Warrior Poems - Poems about Warrior

I'm a fearless warrior. Should I not kill? With my skill and will, I till every hill. Amidst moral rifts, I have my mission. I'm the monarch. I make my decision. Like lions and tigers, I show aggression. There is a progression in my vision. I am loyal like the domestic brutes. My virtuous deeds have their moral roots. I cannot afford losing...

Continue reading...

{verse} Take this heart of clay in your great hands mold me and make me new I am your creation, all souls were made by You Smooth out these rough edges and all my fears cut away For you oh Father, You are the potter and I am the clay {chorus} Oh oh Great Sculptor of lives Oh oh miraculous artist divine See in me...

Continue reading...

the faceless strikes keyboard hard shooting opinion barbs inside the church he prays to this anonymous stalker hunts his unseen victim-cries he-the faceless remains faceless # for Bite Size Contest No118 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

Continue reading...

Ocean's Embrace, A Warrior's Heart Shattered news, a whispered word, "Cancer," they said, my world was blurred. A mammogram's shadow, stark and deep, A secret held I couldn't keep. My chest, once strong, now felt so frail, A storm of fear, a silent wail. The surgeon's smile, a gentle hand, But fear still gripped this weary land. Yet in this darkness, deep and vast, My...

Continue reading...

Oh, Wounded Warrior. Battle lines and battle scars hidden in plain sight. Many of us now asking was it really worth the fight? Some of us wear uniforms. Some of us wear shame. It doesn’t really matter. The outcome’s still the same. Missing limbs, missing minds. Broken, tossed about. Whipped by winds of chaos. So often left in doubt. It’s in the heart, it’s in the eyes. You’ll...

Continue reading...

Scott walks alone in crowded light, A mask of joy, a heart in night. No job to ground, no path in view, Just dreams once bright, now lost in blue. He lifts the broken, stays their hand, When shadows grip and fears expand. He holds their tears, speaks calm and kind, Though storms rage fierce inside his mind. A friend on call, a...

Continue reading...

She saw him standing at the waters edge crashing waves on splintered ledge they were are sharp as a razor knife they were as echoes , of a shattered life but she saw him walking back to rest towards the purple dew caress so she told of new days , where revealed and she gave him armor, and his shield she saw...

Continue reading...

Inspired by... Warrior Nun - Ava is resurrected. Being alive is a gift. Being able to move is a gift. "Psalm 46:5 reads, "God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early." In essence, this verse speaks to the unwavering presence and support of...

Continue reading...

I am not my father's princess Nor my mother's lookalike I am but a warrior, born to fight In this world where every action counts The dark misty place, a child of light A lot to laugh for, a lot to cry for But all i need is the love for forever and more A star so bright Its inner strength full...

Continue reading...

Through all of his failings and all of his faults His memory redemptive his conscience set free Through all of the battles and all of the scars His soul still a virgin his heart — is pristine (Dreamsleep: July, 2025) ...

Continue reading...

Four and a half years ago we lost a fine poet, a knightly gentleman, and a friend to many of us. I'm reposting my tribute to him today. Warrior is an adjective used for a hero or a knight I knew one, briefly, whose wings have taken flight Not just a fine poet was John,...

Continue reading...

I converse with my demons. The monologues are endless, Dark confessions on scraps of macabre memories. My mouth stays shut after uttering blasphemies, I terrorize my ghosts with the darkness of my fantasies. I stumbled before the gates of hell, It's too late — I'll end up in Lucifer's furnaces. The journey will be chaotic until the final breath, No consolation, only incurable...

Continue reading...

Fifty years burned into the marrow of my bones, A life stitched together with fire and fate. Mi Vida Loca, a symphony of scars and rebellion, I have walked through storms that swallowed souls, Witnessed horrors I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy, Yet here I stand, whole—unbroken, unbeaten, ...

Continue reading...

EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun whispering wondrous worldly wishes across abiding angelic appled air spun elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue with mystics maypoling as kittens mew a mistletoe mist of fat figs feasting true...

Continue reading...

"Faith and Fireworks: Cinco’s Call to Remember" (A Linking Pin Sonnet in Spence Format – Celebratory & Historical) Remember the cry, the cause, the stand, Stand for the faith that defended the land. Land once trembling rose firm and proud, Proud were the voices chanting aloud. Aloud rang truth through valley and hill, Hill of defiance, God’s sovereign will. Will of the people,...

Continue reading...