Knight Poems - Poems about Knight

When and how did we see chivalry last or is it now a thing of the past and honour among thieves is no honour at all while beating my brains against the wall besting the dragons at City Hall am I wrong in thinking it's my fight or am I errant as a roving knight exhibiting gallantry within a crowd of apathy indifferent to the powers that be outnumbered and outgunned Sancho when needed...

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The sun is high in the summer sky And no clouds to be seen The grass is high neath the summer sky And growing tall and green The mower starts with growling roar And cuts through swaths of fescue This mowing proves a sweaty chore And soon I beg for rescue My lawn’s expanse appears to grow The longer that I labor Seems to expand...

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Hello, my final words, sucked into a snow swirl but I stutter and look up, and see wings rapidly take off and flutter, from a cloudy cup Tell me darkest secrets of the black butterfly that has came close to death. We don't need another chance but the cherished memories, of a knight and the lance, his lady and last breaths. ...

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Now a knight without a horse, And his sword without a cause. With the falling of his kind, Shall there be truth, he can find? With head slumped from all the pain, Memories lost, no picture frame. As he stood upon the mound, With no fragments to be found. Watching his world as it falls, He...

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. i love when you play dress-up eve but i can see your pantiez ...

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The bluff, bump and bluster turn to blunder asunder with hisses. As ego deflates with a myriad of mistakes and chaotic miss-hits, it dismisses an over-inflated sense of power and influence down the off-ramp....

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The sun rises on silky dunes that look like breasts. You are lost in the desert, The air is dry and sandy residue explores your crevices. Peripatetic genetrix, Protector of sublime gifts passed on, Heart of a warrior, A duty of saudade errant. You hold steadfast, Dunes drift but you don’t amble. Against looming giants, Of a vast and treacherous land, Outstretched hands hold tiny...

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Oh, my dear oval faced owl, Your...

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In a kingdom called Vividale, long ago, lived a loyal knight, Sir Andrew, Famed for turning the tide in battles, and none of the tales were untrue! Intelligent and a natural leader, Sir Andrew's fast horse was called Fury. Together, they were an incredible duo, like whipped cream, with a cherry. The king was very pleased, since the kingdom...

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I’m called to meet a challenge, everyday: my manner meek, my slow approach quite tame, I timidly attack the threshold frame that guards the gate and keeps the weak at bay. My mind my sword, my enemy the fray of a whirlwind day, vortex of shame, I trepidate—I prove myself thus lame, for conquest is beyond my make of clay. But, urged along...

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Life has an odd habit of making you miss old street curbs and stop signs. The street I miss the most though has to be that cross-street between the crab apple orchard and my friend Jackson’s house. Something about that place felt infinite. And something about sometimes friends feels greater than sometimes. Would I go back? Absolutely not....

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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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St Patrick's Day Poetry Contest Oliver Mckeithan It's St. Patrick's Day and the night is hopping A young women joins the revelers for a toast and a beer She takes in a bar that has good window shopping And after a few rounds she’s dancing to the cheer The band is rocking and drumming the night As she sails with the sea...

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I miss you like the flowers miss the sun in the depth of winter. I've seen the new moon, I've seen sunrises and sunsets but nothing compares to your beauty. Who am I, you ask? I am a knight who fights for a place in your heart A knight who can go the distance, a knight...

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Lanccelot went thro' the lists ticking off heads, lost count of how many that he'd had in his beds, handing a garter to the queen was wrong gender, although he supposed that she could return to sender. That brat Ivanhoe often arrived to spoil the party, anyway with that demeanour he just looked tarty; different generations linked them historically together, so check...

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