"armours" poems
Don thy best armours
For your heart flies
a lock of her shining hair
betwixt the spear shaft
to pierce the hearts of men
their broken forms lay strewn
across aphrodites battlefields
Beware you glimpse
such grace as ever strode
the folds of firmas breast
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
--I. M. Edward John Henley (1861-1898)
Where are the passions they essayed,
And where the tears they made to flow?
Where the wild humours they portrayed
For laughing worlds to see and know?
Othello's wrath and Juliet's woe?
Sir Peter's whims and Timon's gall?
And Millamant and Romeo?
Into the night go one and all.
Where are the braveries, fresh or frayed?
The plumes, the armours--friend and foe?
The cloth of gold, the rare brocade,
The mantles glittering to and fro?
The pomp, the pride, the royal show?
The cries of war and festival?
The youth, the grace, the charm, the glow?
Into the night go one and all.
The curtain falls, the play is played:
The Beggar packs beside the Beau;
The Monarch troops, and troops the Maid;
The Thunder huddles with the Snow.
Where are the revellers high and low?
The clashing swords? The lover's call?
The dancers gleaming row on row?
Into the night go one and all.
Envoy
Prince, in one common overthrow
The Hero tumbles with the Thrall:
As dust that drives, as straws that blow,
Into the night go one and all.
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Enslaved , enclosed she prays each day
Awaiting her prince , who'll whisk her away
But the world has run out of knights in shining armours
Out of glitter , out of glory , out of glamour
Her battles cannot be prayed away
Gone are the days she could hideaway
So she will have to fight her own fight
Come what may , walk through the darkest night
For in a world , where her voice is invalidated
She writes her own story ..a prince is no longer awaited
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 3:46 AM UTC
You are ashes and bones to me
just so you know
Sorry, but my self-protection dragon must set you ablaze
Sent you off and away
Don't you know I move on to a different land?
It's not all castles walls and guards now
I'm all free!
Free as can be!
I'll mingle,
mingle and laugh happily...!
She released me from your shackles,
for the sake of my sanity
There might not be a knight...
Neither in shining armours,
nor galloping in on any horse or phegasus...
Nor am I my own hero,
or learned to fight for my own...
But my dragon,
she'll swoop me flying to places--
She'll keep on protecting me
Showing places we could never ventured,
you and me ...
And that's okay
Because she'll protect me,
and I will always be save
So I'll fly,
Goodbye, my love ...
In this imaginary grave,
I'll store your memory
Until I'm ready...
At least for now,
You never are, never was, and never will be
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
Oh, here I am confined to the walls of my sadness!
I am lean and weary,
my heart thin and dreary.
Oh, how I've longt to wander yon mountainous hills again,
this time with thee,
descending the steeps, our bare foots brushing against the heath beneath
blending into the hilly surroundings
under the laughter of the joyful heavens -
o how riveting the bank underneath shall be!
O how delicacy shall reign my frame abruptly -
bequeathing its foreign spirit gladly,
so that I am showered with its frantic idyll
with adversity whose love can never forget!
O how this joy shall conquer any rivers of indignation,
drive their disdained yoke away
along with those conceited tears
of sullenness, hatred, and amorous gluttony!
But unreachable art thou!
O Kozarev, my prince, sole prince in these silent wintry dreams,
how thou appeareth like a gleaming apparition,
soothing my reposes, making whose armours complete,
with smiles can bear all my gloominess away,
whose lovely jests are warmth to my soul, my yearning and choking soul,
in the deathlike bursts of this misty day!
O Kozarev, in today's laborious air I shall think of thee,
thy stately figure, thy youth of ardour!
Thy grin the star to the fading sun;
thy words that calmeth sorrow; and sendth thrills through my bones!
O mumbling lips, o trembling horns!
My little treasure, if only thou could hear my earnest longing
my very earnest desire; sincere yet tempestuous
that I shalt lift my hands around thee
Just how those rocks stand firm on the glaring sea
Cheers in its coldness; praises its bland waviness
Like a small boat unyielding to the melodious storm
when the last harmony is no longer sounding!
O, how I long to share this fondness with thee!
Kozarev, my demure pleasure, my belated fate!
My firing snow, my blazing sun,
the handsomest flower of my being!
My lithe little heart might be of nothing to thee
I am unworthy, yet I yearn for thee so willingly!
Kozarev, amidst the rolls of my dreams I devour thee,
wherein dwells the upmost of our affection
and sits our sheepish little village!
