you
Split Couplet Variation:
- Iambic monometer
- Iambic trimeter
Rhyme Scheme:
- Coupled rhyme (AA, BB, CC, etc.)
Keeping Rhythm or Meter:
- The ti-tum rhythm is known as an iamb
- An iamb is a metrical foot
- An iamb is disyllabic
- An iamb has an unstressed syllable on the first sound and a stressed syllable on the second sound
An unstressed syllable sound:
- Lower
- Shorter
- Quieter
A stressed syllable sound:
- Higher
- Longer
- Louder
If the poetic meter of the poetic form is iambic monometer & iambic trimeter:
- Iambic means of or using iambs
- Monometer is a line of verse consisting of one metrical foot
- If an iamb is a metrical foot and the poetic meter is an iambic monometer, then it is simply just one iamb (ti-tum)
- Trimeter is a line of verse consisting of three metrical feet
- Again, if an iamb is a metrical foot and the poetic meter is iambic trimeter, then there are three iambs (ti-tum, ti-tum, ti-tum)
Track: Madchild - Write It Down
Categories:
legion, death, horror,
Form:
Couplet
Disciplined organised and full of stout,
Marching in formation to the General's shout,
Holding their swords and weapons at the ready,
An elite told to stand steady,
For little be known for the evil this legion die to protect
A howling fills the deathly night
sends a splinted shiver of fear through brave men
Not breaking their ranks a wolf unlike a native beast
Rises up out of the darkness for it's feast,
Standing up right a werewolf pack diseased
The moment seized
A couple of soldiers fall blood stains their armour,
The bloodbath follows is a level of karma
As one by one the Legion get ripped apart,
Screaming men with amputated arms and legs
Knowing that with this enemy you can longer beg
For one bite enough to change them
Into an abominable hybrid of wolves and men
A couple of survivors loyal
protect the general,
but little known that he was the one with the dark secret to keep,
His body contorts his eyes drop a tear like a weep,
But this is no cry and pity or comradeship,
But because he allowed himself to get bit.
He turned on the survivors who were willing to die for him,
As now he is a changed beast the disease of sin.
Categories:
legion, war,
Form:
Free verse
So few are they whose legion is peace.
Did Columbus chase the stillness
beyond tumultuous seas?
Sails and oars were manned by dissidents,
genocide is patent.
Prayers and spreads with huge birds
were answered with reservations,
provisions like prisons,
and birthrights lifted.
So few are they whose legion is peace.
Devoid of wings, souls fly
to escape the flaming towers.
Barren of truth, tongues lie
to secure legends of power,
and destroy past ally.
It is for youth to pursue truth
before the wicked moons glide by.
Leap with faith like ten Moses,
your Sabbath day is nigh.
Race is diversion,
kissing cheeks of cliché.
Is the spoil more than the sacrifice?
The new buds quietly fade;
their radiance slowly dies,
and the few whose throng is not peace
hold their heads so high,
while mothers blame the God
who watched their children’s suicide.
Categories:
legion, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
The 10 th legion of the Roman Empire
Wondered why no matter what
The other side knew they were somewhere
Took them forever to figure out that
They marched in silence, along the way
nothing clinked not a word spoken
Yet the men in armour were waiting there
What magic was their token
Wasn't magic you idiots of roman hue
Can't you guess why all know where your at
It's all the garlic you like to chew
They can smell you miles away in fact.
You plant fields of garlic to eat by all
Medication in its infancy
Great for healing the wounds you have
You'd have less if you listen to me
Stop chewing garlic all day long
Your breath would then surely smell fresh
Carry on the way you are
The 10th legion will get less and less
Roman soldiers ate garlic to inspire them and give them courage. Because that's what the Roman generals believed they planted fields of garlic in the countries they conquered, believing that courage was transferred to the battlefield.
Penned 01/06/2014
Categories:
legion, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Synonymous of The Roman legion,
Is strength and patriotism,
Courage put to swords!
Determined bloodshed, belligerent war,
Humanity stands the gaff,
Victory or failure ?
Kimos- 10/7/6
Written on 30/6/14
Contest- The Roman Legion
Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst
Ranked 4th
Categories:
legion, conflict, patriotic, war,
Form:
Kimo