Best Trojan Poems
So it was that tragedy, which lead me finally,
Have another invasion, upon my lands-never,
To guard my boundaries, and bolster my army,
Let the pain in my heart, with cold fury- wither
The petty palisades of wood, are now of stone,
Upon ramparts are erected, many cannons strong,
Mighty swords sharpened, arrow-heads honed,
Wishing anger to sustain me, keep my vigil long
Much has been done, and more has been sought,
I promised to be mighty, not conquered futilely,
Often I be dismal, when I stare down my moat,
Need I be strong always, but eternally lonely?
Thence once these lonesome times, I look at you,
Saw a princess lovely, aloof and shy,
Could such beauty hold, a heart pure and true?
“No” I told myself, knowing full well I lie
Every moment then, are filled with longing,
For I knew you were special, a fragile innocence,
Could my night watch finally, see it’s morning?
But I won’t give up easy, what I built so far hence
To harsh self-flagellation, this denial has turned,
Fiercer heart-rending than, being left for a fool,
More formidable even, than all the days I mourned,
For rejection of affection, is now my first rule
Behind my quiet hard eyes, I ask you fervently,
Underneath my grim and dark façade, lies a question,
Hoping against hope, you will hear this mute plea,
Allow me once again, to breath Love’s desperation
Hear this entreaty, asked in silent despondency,
Words are not needed, Just feel my agony……
Could you be the Trojan horse,
To capture surreptitiously my heart?
Free me from this maddening curse,
Shatter this misery to the tiniest parts
Learnt by the pang of fear
Oh Trojan horse thou art fair
So fearful and hard to near
Your presence!A dread even to air
Leading to an ancient unknown fence
Creating anguish in the ambience
Like a mad dog thou locate
Your way to doom or heaven's gate
Vigour in you aint got an end
For strong art thou till the end
Of world and world beyond thy tend
Black and white, in a line
Some are heavy, some are fine
Changing, creeping, cunning
Smoothly, quickly, running
Some are found, some are not
Isn't safe- destroy the lot
Poem written about a manual DOS scan to find Trojan virus ;)
My brain is literally just full of poetry. I mean who the hell writes a poem about a Trojan while their computer is scanning?? Me.
Gray grow the daffodils in Depression’s field
where thorn bushes thrive
and the sun shines indifferently,
obscured by sadness’ haze.
Sex offers no allure in Depression’s bed
where desire lies as dead as laughter,
and love finds no purchase
where there is only room for pain.
Yet the senses thrive in this wasteland of the soul,
heightened and open to Art’s inspiration.
Is this my compensation
for the darkness that it brings?
July 28, 2015
Once is gust a knell,
Shuddered a colt
Shattered his mane athwart
His wafting soul a shaft of fear
Like a sprout!
Staggering in frisson
A gladiator, reined him in prison
His body, an etched pigeon
Under the lashing ribbon
Long time went on and on
As trained and brisk as Trojan
Until in one grim morn
He was left alone, forlorn.
Then, a shadow of hippogriff
Scratched his hoof so stiff,
Captured him by defeat.
Hey… my coy horse, an orphan,
Still flutter in this repellent
Lagoon, while Poseidon
Is himself drowned.
Could you be the Trojan horse,
To bypass the defences of my heart?
Let harmless acts of kindness, run a course,
Break all barriers, to the tiniest part
For once there was, a fancy conqueror,
With soldiers and horses, and tall banners,
In the stomping ground, there was such tremor,
She was fearful and bold, in all manners
She battered my strong gates, scaled my wall,
Rained upon me rocks, and fiery arrows,
My good soldiers, one by one came to fall,
There was much sorrow, on their death throes
Woe be my army, vanquished and beaten,
Torn apart in the blitz, of sudden attack,
All of them stood, until thoroughly smitten,
True warriors’ courage, they never did lack
So alas for me, I did surrender,
My forts and castle, and kingdom whole,
Lest all that remains, be torn asunder,
I gave her my all, from King to Fool
She took it all, and claimed as her own,
I played the Jester, upon her feet,
Settled herself, on my sorry throne,
Never did knew, my heart’s dead meat
At first it was easy, to her bend my knees,
For she was radiant, and beyond compare,
My woeful sorrows, she banished with a kiss
An empress divine, she was my lady fair
It came to pass, she turned a bad leaf,
Here acts were no more, of a fair sovereign,
She became hard, and wearyingly stiff
Upon us both settled, a palpable strain
I never realized, she had her sights,
To another domain, richer than mine,
Her inflamed passion, ebbed to dim lights
In her mind formed, a betrayer’s design
Then she announced, in my once great hall,
How she intends, to march once more,
To another conquest, ripe for the fall,
Greater things she said, lies for her in store
She assembled once more, her great army,
Mightier ever, than the one who came,
Her ranks has swelled, strengthened by the bounty,
Of my kingdom conquered, that she made tame
The dust she stirred, with abrupt departure,
Took the longest time, to finally settle,
A bitter-sweet moment, my life’s great torture,
But stand up I did, with my hard won mettle
Before her I thought, I’m consigned to be alone,
Live only for myself, without for others- care,
Never imagined, to foolish love I’d be prone
Now cruel melancholy, upon my face- stare
Trojan War
As I sweep the floor I find little pieces of you.