And adjacent to the gentle fireside
upon our wooden squeaking chair
brimmed with love, smeared with laughs
I should rock by thee
sew thee into my very own loveliness
and ****** thy grace
to the faint redness of my lips.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 5:55 AM UTC
We are the unsung poets
who toil in day for the harvests
then write at night as the wick burns
in the dark slips of our meek turns
We are the unseen poets
who invisibly raise armours
swing pens as the dark evades the light
a strip to the core of the soul,our right
We are the trampled heroes
whose halos are out-shined by thunder
and tongues tied to a word twisted silence
Our heavenly seduction of a naked dance
I am the unsung poet
inspired by love and rhythm of life
transpired by the ounce of human experience
My eternal contract that only makes sense
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
Too young I was,
when I read about them.
Cinderella, Snow White and Belle.
Eyes glimmered, hope shimmered.
Young as I was,
So even I wanted to be like them.
Like Jasmine, who declared she was not a prize to be won.
Like Belle, who hated the misogyny that encircled her.
Like Merida, who challenged gender norms.
Like Tiana, who followed her passion.
So even I wanted to be like them.
Because they were the ones who showed me what I wanted to be.
But then I grew up,
I guess I grew up too much.
I heard questions and false accusations,
I saw them point fingers.
Point fingers at my idols.
They said,
'Princesses do not exist,
And even if they do, they're too perfect, too fake.
Too unqualified to be real because they do not make any mistake.
They laugh at the way Aurora let a stranger kiss her.
The mock the way poor Cinderella became a Queen.
They say they are weak.
They are weak? Why?
Because they dream?
Or maybe because they're too kind and too strong?
Too honest and right to be proven wrong?
They say they are weak because they do not fight for themselves.
But the Disney Princesses I've known,
do not need armours, wands and guns.
They do not need shields and magic and ammunition.
Oh yes! They might be just our imagination and nothing real.
But somewhere deep inside our hearts, they've given us hope made us all warriors.
So the Disney Princesses are the real warriors I've known.
They are,
the silent warriors.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Thunder echoes.
Flashes through billions
Of hailstones smashing against
Trees, leaving clouds of
Crushed leaves hanging, slowly
Blending into the chaos of
Angry weather, then: Nothing.
I worry for my windows,
Pounded with ice and shaking
From relentless thunder.
Nature, now, is an angry
Woman,
Child, heirloom or love stolen.
Furious fire, skies dark with a
Thousand wings.
Drop your swords and run,
Men. Your homes are in
Flames. Your armours as
Useless as your wet pairs of
Long johns.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
I tried to fall asleep
But I couldn't let you leave
My head is filled with memories
Unwinding...torturing me
I walked the room for answers
Searching underneath my skin
Punched a wall but it didn't hurt as much
As it did when you left me
I can't love any more
I can't love me like you did
Does it even make sense?
To say I want you out of my head
But I want you back in my chest
And when you reach me
Even if it's in another place, another time
I don't know what you'll say when you see me
I don't know if you'll remember my eyes
I let go of the drugs
But I couldn't forget about us
My armours up more than ever
Cause I have no one to protect me now
I moved away to the coast
Tried to find some calmness in the waves
I still sit in bed for hours
Wondering if your life's better without me
Chorus
You couldn't handle the pressure
Of walking in my shoes
And when it came down to it
I guess you had nothing to lose
(Except me. Except me.)
You're so stuck in your ways
Why the **** did I think you'd change?
I guess I need to grow some spine
To get you off my mind.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
Did more than just flip the script
Threw it in the fire
Watched it burn
Told you I was down
To sing a brand new song
Hoped yall were willing to come along
All those dark thoughts
Watched them circle the drain
When I washed them away
And every inch of me has been cleaned
Prayers under starlit skies
Now I've pieced together this life
I'm ready to start again
Postive vibes, clearer mind
this life I'm living is finally mine
I'm happier now
dug out all the doubt
Feeling confident
in the decisions, I'm making
stopped all my body parts failing
My heart was shattered
and maybe it'll never truly be the same
But the blood is still pumping
Yeah it is still running
With a little care,
these emotions that were
locked here in my chest
Have been set free
And now that I can just be me
I know I'm right where I need to be
Living this life happily
Deserted wastelands
a mere memory for me
Try not to take too much time
Reminiscing of darker days
I find my self-basking in positive rays
The sunlight shines on my face
Feel the warmth in the form of a wave
The heat that hits my skin
Heats me up within
Where holes in my soul once laid
The stitched up scars now faded
I've been rejuvenated
The torment that taunted me inside
I've erased it
Memories cleared for new images
Now a rebooted system
Refreshed, I'm ready for new heights
I'm ready for new moments
To be captured through these eyes
Thinking all these positive thoughts
Now I can share all that I've been taught
All those battles I'd fought
now on display
In this museum filled with words
These are all the things I've learned
What it took to get here was earned
And well deserved
I'm happier now
dug out all the doubt
Feeling confident
in the decisions, I'm making
stopped all my body parts failing
My heart was shattered
and maybe it'll never truly be the same
But the blood is still pumping
Yeah it is still running
With a little care,
these emotions that were
locked here in my chest
Have been set free
And now that I can just be me
I know I'm right where I need to be
Living this life happily
Cut everyone off
That was dragging me down
Less negativity in my life now
Sure it was a little lonely
But I found the ones that truly cared
And with a little help
They raised me up
To this place, this feels like home
Comfortable in this skin, I've been gifted
Only reminiscing about the times
That truly made me smile
Childhood friends,
Achievements that made me proud
And I've been writing better than ever
I can't be thrown from my throne
Got my rightful crown on
Armours strong, demons are gone.
