Short Viking Poems
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If it is five minutes after Thursday would it be 12:05am Thursday or would it be Friday? Thursday is named after a Viking god.
Do you want to feel like a king?
Soar like an eagle? Sail like a Viking?
Buy coke, and you will be all the three in one!
As summer lasts, you will have fun!
O, Viking Gods of the Norse
you governed the mighty seas
your boats were built of gopher wood
and you made wise use of a breeze!
Copyright McCuen 2008
Shegaurd wakes from her coma
afloat in a Viking pyre craft
too far away to be seen by the mourners
she dreads the flaming arrows
hoping the archer’s aim will not be true
The battle rages, tree branch swords
cardboard boats on Viking Fjords
victory within our grasp
mother calling “time for your nap”
7/24/2021
Flair and Fun Quatrain Contest
Polaice (Freyja)
her eyes the sunrise
the colour of northern green
queen of Viking dreams
brings tears of amber and gold
in fields where warriors lie.
©Harry J Horsman 2016
They read all about the Viking cruise
going for the first time they hadn't a clue
the addendum read
and actually said
no raiding allowed which means the fridge too!
9-12-17
In my childhood I wanted to be a Viking or a Vandal.
Alas, my friends! My dreams was not fulfil.
And now, watching the Hollywood's sex scandal,
I dream to start produce a Feature film!
Messi hits the wall
Iceland Argentina draw-
rock the Viking clap
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
My jowls are large
They make me look glum
I am not though
Said Viking Dog Hum
Where did you get your helmet?
Asked an inquisitive cat
I was born with it on
What do you think of that?
So Eric the Viking was not to my liking
I met him one morning when I was out hiking
It’s worthy of note
He owned not one boat
And wore a horned hat when he went mountain biking
There was once a sane Santa, a Viking
Reindeer driving his sleigh were all sickling
His ride went helter-skelter
Two broke their love-locked antler
Why he donned those as horns he’d no inkling.
December 8, 2020
You should see the Vikings fan at Christmas I was told!
The crazy guy they pointed out was wearing horns of gold.
On each horn this October was perched a jack-o-lantern too.
I wondered if on the 4th of July he wears red, white and blue.
Loving lips soft and wet
I want to feel your tenderness
And your kiss is my red wine
Give me a sip if only in mind
You must exist for I am here
And I keep dreaming of you dear
Fantasy of brown masculinity
Invading my dreams like a Viking
Two days in,
Me and you,
Hard celtic
Strays betray
No truth, stone,
shrine or statue,
Viking hearts and
Weathered youth,
Healing green eyes,
How i love you.
Your streets lure me
Like arteries to heart,
Through our Troubles,
Together, home.
Limerick : Once a shocking Norseman crowned Viking
Once a shocking Norseman crowned Viking
Took his flaxen men on an ice outing
They lusted for fat Finns
Knocked walrus and dolphins
Why Arctic now with Vi-wal-phins seething.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
BURIAL AT SEA
A poem by Jina Mahalatinia
I witnessed Mama's body
As Angels worked her flesh
Preparing her for death.
And when her flesh was pieces
She was scared of being eaten
(Remembering Viking spears
That killed, not ate, those fish)
So I cried to soothe her fears.
There was once a Santa Claus, a Viking
Reindeer driving his sleigh were all sickling
His ride went helter-skelter
Two broke their love-locked antler
Why he donned these as horns he’d no inkling.
December 15, 2018.
Syllable count : 10,10,7,7,10
(Checked on howmanysyllables.com)
I've fallen for the chemistry
and the way you lean yourself to me so natural.
Your lemon scented genius hands
are filled with smoke from foreign lands
the kindest eyes from where I stand in limbo.
You've given me an instant friend
a love which starts before it ends
You've washed me and I'm young again.
My Viking.
Form:
There was a gallant Santa, a Viking
Reindeer driving his sleigh started limping
They got stuck in stack of snow
How his horns broke he didn’t know
He dozed off after a bout of drinking.
_______________
December 18, 2022
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : A Funny Santa Limerick
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
Blacksmith's massive hands
delivering powerful hammer blows,
beating glowing red steel
into submission.
Sparks illuminating
magnificent artistry.
Fiercely wielded
in the name of Odin.
Tales heralded it's glory.
Unearthed, virtually unscathed.
Instrument of death,
1,200 years at peace.
Viking, Viking burning bright,
on a pyre in the night,
though the wind howls and bites,
this funeral is out-of-sight!
Through the cold and falling snow,
on the lake your fire glows,
the ships combusts, and now I know
this here is how I want to go.
*-Obviously patterned off William Blake's famous poem 'The Tyger.'
I am down on bended knee asking god for a plea
I am just I of what I used to be
I am a forgotten memory
Thus I want to turn and flee
My composure is dewelling as I gather strength for sanity
I feel I lost touch with humanity
My soul will never have clarity
I will forever be in obscurity
Knowing I am selfish in vanity
T1nk
my sis & her man
falling from the kissing tree
after 5 s0me' years
how blind love can be
you are all up off in it
news sure blinded me
the mixing of oil
and water can only float
for just so long, eh?
not be taking sides
for there is no 1 to blame
she's lost her Viking
lost his Texas belle
matches sometimes made in hell
sad the cooling flame
I packed all your bags
along with my feelings for you.
I brought it all onto a wooden ship
your name carved into the hull.
your name.
your boat.
I placed every item against the deck
and on my way back to shore
I nudged you into the waves
and gently set you ablaze.
As you burn against the horizon
I watch
and sigh.
It’s all finally gone.
At last.
I can be free.