Gladiator Poems - Poems about Gladiator

Glandular glib gladiator in Glady’s gladiolas? glazing glassblowers gleaning gabbiness? glistening, glittery, glitzy glop glimpsing gladiator? globular glowworm gloriously gleaming in Glady’s gladiolas....

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The primeval feelings they court Are thrills from kills as a cohort The owners are betting That this bloodletting Attracts all to football as sport Author's note: A celebrity commenter attributed the NFL's recent very high ratings and financial success to everything except the appeal of a violent game. The Romans exploited this emotion long ago at the Colosseum....

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That’s the job that gave him Navigator After goodbye to Lift Operator; Months on the TV as Moderator And a US firms Gum Distributor… But Bruce had not wanted Excavator, Rather Peace-Keeping as Mediator: “All these awkward passions for artifacts And choosing to celebrate old facts: Inquisitive shovels disturbing soil One might think one is prospecting for oil; Forbears working on their forgotten...

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Dust arises from the ground and swirls about his feet, the squawk of battle leather echo's as he takes his seat. "Away" another warrior dragged lifeless from the ground, He drops his sword and wonders when his time will come around. The muted cries, the bloodlust crowd forever in his ear, He knows this song, replayed before, each day, each...

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She opens the DSM-5 to page 666, Know Thyself, who among us is not a Beast somehow, she's enthralled by Imperfection, It explains the scars on her heart, if she believed in Perfection then she would need to accept her own nature unequivocally, she would have to love every part of herself, poetry is her therapy building puzzles her bliss solving puzzles her passion, she...

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He stood there, gritted teeth, sword aloft one foot on the slain Gladiator would they let him live honour him with the platinum ring a ring from that albino of metals or would they thrust him through pierce the unbleached cotton shirt turn the clean bone to blood red the raised arm of the lady the lady beside the emperor that lily white arm,...

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With oil through veins and acrylic faces, Gender neutrals lathe metallic domains, Acquired specimen a challenge cases, A depleted prior to what remains. Well, so be it, he makes the claim, to be, One of many quickens to martyrdom, Legions fall prey, prays echoed, heard their plea, Heartbeats to ironed chambers, undead realm. Conquer beyond mind, vanquish beyond soul, Embolden ones might and crush...

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He stood among the fervor and frenzy of the mob there to greet him; he gazed at the smiles that reached all the way to their eyes. That field susurrated a contented sigh, sun glowing gold on the dust as he made his anticipated return to this his home, this his stage. Each man who had e'er taken up the gauntlet wore it only...

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Outside the gladiator's window, outside in the growing gloom of night, The nearby volcano is almost invisible, only smolders silently now. Inside his room, he can almost tangibly feel the darkness gathering about him, Can almost tangibly feel it surrounding him, suffocating him with renewed Fear of what may befall him tomorrow in the arena. As cold and oblivion press...

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Moral decay Night nurses prey or pay Dressed in white or gray Black and dark night fay Freezing hot they fey Heavy duty they lay Gone to make hay While sun slay...

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Locked in place on a high cross Swords spoke the foreword A quick glance at eternal peace Combat defined his wounds Only the pen of history Penetrates his heavy armour Behind his shield lies purgatory At the height of an evil empire Cracked dried lips to steel Exposure to the kiss of death Vanguard to a spiritual thirst Glistening in the sun unsheathed Doors open to unknown...

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The Gladiator Battered and worn out he looks shaken, disheveled from the endless fight Standing tall and proud the fighter still undefeated looks at the audience Taking in the sight a sea of crowd watching awed by his performance in the arena his skills in fighting tested never disappoints King's loyal subjects cheered for him to win the fight the fight of his life for the king's pleasure a ghastly entertainment that celebrates...

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Of my bed every morning out I jump Ready for the fields of life to go Armor, sword and spear in hand Into survival’s arena myself I throw © Demetrios Trifiatis 10 SEPTEMBER 2014...

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Forged in my Creators mind Birth with His purpose in mind Shaped and fashioned in the arena of life Whatever comes out of hell's gate I'm poised and ready to fight A gladiator did my Creator create To die for His cause is my fate Clothe in my armor Sword in hand Bred to fear no man Yeah though I walk through the Valley of shadows...

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Strong, gladiator, Thine blade is sharp also swift. Thou fight for honor, glory. For thine, love of heart. Back and forth thee thrusts are keen. Ye stand so bravely with brass. Await opponents. Scarcely; they approach, knowing, Their fate of death from thine sword, Though they know, quickly, Thy; shall place your victory. Among the past forces, well, Their souls shall raise high, By next arenas battle, Another blazes...

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