Best Ozymandias Poems

O How Great It Is...
To be alive on this day!
Heh, Most unlike you!

You're Deader then dead
Just like the wooly mammoth,
Who's also your dad

I'm alive in space!
Without a care or worry...
I'm forever free.

Remember highschool?
Well, I haven't forgotten.
But you have, my dear

You rejected me!
But not privately, mind...

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The Modern Ozymandias

The Shelley poem adapted by Elton Camp

There was a stadium at Pennsylvania State
Where two strong and trunkless legs now stand
Near them, on the ground, a fallen visage lies
Wrinkled brow and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which survive, stamped...

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A modern herald in an ancient land
Announced to whole world this: "A massive bronze
Hand lies beneath some lofty columns grand;
Nearby, a cracked and spit-drenched head, so huge,
The mustached lips yet primed for stern command,
Cold eyes that espied what passions were unleashed
From now freed hearts years-cooped...

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all my clothes are rags
all my cups are cracked
all my plates are smeared
and all my windows smashed
all my pets are bugs
all my books are ripped
all my time is spent
and all my friends are drugs
all my hope is gone
all my words are crazy
all my world is...

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Once there was a famous king,
More famous than Ozymandias.
His name was King Wolf. 
Sultan was his nickname.
He called himself a benevolent despot;
And his style of government 
A ‘democratic dictatorship.’

He spoke good English— 
A foreign language, though; 
Only a minor problem with 'l' and 'r': 
Once,...

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I HEARD THEY THOUGHT THEMSELVES CIVILIZED

Each grain of gorged sand
civilized people —
themselves owned; owned land.

meanwhile the steeple
looked down at the band
of loquacious stock.
each thought themselves well
in front of the rock.

Ozymandias’ plaque —
bleak headstone of hell!

Cain’s ark had a crack —
offed sand of red sea.

Cornerstone cuts...

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(Rhyme scheme : abba abba cde cde)

I met a pessimist walker in Optimist Park,
She walked with a walker and a co-walker
Crippled, stressed, depressed, a fatuous talker.
Swaying on either side, not in her mark.
Troubled by winged insects blood sucker in the park
“mosi-ki-toss” many “mosi-ki-toss as if...

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I swing into action
Armed with wine 
The spirit willing, really for anything
Watch the Drama

Fire in my eye, dry throat, cracking lip
I stammer a little, with Socratic confidence 
I am stinking of words, ammunition from hell
Most haunting jargon, charging and burning
Listen, you mortals
The making of a...

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Of what maze is time-
That a little petal solves?
Blossoming in dim light
Against the cliché it holds

Strong when the ends are-
Seen, weak when the ends are bleak
The tradition of-
Eon a burden long borne

Scents when the mind rest
Bloom when the muscles tremble
Like a ghost it breaks-
Free from...

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[Note: You will see in the work below connections to other poems I have posted here.  Those poems are tangents to this poem that more completely tell the tale of rise, pride, hubris, fall, and reckoning. -- DT]

Wire me up!
Run that current through my...

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Let Haiti be absolutely free
Haiti is the father of Freedom and Liberty
Haiti is the first nation to forever ban or abolish slavery
And the slave trade in the western hemisphere
And in the world
The first to practice absolute equality
Among men and women on this sphere
And throughout the...

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every day seven hundred million video clips
are shot and stored on memory chips
then uploaded to some video cloud
and vaporously saved for society proud

the dog tricks, the hilarious cats, 
pretty daughters, the mundane facts
the sunsets and beautiful flowers
seven hundred million fractions of hours

personally amorous indiscreet ****...

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Buson had his comb
and Pound, his blackened bough.
But I am no poet.

I do not rage. Rage
is not for me.
Inspiration does
not peer through my ribs.

I cannot talk of Michelangelo
Or tell of Grecian Urns. No,
Ozymandias has not looked upon
My works.

What I write will not
Stand up with the...

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Not the sleek modern skyscrapers
Fragile, slim, standing tall
Catwalk queens of present times

But squat, imposing, solid built
Dowagers of a bygone age!

Forgotten memorials
Screaming, unheard, unseen
Proclaim of valor 
In faded wars.

Winged griffins,
Gargoyles, Gods, Goddesses
Look down and stare
Mute remnants of majesty.
Verily Ozymandias comes to mind.

The lanes littered
With the birds,...

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I would dance on your tongue for 3 days in a row. 
until you were completely wet.
 pray for submission, pray for love,
 a love that burns, in the body,
 in the soul and between the legs. 
Burn where your juices are ready to flow....

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