Lore Poems - Poems about Lore

From shadowed glens, where legends sleep, Three figures rise, secrets to keep. The Morrigan, a raven's wing, Drawn to the clash, the death-song sang. Of war, of fate, a chilling hand, To claim the fallen, rule the land. She shifts and weaves, a queen of might, Her sovereignty in the darkest night. The Banshee wails, a mournful cry, A prophecy beneath the sky. For family's...

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Blooming flower in Spring's light, Petals blooming without fright. Wandering breezes yet to grow, Still moving ever slow. Sunshine touching the skin, Light finding the areas within. Sweet fragrance of Morning's dew, How can I ever forget the scent of you? Your thorny Rose draws blood, An emotional sky lets loose a flood. Tears from the clouds to help you grow, Your roots hushing the rivers...

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When the clouds’ part and the sun does rise, A glimmer of hope felt for my treasured prize. Vast above the sky shimmers blue, Forever in search for a heart pure and true. Over rolling hills, farms and babbling brooks, Through glimmering eyes and dazzling looks. To the horizon they dream and leer, Forever trapped in what is ever so near. So far...

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The sun does beam Over many a quick stream That run into valleys flourishing with floral Where the wind howls with seemingly no morals It lashes out it's rage against swaying, tall trees High doe they stand, and far doe they see Rain falls light Unless cursed with the winds' might But on hot, Summers' eves Does the wind blow little but leaves Cooling and...

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Over lush green mounds Did stand many thriving towns They did spread over vast azure pools With help from shipbuilders' mighty tools And mighty were the first to land on those shores Valiant are they now in myth and lores Strong were those who weilded weapons in battle Stronger yet were those content with land and cattle Amongst the trees so dark and...

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Dear tenants, as you toil and strive, Remember that God is on your side. Take heart, for your work is not in vain, The blessings will come, through the pain. Though it's hard, to pay your rent, Respect your landlord, pay it on time. And then you'll see, your life improve, As you reap the blessings you deserve. So take care of your...

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When little kids ask for stories Regale them of our lore and its glories. Listening with rapt notice Tales of champions and menaces. One and all exclaim with awe Hearing about our Gods. They don't die Live within us and fly. Burn like a phoenix Survive with their tactics. Look beyond the veil When the fiercest quail. Never lose their light Even in the darkest of nights. With a...

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Steeped in mysterious magic fearlessly they go an eerily mischievous bird you’re never far from a crow Mystical messenger of the occult blackest black obsidian plume baneful omen of death they fly loudest squawking cawing loom Many become a murder and Dickens’ “clerical bird” alas abounds in much of folklore plus an omen of change to come and pass Ominous with foreboding presence intelligent with cunning scheme dominant from...

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Shadows play upon my skin, ebbing, waning, flowing from their gain, their touch leaves a shiver from the fanged release of sin, a shudder down my spine, a reminder of the unknown, thoughts; did I let them in? So do I welcome the shadows, as they linger and fade, leave a residue...

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We are the weavers of our words We weave the blanket that covers us Gives warmth to our bodies And peace to our souls We weave the picture of us, The hawk, the fish, the deer, The stream, the snow, the winds that blow The sun that rises and the stars that lead us They are the spirits of earth and the heavens We...

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I’ve hated myself and gated my true self/ Tired I waited for health basics to shelve/ Take care of yourself during young ages to delve Shake bare sore urges yearning numb phases to evolve/ Intake of a rare lore emerges / In wake of we’re to lure resurgence / I think not as they’ll plea what they have to plead to...

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To trace again the feats of men from yore, With risky voyages to foreign shore, That thought them facts they did not know before, latent lands and vast blues they dared explore. Their adventures opened the knowledge door, Of cultures and customs, by peace or war. While their exploits are written in folklore Their spirits walk with us forevermore As through legend ancestors...

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Have you heard Of Thomas The Rhymer It is told that I sprang from his loins Many years Long gone past Yet the tales That last Are often quietly purloined The story goes He disappeared To consort with the elfin queen He returned By and by Telling this lie to any who thought it keen Maybe he stayed To long in His cups to go home in disgrace Of the dreaded din And the rolling pin He...

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'Sleep my dear, else Hastar will come for you', Cried the teary eyed lad, of barely ten and two, His visage flushed in blood, as he sought refuge, To save his flesh from his ancestors turned ghoul. Slinging his never-ending purse of fine gold, He creeps the labyrinth of his mother’s womb, Baying in anguish for a tiny morsel of food, A...

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*Image of Man Woman Winter by Pixabay. Winter Love: Lovers Lore Fables apiece advents the quirky whiteness, mingling amidst a dreamt sea of ice, a transient couple transcends ..., Our eyes traced a bevy of cooing doves, creamy emissaries that solicit the air, cradled bears in their cavernous slumber, grasp we the contrasts of a winter's value respectfully...

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