Best Warlike Poems


Viking Me

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

Premium Member Time Travel

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.

Last of the Mohicans

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.


Premium Member Within My Blood

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

The Well

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

Who Assumes Responsibility

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

Attack
Vaguely warlike
Guiltless people suffer
Dreadful losses, heroes arise
Assail

Premium Member One Way Or the Other

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

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

Premium Member Rise Up Ye Armies of Peace and Love

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

Premium Member One With Mother Nature

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
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

The Unicorn Seeks

Dawning purity -
Cherished with warlike fierceness,
Virgins wait, prancing. 

© July 26, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Premium Member The Ghost Bar

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

Premium Member The Truth Fights Back

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

To Be Or Not To Be

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.

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