PROMPT Poetry Challenge #12 -- The Dragon

Discussion in 'INSPIRING MUSES' started by Fluffy, Feb 21, 2011.

  1. The Dragon

    This week, write a simple poem involving a dragon. It can be as silly or as serious as you'd like! A poem about a dragon from a storybook is even acceptable, or a video game, or a movie. If you're stumped as to what you should write about, you can poetically describe their wings, for example, if not scales, fire breathing or the mysteries of their origins. If you want, make it look pretty using BBcodes. I will post up my own dragon poem if/when I get a couple of other submissions.
  2. A golden 'S' slashed with red, skin not skin--
    Scaled armour with plates of diamond,
    Shimmering flesh that not a man can rend,
    Nor beast or deity, for a god come.
    Dressed in scaled raiment, sinuous flame,
    Severe eyes betraying malevolence
    Past forked tongue on bearded chin, speak thy name,
    I cannot be fooled with benevolence.
    Your true nature but a godly being,
    What faith do you have in we mortal men?
    With strike of your talon, see us fleeing,
    And with a breath of flames, see us bow then.

    Now speak your name, begin your golden dawn,
    The lizard king, reveal yourself--Dragon!
  3. Dragon

    A magnificent creature of myth and lore,
    Power and greed be your only sins,
    The riches of many dead men you hoard,
    Killed by your fire that burns within.

    A creature so majestic and rare,
    Your beauty knows no parallel,
    The lives of thieves you do not spare,
    Many a village you dispel.

    A creature built of feather and scale,
    Terrible teeth and deadly claws,
    The subject of many old tales,
    That strike our hearts with fear and awe.

    A magical creature of fantasy,
    Whose wisdom never ends,
    Creature of nature and longevity,

    Mortality you transcend.
    #3 AkikoYukito, Aug 30, 2014
    Last edited: Nov 8, 2014
  4. Slipping screaming singing stringing
    Straggly scary staring scolding
    Scalding burning blazing dying
    Dragon didn't do it
    Fire flames dancing down
    To fiery depths of demons
    I'm burning burning like a flame
    Playing dragons game.
  5. We were many at one time,
    Living all over the world,
    Some lived within,
    The Mountains,
    The plains,
    The desert,
    The snow,

    Many feared us,
    Some wanted us dead,
    Others wanted power,
    Or even to become one of us,

    We can never cry,
    For our tear is most precious,
    And if we cry we might die,

    We now are not as many,
    Nor the same size,
    Those who are from ancient times,
    Are within hiding,
    So if needed they can protect the world,

    We are commonly formed by clay,
    But only by those who are related to the one who saved,
    Gawain the last true dragon alive,

    Some who get us can't see us move,
    For they are missing a simple thing,
    They must believe,
    If they don't we may cry,
    And if we cry will die,
    So be careful of what you say,
    For we do have feelings.

    Show Spoiler
    About the dragons from the Calling All Dragons series by Chris D'lacy
  6. Horus Horus what would I do
    I would have been lost if it weren’t for you

    You have my heart as I have yours
    I know you don’t like being on all fours

    You breathe ice but fail at fire
    But we can chill out when we retire

    I remember when you were a pup
    You used to bite me and the cook

    Those sharp fangs which are always bright
    You can easily see them when it’s night

    Now you stay in this humanoid form
    But I remember the fight your wing got torn

    You didn’t mind, it made us close
    It was funny when you made toast

    Now you chill out on my deck
    Making sure my ship ain’t a wreck

    I love to watch you when you transform back
    Better grab a beer from the rack

    Your wings are beautiful it wraps round our ship
    Your dragons roar, it’s top top tip

    One of these days your wing will heal
    And we will celebrate with a big ass meal

    We’re getting old, I know it’s true
    But without you I will be blue.

  7. No beast as great, no other beast then a dragon can control our fate.
    No beast but man can be such a coward, tremling, waiting to be devoured.
    Becouse the dragon, he is powerfull.
    And my wife, so gentle and wonderfull.
    The dragon he lives forever, he breathes the suns own fire.
    And I, slave and I toll and I force myself to become a liar.

    "It was my fault"

    But Dragons do not a forge work, or a field plow.
    A Dragon is a monster, he never used a bow.
    And while I write with this golden pen, the dragon tax the foolish men.
    But these peasant sow and these peasant bow.
    But peasant see, and peasant hear.
    The Dragons end now draws near.

    "Its the dragons fault."

    For in this final act, this final scene.
    We'll find out that A dragons blood is green.
    For greed is its creed.
    And mankinds shackles are now freed.
    For tools that plow, of iron are.
    And sword and arrows so him scar.
    Forged by secret hand.
    To free this land
    From dragon. From kings.
    No more will we be his underlings.

    "It was your own fault"
  8. He has eyes that see into your very soul
    Peering past the mask of happiness you hide behind
    Walking forward out of darkness as black as coal
    He sees in you something even you cannot find

    His breath is calm like the wind
    And for some reason you do not fear
    He is someone ment to protect, to defend
    Some who needn't talk for you to hear

    [BCOLOR=rgb(8, 8, 8)]His wings speek of lonely nights beyond the trees[/BCOLOR]
    His leathery skin is adorned by scars of war
    His careful stride is a testament to his unheard pleas
    His silence a give away to the pain in his very core

