Best Viking Poems

Glory and honour oh man of the North
Valhalla waits to welcome thee
Spend a night of passion with thy Lady
For tomorrow death or conquest await

Come into my arms my beloved
Thou art the queen of my heart
Let us share this night it may be our last
In joy...

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I left my home, the world to roam
it’s been now twelve years gone.
From a boy to a man
was a dreadful short span,
as I journeyed to valleys beyond.
Now the king, he has spoken
and battle has broken,
I’m wise to the ways of the world.
Long on the sword,
as...

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The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age, 
A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven

Part (1.)

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay
from blood flowing until care and want...

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Part - 1.

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay
from blood flowing until care and want expires
battles fought that would frighten warriors true brave
all for golden treasures...

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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...

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Viking Funeral

When that day comes that I will die 
Dress me in the finest clothes
Patterned from ecru silken threads
In contrast with my hazel eyes

As the sun sets west and reflects 
upon the sea so warm and blue
Place me in a sailing craft  
Hand carved...

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Viking Funeral

When that day comes that I will die 
Dress me in the finest clothing
Patterned from a textured sharksin
As the sun sets east and reflects 
upon the sea so warm and blue
Place me in a red sailing craft  
Hand carved from an exquisite teak
Surround...

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Viking, Viking burning bright,
on a pyre in the night,
though the wind howls and bites,
this funeral is out-of-sight!

Through the cold and falling snow,
on the lake your fire glows,
the ships combusts, and now I know
this here is how I want to go.



*-Obviously patterned off William Blake's famous...

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Viking me, I want to be
warrior culture, decadent vulture
plunder  & pillage, every village
navigate the sea, longboat to be 
clash of steel, organic feel

Viking Me, I want to be
impenetrable shield wall, kingdom fall
Valhalla bound nomads, Victorious death glad
Discovery of Vinland, Vigilance of Norse man
Expedition by...

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Flying alone
   over fury enthroned

 Its colors reign free 
  and clear

The enemy stained
  all freedom regained

Covered in blood 
  spent and dear

Stitched yellow and blue
  its messages true

That Svealand does 
  not run

To hang steadfast
  and...

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For days now, my wife, i and some friends, have been working on costumes for Viking's day at our up coming Renaissance festival, went suddenly Poetry Fever hit, this is the result---hope you enjoy it---God Bless 

No Viking Way

I used to be like Hagar The...

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Limerick : Once a shocking Norseman crowned Viking

Once a shocking Norseman crowned Viking
Took his flaxen men on an ice outing
They lusted for fat Finns
Knocked walrus and dolphins
Why Arctic now with Vi-wal-phins seething.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013...

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The Viking gallery slipped quietly through the night
the oars just barely skimming the gentle swell
sails were fur-lowed  tight to help hide it from sight
the warriors ready for the signal sounded by the bell

Silently they landed, ferocious was their appearance
wielding their great battle axes wearing...

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In the grand days of old let the truth be told/

Those ships and mate's in plight,

With ancient fool's who had launched in an all night battle !

The one who stayed alone and quiet would lose/

A much happy time of old !

Mediocre drawn beers as an...

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The horned helmet of the dawn has met my sight
They’re shouting loudly, that I’m wrong – I’m right
The sky is putting on the armour of mournful clouds
I’m man with weapon I’m not farmer let someone shouts.

I’ve taken sword with hand of vengeance I’ve taken shield
I’ve...

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