Sward Poems | Examples

Pie-in-the-sky

Sward of Democrats was hangin' mo' Ike a Dewey pi
Justice Stooge an too others, Supreme an Di
Invikings to Prez Ball tis no brainer who'll bee Oval sitter, Xi?
She be wearin' her Party dress tis knot Caramel Harass, Duhlin'
Cameron Diaz Party dress "Calm Red" dear, dunce pardon's, Dolly's 
all begins with~Vladimir, peace at last Zelinsky up in the queue, Stalin'g-Time.

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An albertine goodbye

a delicate petalled rose
flutters slowly from on high,
upon the green sward,to lie-
dying sans a sigh

A Tanka Rimed

in an albertine goodbye
a delicate petalled rose
dying sans a sigh-
flutters slowly from on high
to the green sward,to lie

Por-Bazhyn's Sward

Church and fortress of clay that shone bright with might
Monastery of the faith of light
Though brief like a small spark stored 
Earth quaked and flames roared 
Dragons stared 
Sward 
Angels cared 
An island ignored 
Eternal with heaven’s lord 
As the radiant white moon at night 
Church and fortress of clay that shone bright with might 

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An albertine goodbye

a delicate petalled rose
flutters slowly from on high,
upon the green sward,to lie-
dying sans a sigh

Shades of Spring

short drizzle of rain
splash window and grain
cleaning

flowers gleam post drain
clouds' gathered again
venting

rumble roused the sprain
shake hard the terrain
stirring

vibrant smidgen sward
not pleasant toward
softy

daffodils were oared
glossiest bright ward
lovely.

worker bees discord
care for hive concord
duty

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The Lay is a very old French form of poetry. Its format is fairly simple:
9 lines per stanza, with a rhyming scheme of AAB AAB AAB and a syllable count pattern of 552 552 552.

Written: March 17, 2022

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An Old Warrior

An Old Warrior

This old man, sward in hand, takes a stand
against the Provincial, the Municipal man.

The power hungry, with all the appropriate tools,
who treats us, his constituents, his voters as fools.

Our voices are stilled, silenced by political oratory 
as they convince us of the sincerity of their story.

They operate, under the radar, with impunity
whether they are innocent or they be guilty.

This old man, sward in hand, takes a stand
against the Provincial, the Municipal man.

I think that I have reached the end of my rope 
as I battle with the powers that be, without hope.

Three years, ten years without satisfaction,
not the courtesy of a response, nor reaction. 

Ignore, and eventually I will simply go away.
This is the game they both choose to play.

The powers that be will always get their way. 
For us old warriors, not much left, but to pray 

B. J. “A ” 2
April 25th, 2021

Multicolor

On the Rockies fall 
The multicolor foliage
Impress every life

Yellow, orange, gilt
Scatter in green forest 
Cover on tan sward

Under the blue sky
The silky wind waves, swings    
The colorful land

Like diversity
Under same freedom rooftop  
Live in harmony  

Native, red, black, white
From the different cultures
Talk friendly language

Trees offer to mind
To pursue the own pleasure
Keep on private way

AN ALBERTINE GOODBYE-DODO

a delicate petalled rose
flutters slowly from on high,
upon the green sward,to lie-
dying sans a sigh

In the End

Yes, all told love is always fair, by our very own nature, we are not, but we still can be the very consideration put into this above action?  

Yes, because if this were not for our Creators Continuing Grace is there anything that we truly need, or cand still fathom that we want? 

Albeit just as this is, but relative peace with our Creator? 

If ever, our crying shame is succeeded, by Him, then whenever shouldn't we put our sward down wherever? 

Every shadow has been slotted in, that walks towards this day; the day that we are all left standing; undivided, within this effort towards generous freedom, and general harmony together finally! 

Because all of our regret yes; this all comes to a new and joyous beginning for all life, in the end. 

So, hey, with all of our gift of gratitude for our Creator, and for this life; let's all; get started now, don't you still believe friend?

A Century of Learning

Flanders: Summer 1920
 
The summer zephyr softly grooms
The golden ripening barley field
Makes gentle waves of feathered plumes
And earth by nature’s hand is healed

Mere two years since these fields were torn
The bland mild landscape ripped and stained
Dark gashes scarred the growing corn
And blood splashed red the fertile plain

Now scarlet poppies dash the sward 
And sway as in bucolic hay
Thus all is peace in sweet accord
The lesson learned, we’ll not replay

The war to end all wars has schooled
The nations hence by peace be ruled

Litany a 7776 Form

An albertine goodbye

a delicate petalled rose
flutters slowly from on high,
upon the green sward,to lie-
dying without a sigh

New Lady D Arbanville

Storms came to flood the perversion of careless claims,
The silent witness seated in his chair with bowed head,
Not a word is to be spoken, not an iota of acknowledgement to be offered,
Despise the betrayal, proclaim the abomination,
Never repeat the nonsense, the heat,
Do not greet nor comfort again, stand up as in a presbytery,
Finalise the prayer to yourself, look up and walk away.
Deus, in adiutorium!

My little soubrette, clever and pert,
The Waterloo affair brought crossed swords
And released a horde of travesty in the sward,
A creation of a new Lady D’Arbanville cannot avert
The glare into the lunacy of impiety that is stripped bare!
Oh I swear, I swear!
The tug has suddenly stopped, the ball is being dropped,
All everlasting reminiscences in a second, forever, - popped.

Lawn Grass Turf Cut Me I Will Grow--

vegetation turf
I am just a blade of grass
cut me i will grow

greenery, green lawn
narrow leaves, growing wild sod
cultivated mead

grasslands blades of grass
lawns pasture, as a fodder crop.
field, pasture, meadow

sward, lea growing spring
grassland veld literary 
vegetation turf


8/10/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.

Cleopatra

Sun’s splendor orange ball spread
O’re granite giants and tame vales 
Wild wind’s daring waft he rode
How mystic, oh fate; ired dragon 
By ired hero’s hand slayed
Upon chariot fierce steeds
Thunder and spear soiled the field 
Slain souls of victory sang 
In smote rows of flesh and blood  
As his blade through palace rang
The sward she tamed with her lips
And arrow through heart deep
As she rose throne high
The queen veiled in black art
Of sweet caress and honey wine
And poison from the snake's heart

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