Cavalry Poems - Poems about Cavalry

Winning strength needs only modest display Our triumph drawn from hunger within us Rival forces bear relentless foray Battle needs bold face of festered brilliance With dogged raw tooth fight, brandish valour Weapons are extensions of fortitude Victors despite opponents' callibre Our status of formidable renewed Serving King, to idea of self - strangers Fortess protection our blood's excitement Unrelented...

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Five Thousand Men! Blood flowing in the creek, The deadly sweep and ‘whisst!’ of footman’s pike, The cavalry broke through where lines were weak! The smell of grass and loam, a caltrop’s* spike That pushed right through my boot, and left me lame… I’m on my own, now, I cannot keep up! I’ve not a shilling for the boys to...

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On caparisoned, filleted camels do they Over the great, soft, tawny sands Ride; Unfurled flags and tribal standards flown amidst them, In the very midst of them- Of they, who astride great tan camels, Seem rather scandent and saltant. These are the irregular, well-armed cavalry of the "Men In Ambush," for such is the literal translation of their Nation's...

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(?) Emily Dickinson- I know the cavalry of woe Nations do not see. None observe dying eyes, No regards with love. We trust in the angels With feet and uniforms of snow....

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Kill! Kill the enemy with no mercy and commence! Charge! Charge with your heart immense. Arise! Arise Men of the Commonwealth! We will approach with great stealth Let the fiery heat of the sun burn in your hearts that strongly yearn as you level your rifles Be enchanted with the pride that stifles your hesitance. Be fearless, like the lion who...

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I ached. Was sore all over my body, my arms, my legs, my core. My insides, my outsides, my get up and go had got up and gone to a war. I didn’t know why my strength decided to leave. Leaving me all spent and beat. Once I could run, laugh, dance all night long but now I...

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In battle dress, a king Galloping on snow-white steed Sword drawn and pointing ahead Crown of iron and gold upon his head Of a sudden he stops From shining saddle he drops Something caught his attention Saintly praise from those commissioned For a herd he calls “Join me,” beckoning to all Mounting up, resumes the charge We follow him, near and far...

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Hour ago raised the morning sun The eastern army outnumbers the hussars fifteen to one The battle has began Hussar horses with thousand thundering hooves begun their run Eastern army cannons and muskets will discharge As the hussars push forward in awe inspiring charge Before the muskets and cannons can recharge The front of the hussar left wing is at large The lances...

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