Ronin Poems - Poems about Ronin

Twilight Ronin From day to night, I travel from east to right. As I travel to the west I look to the sky and wonder what is left inside my vessel. Am I just a hollow soul, or the embodiment of something more? As I walk the desolate badlands I wonder is this...

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Ronin Forty-seven men, hereditary nobles, military samurais, serving their master, who was betrayed and killed by another lord, ronin's, they turned masterless, schemed samurai, three years spun thieves, mercenaries, and madmen, delight all the challenges that are faced, the adrenaline that is peaked, did kill their lord master betrayer and their met deed, all did seppuku, a mass suicide, belief be dead, chose myth, honor, than masterless. ***A ronin (drifter or wanderer)...

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Dishonorable Tao pen, your fealty strokes are guided by shogun lust for the yen Quill treachery blot your avarice ambition Devious calligraphy be the torn loyalty decision Vain kimono pride is bushido vow laid aside Naked truth disrobed — Coin motive ain’t unsheathe noble Ink ronin, got no master to gallantly serve or valor save Unworthy pen, every vile thrust spilt more scarlet sin upon your Shinto...

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Raised to believe many things One which a guy from up high Comes flying out that sky that we all see It had to be literally Did i believe it? Without a doubt i did, Because the one who trained me told me nothing was hid I grew and trained and meditated on this as a kid Was lead to believe...

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True patience means bearing the unbearable Once I Lived bushido At Heart. Served my lord, Wielding carbon And steel In fidelity. Cast aside, I have No master now. I will not taste My blade Outcast, I wander the Rising sun to know The Way anew, And to learn I again for the first time. I Ronin...

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Without an empress A poet's but a ronin Awaiting his death Daring monsters to slay him While searching for his lady...

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When a body dies there is a split second slackness and softening in the eyes as the soul leaves the shell a mutual acceptance by body and that which is beyond that the partnership has ended when the soul dies before the body that which remains is consumed in anger betrayal confusion loss and abandonment On my knees looking up through...

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There is a price in taking another man’s life and it strikes during the repose of presumed peace waking screams to the half moon sky jaunted movement startling calm water reflections deepening self hatred scowling back in the shining metal reflection of someone I no longer know A moment to take a man’s life feel his weight fall upon your...

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Stone pebbles crush beneath my sandals All thoughts of passion and desire now quiet and kept deep within me locked away for now Duty demands my return pace quickening if nothing more than distraction from myself A return to the warrior once again Who tramples quick and hard upon this road as if his feet hate the earth itself...

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High upon this hill of long grass we sit in repose staring off in the distance down upon the valley and village of our youth the sun is setting in the sky and I feel its fading warmth pushing us toward winter pushing me back toward duty and my destiny but my dream is now with you at my...

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Old age and its wisdom but mostly luck of the draw one inch to the right or left of the arrow that kills a comrade beside me To be just past the flames that explode and incinerate those unfortunate enough to be in front of me is luck pure and simple at the cost of dreams and desires Narrow piercing painful eyes...

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hindsight if only clearer in my future my present still sitting here upon weathered rock warmed by years of summers sun only now can I give reflection to the tree that sways in the breeze ebbing and flowing in the wind of my thoughts past memories a boy with a dream and desire following the rising sun and daring to imagine something...

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I have cowered I have crawled I have begged and I have survived Honor is something that those that do no battle speak of Shame is something dictated by those who have not survived I have felt a shame in that which I have done but also a love in those I have fought beside a knowing and an understanding...

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I am nearing the endless night and my body reminds me of it’s torture in a daily vigil toward reprimand My adoration of you my love has passed from heated loins on pillows to passionate words on parchment My son the weapons of war are now wielded in words I am old yes a gift that I did not deserve but a treasure...

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There is a brotherhood among soldiers a bond a band a fellowship that those at battle’s end speak of I long for its connection, its embrace Yet here you lay blood bubbling from your lips as you try to speak to me Beg me for comfort in your final setting sun My hand cannot stop the rose petals that burst from...

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