Viking Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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The women in my Viking village don't like domestic work or tillage. They get much more excited when they all get invited on raids to go plunder and pillage....

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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?...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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