Best Warlike Poems
Viking me, I want to be
warrior culture, decadent vulture
plunder & pillage, every village
navigate the sea, longboat to be
clash of steel, organic feel
Viking Me, I want to be
impenetrable shield wall, kingdom fall
Valhalla bound nomads, Victorious death glad
Discovery of Vinland, Vigilance of Norse man
Expedition by Erichson, conquest by Self assertion
Viking me, I want to be
slayer of Saxons, settle in Briton
cognizant of victory, details are gory
bringing cathartic terror, no maidens fairer
discernment of Odin’s Eye, Viking battle cry
Viking me, I want to be
Winter harvest feast, sacrifice the beast
preserve Heathen blood, The Christian flood
warlike mind, one of a kind
unstoppable force, ultra violent source
If you go down the valley to where the lake sits.
On each full moon you will find a whirlpool there.
Now if you have the courage to enter into it,
you will be whisked away through time itself.
Turn to the left for the past, dial up the years
and hold on tight as to the past you are whisked.
Go walk with princes and kings in ages gone by.
Sit at Solomon's feet as he deliver's justice.
Walk through the Ice Ages when continents joined,
stoke a woolly Mammoth and ride a sable tooth Tiger
Watch cavemen fighting for survival against all odds.
Go back to the beginning of time and watch the world burst into life.
On the next full moon, try turning right instead.
No idea what you may find, maybe just one vast dust bowl,
left behind by man's destructive ways. A planet without life.
Or maybe a sheer paradise with all living in harmony.
In excitement, you dial up less years, to see how it came about.
One of the first things you notice is that at last we learned.
That now people follow Nature's ways not caring about a fast buck.
Gone is all human greed, prejudices and warlike ways. Just helping hands!
Machinery now mainly a thing of the past. Sundown means lights out.
The dawn of each new day is now respected, revered and celebrated.
Sowing and harvesting, a combined effort with the fruits fairly shared.
No need for placing value on things. Money a thing of the past.
Yes. Go down to the lake and step into the whirlpool of time.
Play with the dials. Go forward or back. Experience it all.
Look with fresh eyes and only take the good on with you.
Then maybe, just maybe you will find the paradise that awaits.
Once existed an indian
Tribe from Algonquian
Linguistic stock.
Warlike in nature:power
Of the colonists were
Curtailed.
The hammer of God,
Fearless,death looms
Wherever they tread.
Fierce-looking on horse-
Backs-the foreign
Shackles of slavery,they
Broke.
Slaves from other tribes
They made.
An ally of the English,
They triumphed over the
French.
The only shinning star in
The region,this dreaded
Tribe its identity it lost:the
Death of their fallen
Leader-the last of the
Mohicans,was the demise
Of a new birth.
I enter my primeval room lit with candles
from an ethnic sanctuary, and revisit
the mural of ancestral stories
where horses and men flock to graze
the oracles of generational chants
along a temple of ceremonies fed by rituals
now slowly molding in my mind…
the old folk confessions and communion
of decades cycled and recycled
by a rare history: parables marching back
to fables of peace -gongs and Asian warlike drums
claimed by time, claimed by my elder's rice wine,
that marrow against marrow
my flesh entwines among brave natives --
brothers of protection...mothers who nourish homes
as this ancestry cascades unto next heirs
of heirs of children like myself
bequeathing ruins and triumphs from
wise old souls, from our men’s legends…
and as the candle drifts,
my origin's history floods
these veins: I climb into life’s inner roots
and there my great forefather dwells
inside my blood... feisty, gentle, life-giving:
that somehow, I carry his heritage today,
I am his blood.
John Hamilton's Ancestral Roots
Submitted 6/10/2017
A well of crystal clear water, untainted potentiality
Dug deep in the ground by a house of motionless morality
Refined, dainty dwellers of the house were abounding
But howling winds of doubt on the door came a pounding
The winds brought dark clouds of fear and foreboding
Faith, hope, truthfulness and fidelity have begun eroding
Whence the warlike, wailing winds came there is no telling
But once the whispers began, of them there was no quelling
The master of the house was enticed and by fear persuaded
His judgment faded and the cosmic for the telluric he traded
Promised he was nothing, perhaps mere elemental existence
But with blind persistence he thirsted for his own subsistence
“Drown your past, smother your pride, and stifle your dignity,
The price for your precious prize will be a mark of infamy”
One by one the master sacrificed and slaughtered his brood
Lifeless, they were all thrown in the well after being subdued
The water once crystal clear turned murky, opaque and dim
Existence to the master was granted, but life became grim
He stands by the well, peering into the bottomless, abysmal pit
Forever thinking to undo this unhallowed story he`d writ
Armed to the teeth, but not in the head
Soon the ground will be covered with dead
Shooting and fighting, explosions galore
Wounded fall to the ground, see the blood pour
Technology making the casualties increase
It seems that our warlike nature won’t cease
Skirmishes and battles, the war has no end
Doctors perform triage, some wounded they mend
Confidence slipping away from the troops every hour
Brute force and ammunition, the measure of power
Each side has their losses but keep fighting on
The reason for war is all a big con
Economy the reason, false causes the shield
Covered up by the blood of the dead on the field
Stone cold, committed, their expression soon thaws
Enlisted, now dying for another man’s cause
Attack
Vaguely warlike
Guiltless people suffer
Dreadful losses, heroes arise
Assail
When a person promotes abortion
telling nothing but lies surely that in itself is a direct product of hate speech
The cloak and dagger of pity
reality has many masks behind a veil of masked deception
hiding dark secrets, those afraid to be revealed transparency
attacking honesty as having little value or purity
When this awakening happens some poor souls are lost
beyond saving trapped by the deceiver preaching untruths and misery
Incapable of loving forgiveness
instead they become a troublesome bully
guilty condemning everything right
in favour of what is wrong with society today
The great depression has consumed many hearts unlawfully
with warlike views it is here we see criminals attacking
the virtues of life and death the very cornerstone of faith
There is no middle ground to be examined in this subject at hand
your either one way or the other, according to the Word of God
I am a sinner forgive me my shortfalls
because in the end we all wish to go to the promised land
some things need to be said because the weeds of fascism is growing, smothering the innocent from speaking forthwith
the state has formed a new church teaching children to be poor within spirit
The sun
Has come again
After having been shunned
By the fury of warlike clamor
Of guns.