Reminding me of you.
That you were once here.
Living in our house.
Being part of my life.
Now you're gone.
I know where.
I sweep the floor.
Cleaning up.
Ridding my house of your presence.
When the last piece of you is swept away, I'm free.
Free of you forever.
There go your severed fingers.
Followed by strands of your golden hair.
One of your eyes tries to roll free.
Got it!
It all goes into my dustpan.
Then down the toilet, to be cleansed by water.
I look forward to that bit.
Ridding this place of you.
Your influence fantastically finished.
I feel rapturous.
I shout and dance with joy.
I've done it!
Got rid of you.
I'm not saying how I parted you to pieces.
Magic?
The last bit of you is brushed up, your small button nose.
Down the toilet you fall.
Flush goes the life saving water.
Goodbye dear sister.
I knew you wanted to do this to me.
Now nobody will know of what we did.
Of your pregnancy.
I cleansed the baby too.
It was inside you as you fell.
It won't cleanse me in twenty years, if you failed.
You see, I'm a warrior and Troy must fall.
I must have my war.
I refuse to be lazy and fat.
Like the Greek elders.
Maybe I'll kill them next.
I loathe them and their tampering actions.
Some things are sacred.
Just like you once were.
Goodbye dear sister, best friend and dear lover.
I've a city to burn.
The Trojan of our heroic struggle
The heroic struggle against chains
Which beckons with pains
That tends to make us insane
For we are already stained
As they offer us disdain
Nowhere but in the scorchy rain
From the cradle lipping with light . . . of wisdom
Grew to be part of the struggle against the kingdom
Clenching fisticuff against the host hoarding our freedom
For the student movement’s struggle against the fiefdom
Reigned like others that thinketh not of the days of doomdom
Whilst the 80’s have those that have seldom
Bothers not about their selfishly accrued freedom
And bear brunt and boredom:
The late Chris Abasi
The late Rotimi Ewebiyi(RE)
Lanre Arogundade,Emman Ezeazu
Olu Oguibe, Labaran Maku
Ogaga Ifowodo, Bamidele Aturu . . .
Who scrawl their sobriquet in the Ingrained
Annals of the Nigerian student struggle
Those whose names sends
Cold and shiver to the Military junta
Chima, a born Trojan
Had no laurels and medals to display
Except for broken ribs and
Bruised lips with a bloodied head
For a cause he believed in
Ubani, a masculine Amazon
It just occurred to me that your demise has left
A big lacuna in the revolutionary kingdom in Nigeria
You remain the unassuming link amidst
The ultra-leftist, the progressives
The right activists, the social critics
The liberals and other change seekers
All along, you raised the slogan of
System change and Regime change
Craving for a working class mass based
Political party to take over
So that we can move over
Whenever we see the sign of cross over
In order not to spill over
In our quest to possess our possession
You remain a Trojan in the gully
Having kept your head above murk
In the human right trenches
You have scribbled your name boldly in
Gold on the sand of history
The road claims another Trojan
Unable to lose us out of your life
We gain from the blood and pains
A living testament to earn us new hearts
And firm us on the more
Forever in the struggle till we wet out
The blood of our tormentors and oppressors.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
September 27th 2005
4.45pm
I am a body like a trojan horse
and here i hold more than one soul
the game i play alone all day
haunting my thoughts and my reality is hard to control
there is the king on his stairway to heaven
perhaps here to appease the gods
inside me is a false prophet with much insight
with a chance to become a god
My head is full of chaotic thoughts
as one of the souls is completely insane
I'm holding back the antichrist i swear
but which ones do i let out
and do i play strategicly to jump on the grenade
one of them is jesus
waiting patiently for this slide of souls to take place
so he can be reborn
and heal the insane soul
before he kills me if i let him get away
one of them is death
and he is ready for his vacation from sorting out souls
he wants to visit this earth but blend in
in this world that is cursed to make him a sore thumb
so the souls are being trained
and last but not least is me
sleeping it would seem
and from time to time i get a spin at this wheel that has taken control
If i cant have you no one can
and i plan to fail to punish the king in my body for all the things he stole
I am haunted by a muse
falling in and out of its trance due to the suicidal severed head of the
beast
God doesnt want me here it seems as i am an insult and my life is a joke
the first antichrist and second and third
are in my mind
and the same spirit
but one with a plan to revive
an actor with a plan
testing the waters and pulling strings
heaven and hell are twins he says
its hard to tell on efrom the other
as they both try to rule the other through me
I'm starting to even wonder why I'm actually there
Am I there for a certain purpose I'm caught so unaware
I'm feeling like the Trojan Horse, a passage to somewhere else
Once there I'm cast aside, ageing and left on the shelf
I'm starting to even wonder now that I'm actually here
When do you say your goodbyes, and fill my eyes with tears
What will you do when you look back, laughing in my face
Me just a Trojan Horse, as I welcomed you with grace
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-15.php
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The truth is not always beautiful
or beautiful words from sugared lips, the truth.
