Napoleon Poems - Poems about Napoleon

Like Napoleon, I was born. He led the French army, I made sure the sheep got shorn. And while I was covered deeply in sheep's doo, he met his Waterloo. And when on Saint Helena he died, none of my sheep cried....

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It was the summer of 2014, I was just about to turn 13, spending June of summer vacation with my Grandmère, in Paris. Tonight, we’re at a fundraising benefit for African relief (it’s always *something*). It was a coveted ticket, I was told, because Keira Knightley and Rita Ora were there - somewhere. It was...

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Give me a smile, that I may build on your assurance, Kiss me, that I may have to thy kind heart entrance, Love me less, and see how tumultuous life could be, Give thy command, and see my loyalty to thee. In thine absence, mine heart cannot from thee depart; A moment's departure would rend my world apart. I recall that...

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At Austerlitz I two nations vanquished; making me historically distinguished. At Marengo I had Austria subdued; then I was to honour undoubtedly glued. At the Pyramids, Mamluks kissed the sands; then like a French Pharaoh I annexed their lands. At Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to her knees fell, to avoid carnage, and possibly hell. At Borodino, Kutuzov my boots licked, as his Russian forces had their...

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Vladimir Putin Surely must suffer from Such a Napoleonic Small , Man , Syndrome Complex He needs a step ladder In order to look his so called enemies In the eye Or stab them in the back...

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For the merited sake of Kangaroo Let’s march towards any exhibiting zoo, Advised to be humble the Napoleon-Tough, Who still could meet his Waterloo With a kick, hard and rough From the Mature Kangaroo. For the clear heroism of Kangaroo, Control the urge to at it boo: The Beautiful Brain behind our incubator By medics as treasured as a...

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He that trod upon subservient Europe with the imperial guards' fighting prowess, did himself and his heartthrob the empress, entrench thrones jointly owned by their hookup. He that caused guns to rage on Europe's plains, and cannons to thunder on Egypt's sands, sent hussars and mamluks to distant flight. He usurped crowns for his dear siblings' gains, and enthroned loyalists to head vanquished...

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On the plains of Europe I contend for an empire. On love's battlefields I have contended more for thee. A stare from your rolling eyeballs consumes me like fire, as I seek entrance to a world of just you and me. Mademoiselle Josephine, you are truly my world's wonder. What precious gem or treasure can I to thee render? Not even...

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The canons thunder, the rifles rage, and the horses like swarms of bees storm the plains of feudal Europe. Her princes tremble and willingly capitulate. Prussia's undoubtedly mine from Bavaria to the Rhine. Russia's dreary wintry plains will be where my scepter reigns. Italy is my inheritance as Portugal dreads resistance. Without the sword i'll woo Poland whilst to her knees i'll bring England and kingdoms of the British isles. French civilization and...

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Haven't heard recently about Napoleon Blownapart Perhaps it's because his parts were blowed off the chart Hard to survive When parts have flied All over the country, such sadness it imparts...

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Corsica born, and an emperor mighty indeed. Who from obscurity came up to prominence, who from French shores the attacks of armies repelled, who had at his disposal, Europe's resources, who to Saint Helena from French shores was expelled. Of old Italian nobility he was seed. Shortish in height, yet towering in ambition. Military genius of the highest distinction whose military strategy is...

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I sense a Napoleon complex As Joe the canary his wings flex He stretches tall and proud Squawks and shrieks really loud At the Seagull who has huge, huge pecs ...

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Napoleon the powerful fighter whose mind was nimbler and lighter than others whose malicious minds resided in lies, and in vain and inane imaginations. His brain's train of thought stayed rooted in reality, Which gave him greater cogitations and a mind, divine and higher above the rest of the world's imagination, rooted in fantasy, and lies, in things that do not exist. The...

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Napoleon Bonaparte. Smaller than a popcorn fart. Not man enough for Josephine. You know exactly what I mean....

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Restlessness in spirit... he became 'The Corsican,' over-bearance of a mother he was forced to take a stand! And he became... Anxious! Counter-veiling parent ways, a struggle for his life. A paradox, he was attached to Josephine, his wife. And he became... Lonely! From his father he derived, magnetic forces... not contrived. From his mother, discipline... as an influence he would win! And he became... Aggressive! All his moods authenticated, and his habits demonstrated! One...

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