Short Slayer Poems
Short Slayer Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Slayer by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Slayer by length and keyword.
Hail to the Dragon Slayer?
From Metro-Goldwyn Mayer?
What did he really do?
Except charge me and you
To joust another player!
The words, they echoed in his ear
He forced a smile, and downed a beer
"We're finished, darling dear," she'd said
Her voice, the knife that left him dead
The Hunter
Grandson
Ho-hum
Possum
‘Yum-yum
Preparing the feast, grandson, ho-hum.
Slayer of beast, possum, ‘yum-yum!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Tyburn
If I were a poisonous snake
I would get the last laugh
Giving my slayer a surprisingly venomous bite
Hours after he lopped off my head with a machete.
Only snakes are able to do this you know.
Trawling graveyards might not sound like fun,
she’ll never stop ‘til her mission is done.
With her trusty wooden stake,
life from the dead she can take -
hunting night creatures ‘til she feels the sun.
Golden sincere guitar player
Serious musical slayer
True love lightening bolt stayer
Strong diligent brave man
Kiss bare neck hit a new layer
I love more than I plan.
For Rime Coulee Contest
Autumn Ehrhardt
Dragon slaying is a very bad crime
I'll get him off but I won't get a dime
Self defense we will claim
Aint no one else to blame
Wish it was this easy all of the time
For the Dragon slayer contest
Faith:
Soul's sword,
Doubt's slayer,
Champion of
God!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 July 2017
Even though, I feel
The bright flames of
The dragons breathe
I shall not be afraid of death
I plunged thy royal sword
Unto his chest and
Crushed his wings and tail
All hale the dragon slayer
From the Land of Nottingham
I'll drink this dark chalice of bitter wine
And let my blood spill on the chosen ground
The blade he holds shall be a slayer of mine
To save you from the treachery I found
3/23/19
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He fancies himself Mark Twain the chicken slayer said.
His hat is ridiculous, I would not wear it even if I was dead.
Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn? You mean asked a reader well bred.
Not sure said the chicken slayer, but look at that stupid hat on his head!
Eastern Shore, Glowing Coal
Lighting Up the Depths of My Soul
Bringer of Light
Slayer of Night
I have Met You In Human Form
Extinguisher of Light
Turning Life into Perpetual Night
Killer of Day
You have nothing to Say
As I helplessly Watch you Vanish West
Iguana wants to be a player
Geico commercials didn't hire this slayer
Apparently he's too green
To counteract the green screen
So Iguana puts on shades
Then moonwalks and prays
The Gecko breaks a leg on Thursday
And hopefully doesn't regenerate the next day
She masquerades by candle light
hope unparaded
triumphs
Lady Eleanor will you dream tonight
waiting for the stone gargoyles
by the wayside
by someones achilles heel
you are the slayer
akin to something sinister
you walk to the tower
where you can see enlarge
your designs
by the misty morning
Embittered winter
indignant
spreads rancor
erudite in malice.
Irreverent arbitrate
derisive
disdains masses
sardonic in verse.
Vengeful slayer
belligerent
inflicts brutality
pitiless in wrath.
Steadfast rime
unyielding
immovable blight
resolute in rage.
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She was playing against the top player
Now she hoped to be the giant slayer
The reigning champion stood at six feet
This diminutive challenger was the one to defeat
As the match went on it became clear
That the reigning champion's defeat was near....
Victory .... "Short" and Sweet ....
~
If I replaced the name "Buffy" with the name "Kamar"
and replaced "The Vampire Slayer" with "The Vampire Destroyer"
could I then rewrite an exact full episode of "Buffy"
but write the exact entire episode poetically
and then be entitled to all and full royalties
without any "Buffy" big wigs suing me?
Would this be considered stealing or inspiration?
You tell me.
What can kill a man closely, without suffer nor mercy, what can slice the mice right in half, what wields the power of slaying the titan, what saved the three, the three you see, the three who were eaten and beaten, until that moment, the moment of truth, when they all broke out with that victory and win, how the people were gleeful and joyous and happy, the titan was slain, once and for all.
There was a sitting
A séance of sorts
Spirited shadows danced
In the dimming wick
There was a woman
Lover and the weak
a carver and red meat
There was a priest
father, a prayer, king
of the weaklings
There was a rising
A séance of sorts
Spirits of sudden stir
sudden dead wick
And the woman
Lover suddenly weak
carved some red meat
There was a priest
father of the weaklings
slayer of the wee
In the heart’s tunnel
lurks a murderer*
conspiring as friend
with human nature
enraged by hatred…
midst bitterness
covetous angst
and greedy wrath
the slayer prowls...
devouring
smiting foe----
killer screams…
“guilty---
I am…
Lord!”
*Mark 7:21 For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders.
February 1, 2021
Inscrutably solid in multi-shapes and colors
Prisoner of itself sitting Buddha-like forever more
Gazing mother earth reshuffling her pets
As mighty and small moan to subtle strokes of death
Slayer of Goliath, though David stole your praise
In twelve, you symbolized the twelve tribes of the Jews
But upon your historical landmark
They never treasure you like the ark
For Rick Praise's contest: "Stones"
Terrific Tremendious Turbulent
Trip Taken Through Time That
Truly Tempted Those Tempered
To Titter Transforming Transparent
Titillating Tenacious Transferred
Trophies Trying Transliterating
Title Transgressing Temptation.
Now you figure it out Contest
with words starting with the
presumable same letter. Ain't
English great.
Jim Horn, Soothsayer
and also Word Slayer
PS. It sure is sick alright.
Form:
Do not assume that I am clueless,
To the puzzles you create,
It's reckless,
It's Helpless,
Some sort of temptress,
Who wants me to create a demon,
But I am better than you,
I know when I am being clawed at by the devil,
And I am quite good at solving puzzles,
All it takes is a little confidence,
A little brain,
A little smile,
And the temptress is slain,
Do not assume that I am clueless,
You solved the puzzle on my own,
Form:
There’s nothing goddess-like
about those moonbeams
silver glowing arch
not of your back
soft and inviting
but of your bow
cold and piercing
silent slayer.
There’s nothing to adore
within your face
gleaned from marble
glossed immortality
as you condemn with
opal eyes.
There’s everything wrong
with my animal lust
stag in mating season
wanting your body
more than life itself
denied by your
virginal lock.
ensnared I submitted to prayer
impaired, tho I shared
unfair to the slayer
I had my faith
That allows me grace
In placed I played solitaire with the soothsayer
My choice, my voice…
Get thee behind me Satan
You naysayer, purveyor I shall not entertain your questionnaire;
For whether on my knees, laying down or standing (I forswear )
I shall ALWAYS be in PRAYER
10/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.