Heroes Epic Poems | Examples
These Heroes Epic poems are examples of Epic poems about Heroes. These are the best examples of Epic Heroes poems written by international poets.
Poetry is a language
For it express the feelings
And emotions of the writer
Showing his or her
Interest and awareness
Telling a story
Showing history
Giving memories.
Poets are light of the world
They carve out stories
With inks and edifying words
Giving inspiration and more
Touching the heart
Enlightening the mind
Increasing the thinking faculty of the reader.
It's world poetry day
A day for heroes and legends
That couldn't pull the trigger
But fought with their pen
Against injustice and cruelty
Fought for freedom and more
Salute to all poets in the whole universe.
All through wee hours of the morning
Laminga wail their missing persons, mourning
And the track road leading into Amurum forest
Stained with droplets of blood down the terraced
Searching into sunrise by Lafon river parts
headless corpses, dissected body parts
littered everywhere, now unidentifiable
As indigo chirps, tension grew so palpable
This was another midnight massacre
When men slept, this ambush occur
Bukuru have breached the truce
So all hell must be let loose
We must return to war
The young ebullient youth swore
To avenge the blood of their heroes past
Their Heart drumming so fast
It is war without end
For this we can no longer pretend
Tales of indigeneity, hate fomentation
Passed down from generation to generation
In fighting a war of inheritance
Tens of thousands snuffed from existence
As senseless conflicts and retaliation
Have become their everlasting damnation
I love a person small,
He sprints alike a young gazelle.
And when he turns afront the goal;
He does is so very well.
He's got seven ballond'ors,
And he's got six golden boots.
He's counting seven hundred and more
Of goals scored with his left foot.
He won hearts of generations
That have seen his two feet run.
He won the World Cup for a Nation
That has been dreaming for the sun.
He's a poet that runs in the field,
And the green grass kepps him through.
His courage is the only shield
That helped him go through.
All hail the king of football,
All hail heroes of the globe!
All hail the football GOAT
That wears the golden robe!
"Let's just admit, we've not been at our best,
For too long, under the weather, it's true.
It seems like we've been sent off for bedrest
For not paying this illness it's dear due."
"It's now time to practice our free will,
No longer living some terrible fate,
But, we must look above the window sill,
No more of this indiff'rence, no more hate,
Destiny's Desire, looking for the faces..."
"It is, is it? Knowing what is is
Is what makes everyone dream places,
It's our own int'rest, it's our own life's biz."
Rise above this, another pandemic,
We're all the heroes of this great epic.
Let me try to go by pioneering heroes' spirit
That motored their antique tides of phrase,
And treat rapt souls to a mild sublime ode,
Forged to rhyme with old sonneteers' pace.
Now where does a tottering novice start
As he pens such a crystalline work of art,
To honor champs in grave's dark repose,
And regale pupil protégés in equal dose?
Let me like Andrew Marvel swiftly pen
Authentic tropes to the best of my ken;
And as Shakespeare debug tart myths,
That wit eschews meekest wordsmiths.
And deal Wordsworth such fitting due
As meets his laudable classical styles;
And for Sidney weave echoing rhapsodies
That tell masked sagas via metered guiles.
I'll like Robert Frost's swiftly twined twists,
Blame melancholia for path-splitting mists.
I know when you abase me at kunan, was sniffy day for me.
My people at that time were surrounded by threat and poverty.
Know it they are dearest for me.
I warn you sacrilegious nation,
Hacklers are arriving to hack your appearence.
Get lost before with helish creations from me.
You hang my pious sons like,
Maqbool and guru.
Your aim lost itz fame.
Thousands guru hold firmly my flag on me.
I swear as a Nation of paradise.
My whomb is full of heroes like Burhan.
They lustrate your illegal occupation on me.
I remember the bright faces of my martyrs.
You have to slouch your sloppy face.
Libertrians are alive to rip u away from me.
Your thinking is what? I don't care.
Remember my Nationalists and their nationhood.
You have flee, flee away from me.
You seek pardon, Alas you are not pardonable.
What you poach? I don't have dearth of sacrificers
They love dearly, i love them and they love me.
Your art makes jhelum red by blood of innocents,
Remember, i am paradise .
I am with pious and they are with me.
........ Saim.....
a city built
without a proper defends
is easily trod down
and if a kingdom tears apart
strangers wears it crown
a nation who do not
honor it heroes
is not worthy to die for
and it dreams are hunted
by nightmares and horror
each a one for himself
god for us all
it does not only rain
on one mans roof
and a nation built
is built on truth
if you pretend to be blind
you fall in a pit
in the kingdom of heaven
only the righteous has a seat
a group of blind men
cannot embark on a journey
for among all insects
only the bee produces honey
the house of the fool is chaos
but that of the wise is paradise
for god do not live
in the heart of fools
but that of the wise
the mighty is not the strong
but he who is wise
for only an intelligent man
saves a nation from slavery
and gives them a common identity
a bird is praised
and its praised
by it beautiful feathers
good traditions are not
to be forgotten
because life is for the living
the story of a hero
is told from generation to generation
the strength of a nation
is from its foundation
Our heroes fight but not for fame...
Humbly battling not to win a game,
But to better the world in which we live...
For you their all they are willing to give.
Their reward is never paid in gold...
