Knight Poems - Poems about Knight

. 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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~Merry, Merry~ Twas the night before Christmas and all around my house…. I heard loud footsteps,far heavier than even an overweight,mouse. Irene, my calico...

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He is my white knight in shining armor and my own black haired prince. He was found to be reviving my love for him from ever since We had to learn how to love each other so much again....

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Up there rides my star-spangled, blue-eyed knight As he unleashes the Golden-Heart Star Bright green orbs merely want to ask him why His Milky Way Horse Trail flows and departs. Earthlings fantasize about the Cosmos Hoping their spirits will joyfully glide Into the Galaxy of the utmost Splendor where Golden Stardust births Sunrise. Seek not the Cowboy riding in shadows Since the Universe possesses...

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heaven’s knight he walks across the clouds the first one to greet me I am astounded is this Jesus? I am too shy to ask He takes my hand leading me back across the wave of clouds I feel beloved, appreciated, respected without words he has alleviated my fears. I follow the way a lost sheep follows a shepherd which he is, right? ...

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