EXERCISE Poetry Challenge #12 -- The Dragon

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  1. The Dragon

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    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.

    C.S
     
  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

    His wings speek of lonely nights beyond the trees
    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 palm

    his head leans into your hand and wraps you with his wing
    Excepting you kindness and shielding you from the world
    And in return you soak in the comfort he seems bring
    he will protect you threq the trials your way will be hurled
     
  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
    away
     
  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.