Short Conqueror Poems
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You, the conqueror
your heart's subject I became
Triumph is all mine!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
02 August 2015
Uttering those words
out loud as if they 'd been just
discovered, you did
bring them into their knees like
a newfound land's conqueror.
Carefully grow seeds
Blooming beautiful feelings
Ensconced as treasure
Halting zealous emotions
For the heart love conqueror
5-13-2016
Never
lingered in hole
always she pursued hope
She was a conqueror in life
Sometime...
Feb 11-2016
Written for "NEVER - ALWAYS - SOMETIMES - Poetry Contest"
Have that drive
Be willing to succeed
You can travel sky high
Continue to do that good deed
Empower your world
Brighten your spirit
You can be that conqueror
Do not ever quit
An old sketch,
becoming a new one.
Black and white,
chromatic,
what a pun!
Who laughs last, guess what?
Is best conqueror, thus,
Transition,
de Parny,
bon voyage Lisa,
Sweet Sun
Cover my house in morning glories
The blue one, bright and cosmic against the vivid leaves.
The neighbor said, "They take over everything!"
But, what brighter conqueror?
What more splendid overlord?
Relics, relics sad and lone,
Cromwell's head and a single bone
that William the Conqueror left on earth
prove today of petty worth.
Oh that now those proud in power
knew the shortness of their hour.
To the winner, the medal
never full glory...
To the conqueror, the spoils
never hearts and souls...!
Winners and Conquerors,
they are human...not olympics ,
nor August ...!
they will never be Gods!
Steaming fire and ice
Glomming armour and vice
A royal defence force
A charging horse
He’s sire
Knighted Sir.
A messiah
My hero
A skilled warlord
Conqueror of worlds
His regal sword
The last word
I will become a conqueror when I grow up the young girl said.
With her lovely freckled face, fresh emerald eyes, and hair of red.
Or a race car driver
Or a scuba diver
Maybe even a professional football player or a flower bed.
Winner
Successful, Victorious
Celebrating, Enjoying, Jumping
Conqueror, Vanquisher, Subduer, Whipper
Failing, Suffering, Crying
Frustrated, Lonely
Loser
In the battlefield of romantic love
No victor could easily be declared
For the conqueror soon clearly shall see
That the crown that he won has to be shared!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 December 2019
Limerick: Once a gay Roman bored Emperor
Once a gay Roman bored Emperor
Sailed Near East as great Conqueror
Queen there married brother
Was this a great bother?
He married Queen to have the Other!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
A gray cat, stealthy crept,
tall grass his tactic cover.
Was he a Robin Hood?
Nay! More apt a Robin's
demise.
A conqueror to his kin.
A devil to wings that fly.
My truth, may be your
everything? Or, just another
Seducer's lies....?
Jesus
Savior, Creator, King, Conqueror,
Son, Brother
Lover of Sheep, Righteousness, Justice
Who feels Pity, Anger, Gladness
Who fears nothing, nothing, nothing
Who would like to see worship, truth, respect
Resident of New Jerusalem
Christ
Copyright McCuen 2008
Behold, man must offer
the true taste of instinct
and like craving conquerors
unleash the bitter sword of her regime
and in the tickling of the clock
she 'll embrace her fortune
knowing fully well the sweenest of honey is justified only when vinegar has been
tasted.
Oh, Espresso, we praise you!
We kneel before the machine.
In awe of this ambrosia, this caffeine!
Oh, Espresso, giver of life, conqueror of sleep—
Our saviour at midterms when we must dig deep.
Oh, Espresso, our morning star, and afternoon routine,
Almighty, omnipotent, sacred bean!
Oh, divine Eros,
Son of Venus,
Conqueror of hearts,
Better it is for me your loyal subject to become
In your blissful dominion of love
Than
Arms against your sweet tyranny to take
For
My freedom to retain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 March 2017
Transylvania twilight's, blue blood bridal box....
Nightwing sorcerers gathering at, her ravens dark
Pond crimson silhouettes his dagger pleads; of butterfly
Witches their ouija board breeds ? Spirits, this material world
Craven kings entombed these, conqueror worms: Love's, red rabbits.
Form:
There's a secret path to Mongolia
Through dreams where to enjoy
The spiritual part of paradise
Beautiful are the feet who walk
The holy gospel of God to Ulaanbaatar
Come to the dynasty of the Khans
Reminiscing the once great conqueror of the world
Travel here once before you pass by.
She has weathered the slings and arrows of life;
a life raft gliding atop a violent sea.
A strong kite flying so high up in the sky...
and can't be pulled down!
Date written and posted: 07/13/2018
Behold man must offer the true taste of instinct
and like craving conquerors unleash the bitter sword of her regime
and in the tickling of the clock
under a polished mindset 'll count her fortune
knowing fully well
that the sweetnest of honey is justified only when vinegar has been tasted.
It seems we come here for our fix.
We cannot help it our thoughts do mix.
The need so present, a heady dream.
The words do batter, and out they stream.
Our fingers shaking, the thoughts so clear.
Once again seeking to conqueror our fear.
Writing, writing the driving goal.
The drug to which we give our soul.
Form:
Forgive the beastliness
As born with, earth-sired;
Charges, unchallenged, thereaft
Conditioned, earth-mired.
Woman, soft eyed, soft voiced
Know this, pitieously
What each such, a man at heart
Seeks out, needily.
Against these advances
Appeals to soothe, tame
Resistless, have worship-dropped
Gods of warring fame!