    His silvery tail and horned hear seem dangerous
    But the careful way he stands say he is calm
    You walk to him and the others think you fearless
    it's not true even as you feel his muzzle beneath your[BCOLOR=rgb(8, 8, 8)] palm[/BCOLOR]
    [BCOLOR=rgb(8, 8, 8)][/BCOLOR]
    [BCOLOR=rgb(8, 8, 8)]his head leans into your hand and wraps you with his wing[/BCOLOR]
    [BCOLOR=rgb(8, 8, 8)]Excepting you kindness and shielding you from the world[/BCOLOR]
    [BCOLOR=rgb(8, 8, 8)]And in return you soak in the comfort he seems bring [/BCOLOR]
    [BCOLOR=rgb(8, 8, 8)]he will protect you threq the trials your way will be hurled[/BCOLOR]
    [BCOLOR=rgb(8, 8, 8)][/BCOLOR]
  9. The Dragon

    Pilferer of gold
    Stealer of silver
    Eater of souls
    Devourer of children
    A heart of ice
    And eyes of black malice
    The Dragon sleeps in the mountain tonight
    Never stirring, always resting
    until the fateful knight comes
    to take his treasure
  10. Glimmering scales of the elegant creature
    The strongest armour of nature's design
    Her iridescent eyes her most enchanting feature
    Her graceful form a common symbol and sign
    Her cry is powerful and shakes the Earth
    She proudly stands guard atop a proud peak
    Guarding treasures of immeasureable worth
    And with a surprisingly gentle voice she speaks
    With the power of a mother
    And of a timeless protector
    A beauty like no other
  11. Fire and Ice in so many shades,
    Not colored in grays or made of endless flames,
    A divine being Of construction
    Not meant to lead us to destruction
    as legends always tend to state.
    A dragon is not born from hate,
    But love,
    An endless canvas painted in rainbows and scales,
    Green Dragons painted as large mossy hills,
    Blue ones made to look like the seas,
    Orange ones to dance in lava and fire,
    Red ones to swim in brilliant sunsets,
    Purple ones meant to spread wings out over an endless night sky,
    Dragons come in many colors,
    Invisible but alive they exist as dreams
    Inside a human's creative mind's eye.
  12. Greedy and hoarding,
    It took anyone and anything it pleased.
    Its eyes were cold and cruel and hard,
    And its claws tore many a heart.

    Cursed and hurt,
    I wandered through darkened streets,
    My heart bleeding and my mind flayed.
    The Dragon followed, as it always did.

    Screaming and thrashing,
    I tried to banish the beast from my thoughts,
    But its actions became my own,
    And I realized the Dragon was me.
    • Nice execution! Nice execution! x 1
  13. The kingdom of the Valley Green
    prospered peacefully
    Until that year the wicked wyrm
    wrought flaming treachery


    He flew from mountains of the north
    To scorch the fields of grain
    Consuming cattle, sheep, and those
    who fled his wrath in vain


    To her knights the queen did say
    "Ride forth across the lands
    To him who slay this cursed beast
    I give my daughter's hand."


    And so rode forth the valley knights
    in steely valor bold
    To seek and take the dragon's life
    And thus the princess hold


    But none could stand against the wyrm
    whose weapons knew no match
    He torched and pierced and crushed the knights
    As easily as thatch


    And so in helpless suffering
    the kingdom burned and smoked
    'Til hamlets fair lay desolate
    and rivers brackish choked


    But there within a vale did live
    a pigherd and his swine
    And though a peasant low and naught
    his heart did golden shine


    Hurried he to find the witch
    his fattest pig in tow
    And sold to her all that he had
    for poisons she did grow


    And then across the blackened lands
    tracked he both stench and spoor
    Until the dragon's evil hide
    He spied within the moor


    Then with fruit and garlic strong
    He made the fatted pig
    Swallow every poisoned plant
    each root, each bloom and sprig


    Ten pounds of slop and deadly flow'r
    did he quickly feed
    Then stuck the swine with butcher's blade
    and left it there to bleed


    And hiding 'hind a distant tree
    the pigherd witnessed then
    The wicked dragon moving forth
    across that bloodied fen


    And in the shrieks and flow of red
    the dragon's lust did flood
    That evil wyrm devoured the pig
    and licked each drop of blood


    The winged beast then turned away
    to dream of fire and death
    When seized by vitriolic might
    he fell and spent his breath


    The pigherd came then cautiously
    And watched the dragon die
    Then severed with an axe its neck
    and 'cross the land did fly


    To the queen he ran and then
    falling to his knee
    "Your highness I have slain the wyrm
    His head I bring to thee."


    And then the court did ghastly cry
    and none could speak a word
    For though the kingdom it was spared
    their savior pigs did herd


    But know ye reader of this tale
    The queen was true and wise
    "Humble hero you have won
    my daughter for your prize."


    "For all the kingdom peril knew
    and you have saved us all
    Come to me, my champion
    and wed within my hall."


    And then the pigherd bowed his head
    his words did barely speak
    "My sovereign save your daughter's hand
    for I am poor and meek."


    "Who am I of peasant stock
    to claim this highest jewel?
    Never must your princess fair
    be given to a fool."


    At that the princess stood and cried
    "No peasant man is he!
    For he is noble, brave, and good
    and I his wife would be!"


    The pigherd scarce could now believe
    his fortunes and his pride
    But princely did he rise and then
    he knelt before before his bride


    "Rise now Prince of Valley Green."
    The queen did she command
    "Come take your place within these walls
    and rule with me this land."


    And so the tale of Valley Green
    did I for you unfold
    Know you at last from that day on
    their history was gold.

    This was written by a friend of mine Jeff Brown for my kids and I love it so much I had to share it here since it fits so well.
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  14. The Dragon was the name they used
    For fierce and cruel was she
    No grace or mercy had one accused
    Her of nor would there e'er be

    For her heart was frozen deep within
    From hurts born long ago
    And now her wrath pours out on men
    As bitterness and anger flow

    Perhaps one day a fire will thaw
    The ice encasing her heart
    From where would one such courage draw?
    Who'd chance the lethal dart?