It was
Time for cease fire
Tired of the endless
Clashes of unyielding powers
Oppressed.
Now calmed
Wishing the coming
Of the spring season's charm
Washing off the grind in showers
Disarmed.
Breathing
The sweet fragrances
Of new found wider views
That melt the ice and see our hopes
Renewed.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 03.15.10
Rise up ye armies of peace and love
Make known you're tactical plan
To rid the world of this evil scourge
Of wars and the killing of man
It's not too late but it soon will be
Beyond our efforts to change
This world is still a beautiful place
To neglect it would be a shame
Not to acknowledge it's just a loan
This beautiful world of ours
The mountains high, the rolling seas
The sweet smelling scent of flowers
No more abuse let's all make amends
And treat this planet with dignity
Respect for providing this absolute beauty
How tragic to miss this opportunity
Let's put an end to this constant upheaval
Start out as such innocent tykes
Bewildering how we've gone so far astray
And traveled this path so warlike
Rise up ye armies of peace and love
Put an end to this strife and selfishness
We owe our life to this place of beauty
Let's forget about all this foolishness!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Mother Nature maternal winsome hold;
exhales sweet air from sun up til twilight.
To the farthest height in the skies, birds enfold;
blueness stream favorer lustrous moonlight.
Sweet amber honey lures its stinging hive.
She gazes upon the red horizon;
raising a buffet of elements strives;
dislocating her body and wizen.
In her wits end delight, in warlike rage,
waging the seasons, dividing them in halves,
offering everything, despite her age,
trailing shadows like wakes that it must have.
Tugging at her breast, masses left; the wrath
orphans and widows in the aftermath.
6/13/2017
Dawning purity -
Cherished with warlike fierceness,
Virgins wait, prancing.
© July 26, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
THE GHOST BAR
gangrenous chains
rusted and burdensome
lambast the oak plank
etching ethereal gouges
the serpentine length drags
with warlike screams
ghoulish intensity
grabs each bony-disk
with heartlessness
the ice cold floor and
daggered eyes, seem
but a hallucination
to the drunken lot
but the barmaid sees!
she screams
as the breathless apparition
howls with wrathful laughter
she faints, fast and dreadful
the chains coil about his neck
in retribution for his act
yanking him about
the floor gives way like quicksand
and he plummets yet again
to certain death
covered by miles and miles of clanging chain
the barmaid’s brought about by salts
she tells the tale over and over again
until the legend of the ghost bar
becomes famous
detailed in rusty chains and eyes
...one peeks through
10/23/2017
The watchers eyes focus within silence
bombarded by messages of pure malice
many suffer so much hate towards an individuals choice
everyone with deep vision can see these festering souls
Those whom support the culture of death no longer hide
openly denouncing God's right under Divine law
When push comes to shove hellbent
certain agendas have highlighted uncivilised heathens
a dark side underneath your skin is clearly exposed
Manipulating the truth has only one verdict
when examined properly bringing justice to this court
and the relationship between lies
In the face of an honest opinion warlike beggars cry victim
no amount of evidence will sway these possessed bodies
They are so filled with pride and baseless egos
to acknowledge the twist in their own tongue to explain
Judging others with a cold heart separates them as wolves
with such bitterness showing teeth stalking every word howls
In that which does not suit their ill agenda behind a mask
trampling on the innocent with racist views
masked as caring with sweet stings a scorpion
Loveless bullies self ordained bigots uneducated liars
twist the very meaning of life backwards
where the sick are incurable they are never untreatable
there the blind have already opened their eyes and can see
The sands of time will cover all,
Of mankinds birth in natures womb.
From chaos to our final fall.
As ancient lifeforms we did crawl,
From primeval swamp, to volcanic gloom.
The sands of time will cover all.
This age of man now standing tall,
Will rule the earth, then meet his doom.
From chaos to our final fall.
With mans idea of peace so small,
Our warlike race we must assume,
The sands of time will cover all.
Unless somehow we do recall,
Peace keeps us safe, war will consume.
From chaos to our final fall.
So let us stop, and heed the call.
For soon this earth shall be a tomb.
The sands of time will cover all,
From chaos to our final fall.