Best Martial Arts Poems

Karate is not only about winning, but also mastering your mind.



Date: 09/12/2015...

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Martial arts come in many forms
They’d studied the animals until dawn
With style and grace they master their art
From dusk till dawn they train from the heart



Fluid and free they move like water
Practicing moves that could slaughter
A highly skilled philosophy
Moving with elegance, such as tai chi




The...

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martial artist
bows to his master
attacks...

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The roughest, toughest to ever enter the Octagon/
Beating the competition to a pulp, is what I be on/
I do not cut slack, my combinations are vicious/
They hit you back to back, the impact is stupendous/
Your blood is delicious, the smell is metallic/
Stepping in the ring...

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master the sense of balance
spin and rotate
master weightlessness
on the head of a pin


stan sand...

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"Ki-Ahp!" I draw back my arm like a sword,
stepping back to challenge, before bracing forward.

Like weapons meeting, grunting lips clink,
each movement controlled, bodies never link.

Roundhouse kicks swing, kumgang punches pop.
Whirlwinds can be felt with each rapid chop.

Maneuvers are blocked with reflexes swift.
From side to side,...

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My goldfish Finster Darcy
Speaks English but not Farsi
He has an education
And moral reputation
He does kung-fu better than you
He's such an inspiration....

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He stands in diametrical opposition,
taking in the measures of his opposite self,
taking on the warriors stance,
that leads into the martial dance.

His pace is measured,
every breath taken at deliberate pace,
as he puts on a mask of passivity,
that is now his warriors face.

The dance begins,
the energy pools...

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High atop our chimney breast,
Lives Steve Seagull upon his nest.
He’s a highly trained, bombing master,
Atop my rooftop, his name spells disaster.

If you’re like me, and live down by the sea,
You’d better hide quick, and find the nearest tree.
He thinks the seaside sky’s his domain,
And his...

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Swirling, pulsing, and throbbing through air
came a cloud, not quite black, above my bed, 
not closing my eyes and watching in fear, 
Death would be easy but the cloud was my dread.

Looking closer, I viewed a darkening black spot
two thirds of the way down the...

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