Short Legion Poems
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A legion of doom a quake before the destroy like or
Hate the conquer of fear
Legion among legend
What is are among the lin kuei.
Infernal regions
we are legions of hatred
lucifer my lord
Hell, Haiku contest. Sponsor Robert James Liguori
Written 3/27/23.
The decay of corpses is my domain
Abandoned in the dread mountain region
Unrestrainable through fetter and chain
My bread mouldy but my spirit Legion
Members of the legion, warming up
Cold weather of the region, blowing up
Advocacies permeated and rolled with dice
Democracies under water, frozen like ice
Once I fell into a swamp like region
They were lying there just like a legion.
I said, with a little scream!
Who wants a little ice cream?
They said, maybe after your extraction.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Oh but why on earth did I make such a fuss
Kicking and screaming they dragged me to my fate
Upholding my legion I suffered extensive berate
But why isn't chocolate a more feudal must!!
wandering minds
whispering thoughts
ocean of her eyes
totality of existence
ripples are reappearing
quietly half open lips
quivering waiting
gathering star
seeds
legion of angels
dance
i am
drowning
in her vast
and deep ocean
Form:
Was A Proud Pound Cake
Pound bread was splendid;
Was so sad that it ended;
Bring more I adore.
My poetry writing's reason
Is because it is the season
Doom I don't like a legion
My waist line it is sieging.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
I learned I couldn’t pray
but Love prays me
and if I will be still
I’ll feel her fill
me up
with sweet dark light until
the screeching legion fails
to capture my attention
fades to meaningless
and less
and sometimes blessed
emptiness
completion.
what can i do to make them see
this legion right in from of me
that comes to claim my life and leave
when all i want to do is breathe
absorb me in its mighty jaws
this beast with shallow men as claws
Go wash away in void of thought
my loyalty is earned, not bought
It's such a small death,
This being worn down
By inches, by cuts
Bleeding the wallet
Dry, to feed the thirst
The Legion of bills
Bring to the door,
Insatiate
Thirst for money.
The bills come
Money goes
More arrive.
Sighs, rage.
Balance:
Null.
In crowded spaces, falling down:
Toward the sky into the ground,
And always landing "out-of-bounds"
As I lie awake on sleeping sounds
No room to dwell in Heaven's Hell,
No lies confessed, nor Truths to tell
The Demon's region, and Poets in legion-
Oh! My words, forever quelled!
You can’t think your way to faith,
all reason unadorned
Or speak to what is felt inside,
self-knowledge most forlorn
For those invested time must bow,
a legion unto one
As seas will part and bushes burn
—in rapture’s kingdom come
(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)
Synonymous of The Roman legion,
Is strength and patriotism,
Courage put to swords!
Determined bloodshed, belligerent war,
Humanity stands the gaff,
Victory or failure ?
Kimos- 10/7/6
Written on 30/6/14
Contest- The Roman Legion
Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst
Ranked 4th
A cloud of scarlet and crimson petals
Spill down from above,
Pirouetting delicately
As they clasp the breeze
In a silent, fluttering waltz.
Drips of colour stain sherbet white snow,
Blossoming chaotically
As the legion of scandal - red petals
Pour relentlessly down.
Flowers for the living.
Let my heart rest in minefields
I am quiet.
Winter approaches like a legion,
All the animals wait through the night.
I am so lonely for you.
You don't burn like drugs,
More like Russian roulette
Please let me go.
I am by myself again
The dreams have left me
The sun peaks through the clouds
It's a bit vexing.
Bright opalescent sweeping wings of God's angels of
an airy region,
gleaming robed angelic legion,
such celebrant tidings of messages they bring,
promise of kneeling before the throne of the
Holy One, the Lion of Judah, they sing,
Hail our King, He we adore,
He has salvation for us in His Kingdom
forevermore. ~
He placed the blindfold carefully on her eyes as she traced her fingers on his skin
He pushed her hands away and laid a kiss on her face
The room began to fill with him like slow pouring sweet tea
His desire surrounded her
His touch covered her body
His lust was legion
He was they
And they were there to devour her
It’s where the schizophrenic is socially accepted,
Where he can show every man,
It’s where he can all come out and fly,
Opening his whole wingspan.
And you can see who he is with what he will write,
It’s all of him you will know,
In the poems created using beautiful words,
Where his legion of thoughts are on show.
I am a daughter of the sea
a sister to heaven
smothered in earth
an unknown scent
of fragrant nights
exists in me
and no other
I am one of many
but singularly unique
painted in no hand
but melded
by a multi-verse
I am legion Invictus
forever my march
streams
I am of the source
I am multitude
LEGIONITE LITA
A writer of prose,play and poetry.
The daughter of the strongest legion.
Though she eats lemon,pill and berry,
she hate anything sour,bitter or sweet.
Though she feels great,inspired and strong,
she still hate failure,fight and duelship.
Her biggest dream is to see monkeys
playing around her resident in Lagos.
Legionite LiTA
Faintest of light a silver sliver
thinnest of thread silken quiver
slightest of hope,to be,delivered
strongest of faith golden envisioned.....
Polluted waters clouded vision
deluded cause create division
obtrusive force denies cohesion
abusive nature cries are legion
Assimilation is their call
diversification is the all......
He laid a gentle kiss on her face as he synched his tie tightly over her eyes
He had special plans for her tonight
She didn’t recognize the voice that said “you’re all mine now”
Then the room began to fill with him like slow pouring sweet tea
His desire surrounded her
His touch covered her body
His lust was legion
He was they
And they were there to devour her
Ghouls and vampires
angels and demons.
The Winchesters retire
satans archaic legion.
Sam, the younger
of the hunters,
gains strength from demon blood,
his crack, this cures his hunger.
Dean, the older of the two
his heavy fists make him a brute.
Once died, became satans dude,
revived, the brothers feud.
Name withheld until contest is over
5/10/2010
Breathe a whisper,
A word of wisdom,
Lend advice on freedom,
In my ear I listen,
Give a word worth living,
To me i hear a legend,
A voice as huge as a region,
A single word from you is it's very own legion,
In my ear you whisper,
To be free you leave me,
Find your way alone,
And you too shall one day find a place to call your own.
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