Duel Poems - Poems about Duel

Jofra vs Burmrah the crown jewel duel

Is there any other sort of sport.. that can hold a candle to having to handle

Getting caught in the ripsnort onslaught scandal…as speedsters hold court

Fraught as they face a serious deleterious imperious express pace ace

At their sleek peak..unique freaks..bombastic..iconoclastic mercenaries

Havoc to wreak on adversaries.. and their own physique..


So as we’ve read..will the King of swing..zing

The Itch She Cannot Scratch

she sits at the bar near chamberlain high school,
her nails chewed to nothing,
a lipstick smear on the rim of her glass.
the men orbit her like moths,
drawn to her heat,
but she keeps her eyes on the jukebox,
fingers twitching against
the lacquered wood.

there’s something inside her—
a scream buried too deep
or a wound sewn too tight.
she scratches at the

Duel

Duel 

A soldier sits, sleeps, breaths. 
She wonders why she fought. 
When people go about their day
without so little a thought. 

Why did I face Death, she thinks-
and the monsters and the war-
to join the princes who have lived
without so little a chore. 

Death has many faces.
Ravens, foxes, sparrows too. 
The blackness of the Thames

High Noon

Palindrome Limerick:

High "Noon"

A gun duel set for high "noon"
A noisy crowd gathers round soon
See Dead-"Eye" "level" his gun
Against the quick, evil "Nun"
Then the "pop" gun went, Ka-boom!

The story of the river and the duel

Where I looked
Don't look at it anymore
So I surrendered to a woman-river
Hemlock juice across the river blue
I am blue-throated; Duel flaps its wings
Let's go through the umbilical cord of the sea And want back on the other side
Yet in the chest of this duel
The morning stars shine
Two beaches in one horizon
On the beach of waiting

Duel Cuplets in Dual Couplet Duet

                     Morganite, Jasper
Floor Voiced of many waters
Drinks of my Creature

Seers eyes roll over
Stigma of the Messenger
The Tree of Knowledge

Apple of my eye
Medusa's organa seed
My Jealousic Stone

The Palmer Worm feeds
Honey in mouth, sour stomach
Scroll is unveiling

Wisdom

deer rutting moon

battle between bucks
	deadly duel-decided ~
		scavengers spectate

(November Full Moon – Dakota and Lakota)

Word-Slinger Duel

dawn dual duel
two  poets
a face-off  duel joust
free verse  rhyme verse
a modernist  traditionalist
mull and muse   tell it true
prompt a reaction   lay it out there
lover of words, jarring  lover of pattern, rhyming
readers response individual  readers all delight alike
anything goes on loose lines  strict punctuation and meter
memories

The Duel Between My Heart

The left side of my heart
Tells me to live a happy life
But the right side of my heart says
I can’t, knowing I’ll never be his wife 

The left side of my heart tells me
It’s okay to let go and move on
But the right side of my heart can’t
Even fathom that idea knowing he is gone

The

The Duel

The Gunslinger 

You think I am ordinary he said
As he wiped the sweat from his head
I have done things I now dread
Where I made choices with the dead

So you see if you want to conquer me
It’ll take more than wanting it you see
Anti up and let’s see what you’ll put on the line
And know the

Sufficient Fuel For Duel

On this wait not for Prophet Joel 
Nor for Augury rated Jewel: 
Offensive language Sufficient Fuel 
For what ignites Murderous Duel…
 
One I’d watched sparked off by Noel 
To his shame like unpleasant gruel; 
Keep words picturing like served gruel
For The Jailed by A Jailer cruel: 
“I hate you: Satan’s Emmanuel” 
“As much I you:

The Duel

Weapons chosen

   Bullets go in

  (Slow motion)

   Fates frozen

The Duel

From across the dark veiled hills ,
A howl of anguish fills the soul with chills,
We hear it coming amidst the shadows,
And smell its malelovant purpose distinctly.
Ever closer it creeps and snarls,
Foul breath filling senses and  fears,
Bringing eyes close to our deepest thoughts,
 Unseen forms as wraiths in the night.
With weapons to hand ,
Tentative moves,

Important To Duel At High Noon

Which Cowboy bites dust tomorrow at noon,
Fighting duel to end, to death the tune,
The sun at noon shows no glare,
Bystanders, time of day fair,
Outside the saloon, a hot day in June.

Poetry Competition Entry: HIGH NOON POETRY CONTEST
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date: 07/05/2022

Midday Mayhem

A cowboy, and his horse with no name,
    One day rode into town, seeking fame.
    Where he shot the town marshal,
    But it was only partial.
    Now the lawman's new horse is named flame.    
    

 

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