Viking Poems

Viking

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

The Viking Song

Vikings in their sailing ships.
The ocean is their home.
Another of their ”buisiness” trips.
To new lands they will roam.
Hoist the sails, pull the oars.
Hone the axe and knife.
Brand new places to explore.
They love the viking life.

	And it’s hey! Ho! Away they go!
	O’er the horizon and gone.
	The tide will ebb, the tide will flow.
	Still, they sail on...

Vikings

Viking Warrior of Woodland

When the sun hangs low
by scarlet-threaded silk, 
you'll find my soul
waltzing in the womb of woodland
like a viking warrior, 
where I'm rooted ~ 
beyond decaying diamonds, 
as life unfolds a watercolor symphony
falling from the canopy of chrysanthemums, 
and I am more than 
those soft-blooded sins, 
surfing across satanic stars,
still aching to be cherished 
by azure-butterfly

The Viking Fun

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.

the last viking

The Last Viking
There had been a storm, that uprooted 
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty 
sword beside him its grip was made 
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain  
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he

Viking Dog

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?

The Last Viking

Erik Bye was a writer, entertainer, TV personality, and easily, in the sixties and the seventies, the most popular man around.
He was born in New York to Norwegian parents who later went back to live there, while their son Erik went
back to the USA to finish his education.
On returning to Norway, he wrote a book

Overmood

Fire-blown mounds of ash do swirl
About a charred pathetic doll
With one surviving dead man’s eye
Whose eyelid flickers back no more

Torn up like a tethered fox
Mail-shirt bloody, helmet gone
Sinking in the ooze of death
Upon the hungry battle-mire

A crash of sliding masonry
As a church wall mourns
The king’s hall burns forlorn
Like the world tree

Laying low at land anchor
A

Born With Stone-Chips In My Ancient Viking Blood

Born With Stone-Chips In My Ancient Viking Blood


I stand against the world and its most evil wrongs
Born with stone-chips in my ancient Viking blood
My greatest heroes immortalized in great songs
As they eliminated those of barbaric crude
All had magical shields and a flaming hot sword
Words given to them by higher power beings
Enough victorious battles as not

The Viking God Thor On His First Great Battle

The Viking God Thor On His First Great Battle

No, you do not, no sir not in this fight
My honor demands I fight you to death
You are Lord of Darkness, I Lord of Light
You will surely lose, so save your last breath
Your stabs were all wrong, had not real effect
I spit on you and your black-monster

Silent Viking Ship

Viking ship glided into the port at two in the morning
The sailors had slept through it, snoring was heard by fish
Aurora Borealis was flashing lavender blue and green lights
A show no human saw that evening, as everyone was sleeping
There were no sounds of oars dipping into the water.
Norway was silent, as were the woods and

Viking

lean ships run
each stroke more
driving them ever
nearer shore
almost silent 
in the night 
sudden appearance 
adding to fright
shield and axe rest
ready to taste to the full
hot red blood sunk
in body buried in skull
grating keels 
in the sand 
sliding on 
to alien land
battles cries 
battle screams
pierce the night
enter dreams
too late to save
men half asleep
women endure
and later weep
another

'i'M a Warrior, a Viking'

I've encountered many battles, I'm currently at war

Giving up is something that I simply don't stand for

I'm a warrior, a viking, it's in my DNA

I've been PTSD and Depression free for the past two hundred days

Just because my mind is free does not mean the hard work stops

I'll still lead my life with positivity, my

Invasion: Part One

Isolated peat bog is a lonely place never more so than on a storm-driven night. It's a time when the banshee howls streaking across the land claiming midnight for her own. With hair streaming down her back and garnet eyes alight with malice the manifestation hovers watching and waiting for who knows what. Her age

Seven Viking Footles

Exercise Fanatic Viking

Biking
Viking

Viking Good at Volleyball

Spiking
Viking

If Vikings had Invaded Thailand

Viking
Thai King

An Eye-catching Viking

Striking
Viking

Norseman on Foot

Hiking
Viking

Viking Jockey

Horseman
Norseman

The Epitome of the Viking

Gorier
Warrior


May 15, 2022
for  A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest

• Short Viking Poems
• Famous Viking Poems
• Best Viking Poems
• Read Viking Poems
• Long Viking Poems
• Viking Quotes