Vikings Poems

Vikings

Meant wanderer
Wore horn helmet
On go for raid.

I Fear This May Be Curse, That Dead Vikings Sing

I Fear This May Be Curse, That Dead Vikings Sing

Who believes it will come one fine-bred day
Not a beautiful queen but a beauty
A doll, a great dame, one with newborn hope
Could she be a princess that fled away?
His heart and soul said yes she surely is
Her body is ravishing, so purely true
Those sexy eyes this

The Vikings Have Arrived Again

They are expert mariners and fearless too
They hail from a foreign land, across the blue.
Norway and Iceland had met these men before.
They were watching wearily as their knars hit the shore.

They prefer to hug the coastline, a keen observer said.
His comrade was horrified, he was afraid they might make him dead.
They know their currents and

Hans and Greta

Hans had been raised to believe you protect your woman at all costs
His father was a warrior king, and instilled this in him since his first dawn. 
Today his ideals were hidden, squirreled away, possibly even a bit lost 
As his wife-to-be jumped into the fray, facing the monster head-on. 

He had been startled when

Violence In Verdant Vales

After berserkers violated, nonviolent, virtuous, souls
residing in Ireland's verdant vales, 
victims vented their intense disliking of the vile, vicious, 
violent, vikings by valiantly fighting back victoriously.

Vikings Striking

VIKINGS STRIKING

Savage, barbarian pagans who plundered, killed and raped
Still In bloody garments of war, around their women draped
Made erotic love before battles that raged
Wave after wave of terror they waged
Of late through media of TV, have become famed

Viking Sword

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.

Vikings

VIKINGS

Erik  went east  to Yamal peninsula’s spring  
For Russian hides and terrifying antlers
From the world’s biggest  reindeer herd,
In April  crossing the thawing  Ob River, 
Safe from predators :  good hunting  
And  fully  laden longboats.  Now,
In a Bergen June, waiting at quays 
On a clouded

Valhalla - Vikings' Paradise : Mythology

In Asgard, kingdom of the mighty God Odin
A place awaits all battle fallen warrior heroes
It's in Valhalla where there is endless feasting
And an ending of all griefs and sorrows

The Valkyries, Odin's warrior daughters
Carry the fallen heroes from the battlefield 
To Valhalla to join other fallen warriors
Where they are restored to life fully healed

Each day the

Valhalla-The Vikings-Part 1

In the bay of icy mists, the viking ghost ships arrive, sails set full ahead,
Crashing anchors rattle loose, plunging beneath the cold murky surf,
As the hailing horns of the dead, announce to their lord, Odin, that
Valor's courageous have arrived, and wish to enter, the great halls of
Valhalla.
Here the cold winds of the north dwell, it's

The Vikings Dream, a Northland Story

Waves crash with word from Scotland
Warblers answer with yawning skies

Rocks washed up from last night's storm
Blaspheme glory, fought for Rome

Pushcarts filled with bravery tell
Of battles waged, regret for sale

Winter scoured laws they passed
Before the titles pressed in clay

Gulls enjoyed a calm sea float
While Ravens spoke in lightning bolts

Far out to sea, inside my mind
Lilies dance

Vikings and Islam

Vikings and Islam 
Way back in the 7 hundred or something when 
Islam leaders tried to establish a Caliphate in 
Europe, they met Vikings who were plundering 
their way down the river of Volga and often 
employed the barbaric Norsemen to do a bit of
plundering on their behalf. 
A few Vikings converted, when coming home
they

The Vikings

Harsh winds blow from a baron frozen land,
Of ice and snow.
Exhaling Nordic gods breath a chilling mist
An eerie foggy vapor creeping along the
 Waters aquatic edge.
Rages angry seas lap against the wooden
Hauls as battle harden men brace for impact
Waves crack tarring asunder splinters oaken shell.
Yet these Icelandic warriors laugh at death,
Savoring it's flavor, and relishing

The Vikings

The Vikings were a race of men
That conquered many lands
They fought their wars with might and main
And power in their hands
They sailed the sea in dragon ships
Explored and conquered well
But now their greatness lies beneath
The rolling ocean swell

Minnesota Vikings

When Thor’s mighty hammer sounds a thunderous call,
this football team is willing to do it all.
They are ready to plunder and pillage opposing teams.
The Vikings are reality, not merely dreams.

They have played well before the overwhelming cheers.
Success has come easily throughout their playing years.
When the Vikings defend the home field in Minnesota,
their vanquished adversaries are

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