I'm happier now
dug out all the doubt
Feeling confident
in the decisions, I'm making
stopped all my body parts failing
My heart was shattered
and maybe it'll never truly be the same
But the blood is still pumping
Yeah it is still running
With a little care,
these emotions that were
locked here in my chest
Have been set free
And now that I can just be me
I know I'm right where I need to be
Living this life happily
©2018 Written By Benji James
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
Our advice is loose a few pounds
You're too round, they said
They frowned and drowned your silhouette
We'll kick you to the ground
Our advice is take up less space
Women with grace should know their place
You're a disgrace
A women should not leave a trace,
For this is a mans place
Our advice is speak less
Your opinions are too excess
Just go fix your dress
You have men to impress
Don't depress them with your free thoughts
Our advice is cater to your surroundings
These stings of femininity are your duty
But you see you cannot flee
They key to your freedom
Hangs around the neck of ****
Beaten till you're numb
Look what I've become
Come come, look what you've made us do
Beat you till you're blue, because you flew
My advice is, crush the bones of your oppressors
Put on your armours, grab your spurs
Smash the words of your oppressors
You deserve answers not slurs
My advice is gracefully place your furs on your throne, built of their souls
Throw away their scrolls into the coals
Admire the fire within your porcelain chest
And create a bonfire for the blessed
Their advice is done, you are no longer their nun
Now teach these to your son
Or he may too be, thrown into the sun.
-CP.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
The girl i like ...
is beutiful ..
Like a motorbike..
But not Ducati...
She moving softly
Like a motorbike
But not Yamaha .
Neither Harley...
She is more like
British bike.
Triumph ..
I like her sound.
I like her shiny armours..
And ride..???
Ooo...what a ride..
Smooth and silky..
And..what a bike..
God... is beutiful and shiny..
I know
she maybe like the man ..
The rider ..
Her own
Dark ...
Ghost rider..
Maybe ..?
Me.?
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
I have scars and bruises
in places where you'd have to
know me better to notice them.
On the corners of my heart,
in the ridges of my body,
fuelled by my dark thoughts,
engulfed deep into my soul,
they are all here.
They are very different,
as you might see,
because all of them are really
close to who i am;
every atoms of me,
and
every time I love too deeply,
or care too much,
too clingy, you know,
they re-bruise
and re-open.
Some people just know why
i always have so much armours in me
and dress up in colours
to bandage them up,
and it terrifies me
no matter how much i told them,
they are just
passing by.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
I'll change
Everything I am,
Everything I was.
And my turn has come
The armour is set
The orders are done
The "game" now is on !
The battles have begun
Jaaved'aani jaan'aejaan
Don't yawn back to sleep
Post Renaissance
Go !
No holding on to root
Which hinders that pursuit
No plunders, wars,or loots
No rapes and guns
No violence or those
Tease or Boo's or hoot !
Change !
Everything that's bad
All children who'r sad
All oldies ,goldies ,mad !
No touching, judging, ********
To the nuts who're simply glad
For
the time has come ,
The armours is set
And the orders are done
The "game" now is on
the battles have begun .
Change !
Change !
I'll change
Everything I am .
Everything I was !
Change .
-Gautam vasisth
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
In the crisp of morning, does edge of rest approach. For in the tents of great men do the warriors awaken in preparation for battle.
Sharpening their swords, fortifying their shields, girding their spears and dawning their armours - a crest for honour. Though amid the steadiness, do they await the word of their beloved monach.
"Sar-Shalom!" be the cries heard, echoeing upon the voices of the wind. Reaching even beyond the battlefields. The name of the monach, adored by the great men, anticipating the words to come.
Alas, wisdom comes on the voice of the wind: "In the vallies, will you victories come". Bewildered they stood, asking themselves "why?" But, their monach adorned in their love does their loyalty stand.
So, to the vallies do they march. Upon the word do they stand, anticipation honoured by their trust. For a hard battle will they fight, yet a grand victory will they know - a relief from their beloved.
