by James Fredholm |
Categories:
city,
Two days in,
Me and you,
Hard celtic
Strays betray
No truth, stone,
shrine or statue,
Viking hearts and
Weathered youth,
Healing green eyes,
How i love you.
Your streets lure me
Like arteries to heart,
Through our Troubles,
Together, home.
by Kristi Hayner |
Categories:
loss
my sis & her man
falling from the kissing tree
after 5 s0me' years
how blind love can be
you are all up off in it
news sure blinded me
the mixing of oil
and water can only float
for just so long, eh?
not be taking sides
for there is no 1 to blame
she's lost her Viking
lost his Texas belle
matches sometimes made in hell
sad the cooling flame
by Liliya Zagorski |
Categories:
beauty, loss, love hurts, soulmate,
I have promised you everything in the world
But I cannot promise that this
Will be my last love letter to you.
I will write this sonnet
To you
Though you will never read it.
I'm sorry that our end
Came this way
We cannot change our fates.
I will say farewell to
Your memory by way of a
Viking funeral.
Our love will burn forever
Until it reaches the shores of Valhalla
1-8-21
by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
Categories:
christmas, funny,
There was once a Santa Claus, a Viking
Reindeer driving his sleigh were all sickling
His ride went helter-skelter
Two broke their love-locked antler
Why he donned these as horns he’d no inkling.
December 15, 2018.
Syllable count : 10,10,7,7,10
(Checked on howmanysyllables.com)
by J.L Chandler |
Categories:
love, money, women,
Sofia’s love was like a viking as she tore apart
She grappled with her demons as she swept each basking heart
A gangster fairy tale betrothed upon her arm
A fleeting evening and a trip out of the dark
Four hundred dollar bills as token of your love
The glamour and the fame; the glitter and the game
If one could bear the grime and snare
Of the homestead that she came to bare
You would still pay for her charm
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
new year,
A list to do, it's such a bore.
Why can I just ignore?
I'm getting old, oh, so old,
and wasn't effectively controlled.
We just had Christmas,
so out the door went fitness.
Now it's New Years
and resolutions with tears.
I've got to control beers.
A Viking seafaring, I would love to be
and go around the world one with the sea,
but seasick I would be, and it all over me.
A model I would love to be,
but eating does my tummy plea,
it will never cease to let me free.
So, I’ll try to write more poetry.
Be a good bestie, and a reading busy bee,
and walk my little dog to go wee-wee.
by Jai Garg |
Categories:
lifeme,
Aloof on the battle field her combat skill cries,
Irish blood runs wild with little inebriation,
Indian warrior counts coup in feather stories,
Russian Viking lines in dormant breeding.
Duchess plays nature with tulip aroma,
Creative Polish gene encounters blush with pink,
A wild thing as the spirits seduces her faith;
Tempting to redo her life's aspirations?
Touch me not with your hate for I am no kin;
Hold me to thy lips with love so we may sin.
by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
Categories:
christmas, humorous,
There was once a sane Santa, a Viking
Reindeer driving his sleigh were all sickling
His ride went helter-skelter
Two broke their love-locked antler
Why he donned those as horns he’d no inkling.
December 8, 2020
by Ann Foster |
Categories:
adventure, allusion, confusion, devotion, dream, muse, mystery,
Your Sweet Face
The first thing I see
looking at me,
are your eyes.
Like the deep of space,
grabbing my soul,
and sending it outward,
beyond.
Where I do not know...
as I am lost.
I remember your smile like the sun.
It brought me back home,
to where the Earth and stars,
collide above, and explode at random,
and, or, ever at your pleasure.
The frame of your visage is strong;
Indian Princess,
Viking Queen,
Fairy Love,
Mermaid of the Isle.
Let me live long enough,
to die for you.
Let me live long enough,
to bring you the happiness
you have brought me,
by just being...
you!