The Trojan Horse delivered to the door, comes in disguise.
Sturdy in design of wood, but empty as a trickster
who plies her trade amongst unwary
and the inevitable susceptible naïveté akin to the Greeks’ quaint
love for the common old garden grasshopper of all colours —
a Greek tragedy in the making, rivalling that of Sophocles.
My truths are more complicated than the above:
an exposé wrapped in the variable
old clichés of devotion and eternal love of the other.
Keeping the secrets of others is a burden to be
suffered in silence until a beautiful
death do us part – then rendezvous in eternity.
TROJAN HORSE
A decade long battle left them exhausted,
Squeezing mettle, dusky vigour fading,
Tired warriors, planning failing,
Dejected lay the war songs ashore!
Wisest of the mighty Greeks,
Amidst the crisis, Odysseus smiled,
The perplexed troops his voice then heard,
‘Retreat shall we all, to Greece we return!’
‘Thou shall follow,’ as they were taught,
None dared to question the mighty Odysseus,
Faith or fear, the reasons aplenty,
‘Surrender? Shall we not better die?’
The smiles then widened, gleaming eyes,
Infectious as they are better known,
The smiles to grins to laughter turned,
Spreading cheer among the Greeks!
Fewer words, glances spoke,
Turning heads to the thunderous roar,
‘There comes, my friends, the parting gift,
As we, the Greeks, soon shall be home!’
To the Trojans was a messenger sent,
Hoping for ceasefire, peace at both ends,
Full throttle preparations to leave the Trojan land,
Boarding ships, dropping sails!
Behind they left a gift of love,
Friendship cordial, they meant to betray,
The fortress gate when opened wide,
An abrupt halt to the jubilant furore!
From Cornel tree grove a masterpiece carved,
A giant hollow wooden horse,
Touching the skies, to Heaven bound,
Stood there a horse with a Divine touch!
Mindlessly the Trojans held the reins to steer,
Giving the enemy’s gift an easy passage into Troy,
Ignoring the words thus spoken by,
Two wisest priests of the kingdom that lived!
Cassandra, Laocoon warned of consequences dire,
If the Horse was not burnt with effect immediate,
‘Trust not the Horse, O Trojans, whatever it is,
I fear the enemy even bearing gifts!’
Resulting in the execution of both,
For the truth they spoke, their unflinching views,
Success when enveils, enmasks the mind,
Obscured and vague, the humans act!
Nightfall brought in their destiny adverse,
Opening the city gates, Odysseus let the Greeks creep in
Therein burnt the mighty kingdom,
Helpless, defeated, once unconquered Troy thus fell!
The quiet witness stood there stock-still,
The giant hollow wooden Trojan Horse!
Winter comes to steal all the color There is a plan yet to discover As The cold begins to raid the night The sun withdraws its warming light The fruit more colorful, so also the turning leaves As the frost attacks these, Color hides in root and seed Winter seems to have the upper hand As leaves and fruit take a last stand They fall to the ground withered and brown The treasure of color buried in the cold ground As winter celebrates the death of life, It is a small sacrifice For the army of color is now hidden and ready to fight
Was a fine brunette, her name was Helen
She wanted round boobs, size of a melon
Schoolfriend Paris agreed
Milking Troy, for the deed
She got them hand reared, not by a felon
shards of steel
splashed from
our swords and
ripple across the heavens
as we fight this Trojan War