Legendary Poems - Poems about Legendary

Two brothers hailed from the old country, from Donnybrook - one more like an engineer, the other like a cook. They specialized in pancakes - the best, you can't deny. Sean made them taste like heaven, and Finn stacked them high. Supplies came from all around, in wagons and in trucks. Sean whipped up the batter, and...

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One day I sat next to an Old Man. He looked at me and asked if I knew who he was? I told him all I knew about him is what they call him in town. They call him Crazy Man. He laughed and said that I Am. He told me he had...

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I need to cope With my lost loves I need a rope To hang on to On a last string with you I need to stop moping Hoping for the day I meet you Spent time, inner-scoping You left soon out of the blue I’m on a last thread with you, Legendary lover of mine so true I’m a dread in the head instead I need...

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To the legendary teacher I pay tribute For imparting live voices to the mute You paid gratitude To the multitude On the mountain top you stood And all the heads understood You never said ‘Never’ As admired in Geneva; Tremendous work for real Remains in me a thrill! You explored the world Left in me a living word Instilled sight onto my mind In place of being blind. Domesticated...

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Mohtarmaas! Not just titles, Titans of change, Revolution’s rhythm, Pulsing through time! Tricolour dreams— Sewn with the might of women, Saffron courage, White truth, Green hope, Their spirits spin tales, Defiance in diversity! From Jhansi’s fort To Delhi’s gates, Rebellion echoes, In the roar of battlefields, In the silence of prison cells, In verses of poets, Who knew no bounds! Lakshmibai to now— A journey carved in blood and ink Sarojini’s song, Freedom’s Cry, They fought, they led, They...

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Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War, Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore. At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight. At eight, her mother died, and her father, he took flight. She and her kid brother went to a house for the poor. Soon...

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Honey tells me: Where do great stanzas come from just out of your head when you're in-bed hon so, they will say your mind went to our library in books of yesterday you remember legendary words you serf paragraphs lookin' to catch a rhyming phrase of yesterday to bring it on your next line today or ways cleaver enough to fit...

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my hope is legendary I believe in magic The goodness of children an enlightened empathetic world my hope is prominent I am full of optimism that the races can all love each other and we can do better than merely “tolerating” each other. my hope gets me out of bed in the morning She smacks me up the side of the head If I allow...

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He came to me in a rhythm, an ordinary Black American woman, age 33 spilling gentile and Pinesol, and debris of his knee\ A couple of diamonds and pearls, said the dream, "Is the dreaming Awakening me, dearie?" He showed me his face, his Rabbit hair, like a knight in the king's corner of a sultry, satin fair/ a...

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You can almost swim across large parts of Florida, swim and walk a few steps and then plunge again into the cool sexual embrace of yet another blue swimming pool. You can almost cross the peninsular of Florida by using the fairways, the greens, and the links of the many golf courses. In the everglades and other swampy parts a...

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"Lizzie Borden took an ax And gave her mother forty whacks. When she saw what she had done She gave her father forty-one." Whoever wrote this jump-rope song About Lizzie Borden got it wrong. Though she did give her stepmom ax whacks aplenty, By the coroner's count there were no more than twenty. Then before anyone could scold her or scoff, Lizzie took her...

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[paraphrase of a Svan folksong] I, I am Queen Tamar I raised myself to Heaven I dug up a barren mountain I left only a deep hole I put the sword to Constantinople I drove them into the sea I made their lands my lands....

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A FATHER'S LEGENDARY : Spirit of love is staged in this superman, Who never gives up until a good deal is done. He is the source of giftings production, Who soundly nurtures his children, By placing the entire family on satisfaction. Regards the needs of every member with pride. In the world of craziness I was born into, This man has been...

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March, that grumpy old lion, has a legendary roar. And yet, my hopes for spring soar, on seeing my first dandelion. (LIND30) 03/04/2022...

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Writing is my passion The only thing I'll lap you in Other than the track I ran But that was way back when So moving forward it remains Who I am Without all the pain Without the grieving Or the tragedies Without all of those Who I never let see For when it comes down You'll be without me So soak in the memories And hold them while you...

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