Marauder Poems | Examples


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Premium Member shy masked marauder

masked marauder oozed into the night
hoping he and his shadow remained out of sight
he did not appreciate crowds, or one person even
he was a one-wolf, a shy guy, an introvert, Steven

Someone was looking, so he slid under a bush
To get him back out would have taken a giant push
He lay their prone most of the day
Until nightfall, he decided to stay

He was frightened by people, this scary looking dude
you’ll find someone you like some day, his mother said
but the masked marauder was frankly, not in the mood.
uncomfortable around humans, including the undead.

Premium Member If I were a marauder

If I was a marauder
I would move to Kansas City
To pillage smelly garage from barbeque restaurants
Lots of customers do not finish their food
I would do it in May
Before the June flies swarm in

Premium Member The Marauder Rage

A marauder’s rage and heroic might. 
Castle enchanted by savior’s shield,
The peasant looks upon her light.

Emblazoned eyes and flurried delight,
Odds against him, salvation healed. 
A marauder’s rage and heroic might.

Soaked ground by bloodied knight,
Standing tall on fallow field,
The peasant looks upon her light.

Soul emboldened and ready for fight,
Dragon’s fire, the enemies kneeled,
A marauder’s rage and heroic might. 

The bell tolls and dragons take flight,
With sword in hand, harvest yield,
The peasant looks upon her light.

Enemies scattered amidst their fright,
Soul and heart have thus been peeled,
A marauder’s rage and heroic might.
For the peasant looks upon her light.


Premium Member Marble Hearted Marauder

She was a marble-hearted marauder
A plunderer and a loyal daughter
She sacked a village
Looted with pillage
Finding a lover within the slaughter.

Premium Member Marauder Not Crusader

I shall be a marauder
Looting and plundering
I refuse to kill though
Even in the name of religion? Someone asks.
Especially in the name of religion, I reply.

Masked Marauder

The raccoon is a burglar … 
There’s no door he can’t unlatch.

Baby hand-prints in the butter?
You can bet Raccoon’s found that!


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