Is it wrong to write a poem Warning folks in Ancient Roem Beware! Those Visigoths and Vandals It'll be a still life Scandal when they over run your tired little 12,000 horse town all the knowledge and the wisdom that you've gotten, Greeks say taken stolen pillaged (and then added to[o] your own quite special spin) from the Greeks (and the Etruscans) (will fade away) Whom you Subjugated, Like the Rest of the Known World using reinvigorated plays from their own playbook Yes the Greeks, they saw and noticed the subtle similarities between their beloved Phalanx a Body of men made of men moving as one killing as one and Your beloved Legion a Body of men with a Mind moving as one each man in turn Killing Individually For The Glory Of Rome!!! BELLVM ROMANVM Well... That's all over now or... does it live on????? in this pome and in some Western Hearts? I hope so
i didn't want to paint i just wanted to be great at something so i unghosted my soul, told her to go pick 6 roses out of the garden of my love for the mountains & i pierced my nose w a silver needle that was so sharp i could hear your velvet voice again & it call came back to me in little waves of blue pain and sunflower energy on lined sheets of paper sort of like this one with an orange accent I had to find in Rome behind motorcycles & burnt coffee w out the bitter memory of sugar cookies, only the ones we ate on long weekends by the beach beside the ways in which the sun told us the stories of sunken ships & waves the moon wanted to create at 2:11am on the least windiest days. i didnt bring my brushes w me, but a skateboard and a glass house were enough for a disappearing act & 3 conversations w a wall and spray paint can
I was a soldier of Rome and my thoat is now split open Split it was by a Gaul Fighting to destroy the Republic. I hope the earth is nourished by my blood And life grows from it For so much has been lost In this senseless slaughter. Do they not see the light of Rome? Civilizations luster? We bring fire to the shadows of the world To cast them aside, tear them asunder. Our cause is just, our will cannnot be stopped The world shall be roman We bring justice and order! My sword may decorate the ground And my armour my lifeless body Behind me marches the strength of legions From it ten more will take my place For victory! For glory!
I was a warrior from Gaul Sixteen springs alive Cut down in my prime To defend my home From Rome´s thrist for land They come forth from beyond the mountains A ravenous, barbarous horde They loot, and ****, and pillage Torching everything they touch Can they not see our life is just? And it is peace, not man, who governs this grooves? We live, we love, we grow They tend to their business and we to ours. Yet they now come And my body may give life to the forests And from the forests forth shall spring my brothers To ****! For victory and glory!
I am a crow
I shall feast on them both
Life shall indeed spring forth
And many, many more of us.
I always wanted to try my hand at a poem with historical flavor
Kidnaped love due to ravenous **** Brings a thriving city to soot and dust Villagers armed ready with sword to ****** Defending till their doom due to mistrust Survivors now trapped in wanderlust Till one rises and gains all trust Follow! Follow! Follow you must Till Rome is found and armor rust