Riders Poems - Poems about Riders

The Dragon Riders Saga V So many heroes had died that fated day, never again to fight The only one to survive was standing over the Mage that night Both had stood alone upon that once fabled battleground The death screams of the dying Mage now the only sound He let out one last deafening scream a crying evil lust And...

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The Dragon Riders Saga IV Suddenly the hot breath if death came searing upon his back As he turned around the creature ever quickly did attack Thrown from the cave he turned and arched hard into a dive Speed he needed in the air to turn sharp enough to survive His enemy was cold blooded, heartless, and expertly precise What he...

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The Dragon Riders Saga III You nor he may yet know his birthright or even his name Long have I watched you both and why to him it was now I came You'll need the Armor, shield, sword, and talisman to win this war You two are prophecies last hope and one this world cannot ignore Born and trained for...

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The Dragon Riders Saga II The Dragon had returned to the clearing where he'd left his rider near neardeath Hearing the strange tale brought mission purpose back and fire to his breath A healer had found his friend somehow from the the universe of magic unknown Now time was precious and running out their mission together again had grown Just...

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The Dragon Riders Saga I Dragon and rider were weary from the fight They had watched so many of their kind die this night The wounds of battle go deep as are their woes Scars upon their bodies, their bleeding soul knows So long had they trained to serve and to protect They were more than friends having learned mutual respect The...

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Brothers of the Sea Meet the Sisters of the Moon And sail to the Stars...

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The Riders of the Grey Smoke In a dark dream Lost in the Midnight Garden I looked for you Within its semi-darkness I walked through the softly blowing winds Of The Lands of the Ether and Blue And called out loudly to you Praying you'd answer To help me get through But in that dark dream Lost in the Midnight Garden It stayed...

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The sun is melting at a hundred and five degrees and the wind is swirling in the trees, the petals are opening wide in the skies and the motorcycles are rolling by. Hundreds of them in line rolling down the street in a similar pattern and they are riding in an orderly fashion, men and...

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The end, so close yet so far We're riding our shooting star Our life, the blink of an eye A flash, that lights up the sky It's sad so few will see Our brilliant entirety But for, those few that do Imagine the dazzling view. In life, blazing a trail, At the end, a star with a tale....

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Pale Riders (Not for the under-eighteen crowd, or the faint-hearted.) Stars and Stripes waved in such bright glory, over bleeding children's corpses. the braves were far away ...

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I stood at the rail, watching a filly called Midnight Black and breathed in the pungent scent of liniment and leather. Love for Thoroughbred racing lures me back to the track, even when the course is sloppy from stormy weather. Earlier, I observed her in the paddock, saddled as she walked. She sensed it was race day, as around the...

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he Riders of the Purple Sage ...

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Riders Rumble and thunder, here they come, no one dare, ask... from where. The bikes, their trikes... their toys for adventure, seen on the horizon, like a storm. Freedom in their banners, their plates made of; gold, silver... winged, Indians' and Victory' at hand. Harley and friends, well-represented, in all the land. Real men, and tough chicks, enjoying the ride... like cowboys...

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The U.S. was fighting against Spain over their colonial policies with Cuba, And Asist. Secretary of the Navy, Theodore Roosevelt resigned his position just to join the volunteer cavalry. One of three regiment raised in 1898 for the Spanish-American War was the 1st U.S. Volunteer Cavalry fondly known as The Rough Riders. Roosevelt recruited a diverse...

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Ten thousand eyes will each day pass but not a single one will see, for the folly of their hubris hides from harsh reality, and when they pass by homeless people posted prone in poverty, cold cloaked, they are invisible. Ten thousand ears will each day pass but not a single one will hear any proper prayers of the sullen...

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