Dragon Poems - Poems about Dragon

Dragon tongue Ill be your dragon I see your smile Through your alien face I didn't mean to abandon you In time when the army needs us most Without the mass graves How can we take this land Just leave em for dead But don't kill them That beautiful spot On the hill with the flowers in bloom Now could be someone's tomb Forfeit the blue...

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Tiddly Widdly Willie Little Winkie Wee Was ever so lovely and kind to little old me I met him when I was living next to the sea I think we were two, but we might have been three Tiddly Widdly Willie Little Winkie Wee was a lopsided dragon with a golden eye you see My best friend forever, I nicknamed him...

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If we'd lived in olden days days of yore the golden days and I were a troubadour I'd serenade you with my lute unless I had a flute to toot or go more than the extra mile and sing a song to make you smile not with the end of a lance would I beg my lady's favour but gallantly request a dance mayhaps a carol...

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They journeyed long the way to love not straight as science rule; To scale high peaks that merged into the wispy mountain dew; Over green hills, past forest trees, gale winds would shake and bend; Through scorching suns and driving rains to reach their journeys end. Unknown to him her witching had ensured against all failings; She breathed desire, stoked...

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The lair aglow with brightness now she saw the Dragon clear; Immense in form and stature with a grin from ear to ear; From nose to tail smooth skin of black his fiery eyes alert; He strutted, bristled with a force he knew he could exert. Along his back and legs were studs so diamond-like a-glistening; She saw his beauty...

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"As such he ambled through to here which I cannot undo; You are advised to still comply, ensure your line stays true" No, not his rotund form alone did shake her to the core; For that he could still move at all was not to be ignored; It was the odours he exuded, stale of several weeks; His shorts two...

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She lays the carpet on the floor as though a regal dress; Each loving stitch sewn by her hand displays no sign of stress; The time has come to greet her fate though not a hint of fret; She sits with folded legs her arms are laid across her chest. She waits that witching hour now to speak the...

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I let your eyes to visualise a garden on a loom; Bluebells and marigolds in sway and lavender in bloom; And there to play in a luscious green two kittens wrestling; Up high in chirping swallow's play are feathered friends a-singing. A figure of a handsome man is settled on a chair; And by his side a beauty pure strokes...

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leafy sea dragon so fragile and dainty floating among the lifeless seaweed unseen by most, maybe all the rest Your costume a natural camouflage gown I will keep your secret ensuring your safety...

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What are the clouds sitting on? Carved castles Powerful shapes and delicate dollops But clouds are flat on the bottom. The clouds are flat on the bottom. They are like my great, great, great wrinkly old aunt Mildred. They must be sitting On an invisible something. A divide in atmospheric pressure? A mile-high, sky-top of our own human smog? Or the wall that the dragons...

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Just a girl and her dragon, nothing more to see With auburn hair, she looked like her aunt Tee Sitting among the mushrooms looking pretty She was a green-eyed beauty, really witty Her steed was as green as the young girl’s eyes They were best friends forever, no big surprise. You cannot get near her, as you may surmise For her dragon...

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"Keeper of My Flame" Before the scriptures carved in stone, Before the dawn, before the throne, There was a song, a sacred hum, Where Flame and Womb were joined as one. You were the Rose, unopened, pure, The portal deep, the silent cure. I was the Flame, the rising tide, That searched the stars to reach your side. Not lost, but waiting in the...

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The dragon was a cute little fellow He was small and green and kind of mellow. We had fun with him as he grew larger Until he burned down our house and larder. Then, the dragon was not cute any more. The city quaked as he gave out his roar. He burned then ate our gossiping neighbor, No longer a pet but...

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three quintains Husband made an announcement yesterday at five. "I'm NOT going to Disney next week on Spring Break. Back problems do not mix with that long twelve-hour drive, walking theme parks for four days - another mistake." My tail is draggin'; I can't fire up this dragon. Oldest son is delighted, because his girlfriend is invited to take my place, etcetera. Younger...

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The knights that in histories lurk, They never wore spandex to work. O’er heroes today That dress in this way, The dragons, they snort and they smirk. ...

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