The glory of their deeds never truthfully told,
Instead other take credit for the honorable deed,
A hero needs no recognition to succeed.
Their sacrife only brings them sorrow,
But they continue to persist today and tomorrow...
Forever spiraling into the abyss-
Providing others a life of bliss.
The heroes you see have a right hand not known...
Of whose glory is never shown,
Because those who seek recognition from you;
Are not the ones acting on what you think they do.
We cast a shadow often great,
But a hero does n debate...
His actions are selfless his mind is clear.
A hero fights only against what we all fear.
When great cities fell in our past,
Whose are the names that went on to last?
Not the soldiers or the widows who cried...
Remembered great conquerors lived not died.
Those who gave their all and were slain...
Fought suffered and died in vain,
But were the incarnate would do it over the same...
A humble man hides not behind shame!
EPIC SIGHTING (Picture 1).
Castle on a crag,
Climbing there a total drag,
Snowy wintry blasts,
Heroes bred to last,
Tales of battles long,
Entranced the throng,
Gathered around their kings,
Enemies circling in rings,
Dark impending skies,
Queen's lovelorn sighs,
Epic sightings brave,
Maidens aloft did wave,
Foe retreat now to caves,
Valiant warriors to their graves,
Their women, alone, age,
From Gothic history, a page,
Saga written by this mage,
Time's backward glance to flag,
A glimpse of a castle on a crag.
Where regal forts lie dormant now,
Once Maedbh beheld the Sacred Cow,
At Cruachan of the fifty mounds,
From Uaigh na gCat came Faery sounds,
A vision, behold, Róisín Dubh,
Symphony of my stolen love,
Never before a sight so fair,
Like Adams ale flowed burning hair,
'Come now young seeker, take my hand,
And come with me to Faery land'
And then she hummed her Faery tune,
Invoking ages of the moon,
'For who but you may understand,
The grieving whispers of this land?'
Blessed am I, behold this sight,
The Sídhe summon me tonight,
'And who but you may come to know,
The seraphic language of the crow?'
'Come now young seeker, from the cold,
And know not sickness, death nor old'
Then louder grew her Faery tune,
And slowly I began to swoon,
'You once were children of the Sun,
Where heroes dwelt there now are none'
'Deepest silence, they must endure,
But not for you whose soul is pure'
'The time will be upon us soon,
To sing the chorus of the moon'
At Cruachan of the fifty mounds,
From Uaigh na gCat came Faery sounds,
Boldly now I took her hand,
And off we went to Faery land
So many heroes, I have know
So many heroes’ names untold
The greatest still is kind
Loving and even smarter then he knows
He holds the love of so many
But no one loves him more then I
His oldest Daughter, Sarah Jho
So many lives have change for the words he wrote
Some find it hard to believe such beautiful words come from
A man who stutters so very bad
But make no mistake the most amazing poet of our day
Stutters as he tries to read the words he wrote
The greatest hero I have know has overcome so many pains
He battled drugs most of my life
Now years clean and he is back in my life
Hepatitis was the next test
But with no surprise as I knew he would
He won that test
But saddened still nerves
Would die and he can labor no more and he feels a useless foal
But my hero do not worry for what God has in store
For a poet’s hands are meant to write
Hold a pen, and dance on paper
To create a piece of art
God has chosen a new path for my hero’s life
Contemplate the good will in people
Pearl comes out its shell lit of hope
Fight its nightmare fire frozen ice
Gathered in pieces thrust kill hate
Its freedom dreams raise unborn heroes
Resurrects in born blood deny its past
Making a new day raising hopes in lost
Altogether in love in self sacrifice
After all we rejoice from one piece
Contemplate the good will
Pearl comes out its shell
Fight its nightmare as fire frozen ice
Melted its dreams hopes created heroes
Crushed in many bridges silence overcome
Making a new day altogether joy in hope
Simply being in one piece
Dusk to Dawn the battle goes on, ,
Wars have gone on in rage for centuries.
Fighting off fatigue, suffering & disease
When at War all that's adverse is the enemy;
No heroes coming home, the only heroes that our
known, their corpses are going home in a body bag.
On this battlefield good men died, at home
women cried and wondered what went wrong.
With courage in our hearts and never quit for a song
We fought hard and at times fought very long.
Stuck in this hole face to face with the enemy
fighting with all that's, left inside me.
I'll be damned if I'm not going home this time around.
On these killing field's we dwell, Stuck in this playground known as Hell, it's not our choice, this isn't
where we want to be.
Come morning well be gone, as the battle rages on
By dawn, we'll have seen everything...
Mighty mighty wicky wicky mighty mighty woe woe
Wouldn’t it be cool to be like G.I JOE
Cruising with Barbie goin to the might rock show
Couldn’t make heads or tails of where to go
Sometimes toys flow from the mind I find
With different thoughts of all kind of ways
Mighty mighty wicky wicky mighty mighty woe woe
Only you can prevent forest fire
Finding the nature of human desire
Comic books are cool I read heroes for hire
Mighty mighty wicky wicky mighty mighty woe woe
Stuck in a paradox of the mind
Answers escape the madness that I find
Music is a relation to the world you see
It’s the answer to a prayer from me to you
Mighty mighty wicky wicky mighty mighty woe woe