From the peaks do they descend, and to the vallies do they arrive. The battlefield marked for honour by their seeing eyes;
Unsheathing are they ready, for the accusers come - but unexpecting are they, for the assurance declared in the meeting of blades.
The divines surrounding their accusers, is the battle endorsed for the victors. As they cut down even their final Goliaths. In the praises given up on the voices of the wind, does Sar-Shalom hear the chants - His great men, now the victories of Eden.
Now the journey do they cherish, in returning to their home. The tents of great men, now victories on the heights. What more shall be done? But to sing in glee. For the enemies borders are lost in the restoring victory.
Their wounds shall heal, and bruises shall fade, but the songs of glee shall ring out through time, eternal;
Oh, the voices of the winds chant forever "Victory in the Vallies!"
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
Every night I go to bed
full of grief; I feel so dead
the battle starts
within my heart
On the bed here I lie
with every beat I nearly die
my heart set up a race
& my mind to you, it chase
With the darkness getting dark
my heart is set at a fiercy spark
with lame mind and watery(crying) eye
every night I nearly die
I can feel every drop of my blood
with your thought my imaginations flood
our talks and our encounters
brings me a great disaster
I want you to hug me tight
& bring me back from this fight
the battle in which I'm already defeat
with my armours down I'm at your feet!!!
on the bed here I lie
and that's how everyday I die¡¡¡
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
So there is this little jasmine
stolen by the wind
Away it soars with every gush
of blue
And shawls tease their women red
As foliage wingless flees, flees—
Litter and puppies down for a race
I have not been here before
Within these
swaying trees and woollen grounds
Yet I have—
Something smiles
but I cannot fathom where
My paw prints
etched upon every street
I am a stranger to this town
Its soft folks and gentle turns
Then the jasmine
giggles over winking waters
I reckon these smug faced clouds
kiss more than they tell
But I cannot assure
They have cooked up a charming brew
And I see, just in time, them pearls
and their shimmering armours
Tripping over,
And running over
—how very charming, indeed
embracing us with their lively touch
They laugh all around
And scare our dusty shadows away
I have wandered around
the notes of this song
—Wandered restless
Yet only now do I slumber
Only now do I hear—
the flirty gusts with their vivacious fingers
I am a fox
a squirrel, a wolf, an orange cat
a jasmine
Stolen by the wind
Plucked from a hollow branch,
deprived of my clawing bed
I tread through the beaming verses
of this obsolete ballad—
Tentative touches of those tipsy tulips
I’ve heard the tales
of their euphoria before
Much I had learned
back in my leafless den
But the grasses are golden here
and not at all deceptive
They yield lovingly around me
And how could the sparrows not chatter?
in my felicity
Wonder what’s making me cry
A pack of wolves
romps in my chest
the full moon of my heart
weeps, weeps, weeps
It is beautiful here
shops only whisper
and vehicles are patient
I’ve lurked at the edges of this poem
Yet only now do I fall
It is beautiful here
I am an owl, a rabbit,
a dolphin, an orange cat
a jasmine stolen
by the peachy yonder
I flutter my petals
over the freshly bathed meadows
In this vacant ember of my self
Moths lie contant,
and the trapped flame
shivers, shivers, shivers
— I cannot fathom
where, but
it is beautiful here
—
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 5:14 AM UTC
lets build tree houses
and blanket dens
forts to be reckoned with
no one will infiltrate our
dreams
beneath these woven armours
dusk to dawn warriors
duelling with the notion of infinity
playful glances
and
everything i never said
my body already knows
way before my mind can read the cues
to connect on a level such as this
is rarer than July snow
and surely just as beautiful
he holds my face
cradling softly to meet his gaze
thumb and forefinger the lightest vice
but
i know these hands could never break me
intimacy is not something to be explained so readily
or easily
it should be
bittersweet raw honesty
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
lets build tree houses
and blanket dens
forts to be reckoned with
no one will infiltrate our
dreams
beneath these woven armours
dusk to dawn warriors
duelling with the notion of infinity
playful glances
and
everything i never said
my body already knows
way before my mind can read the cues
to connect on a level such as this
is rarer than july snow
and surely just as beautiful
he holds my face
cradling softly to meet his gaze
thumb and forefinger the lightest vice
but
i know these hands could never break me
intimacy is not something to be explained so readily
or easily
it should be
bittersweet raw honesty
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
If only I knew how to mold bricks out of lone
I’d build you a house
And paint it with flowers
That mimic the colourless
hues of your gaze
Leaves, I’d tie to stooping fingers
Of our barren talks
Fruits with moonlight in their stout tummies
your chapped lips
They envy the sweetness of
Do you know?
(Too bold a flattery, you say—
Dare me then; dare you)
Gentle I’d go
Show them the tree
And they’d make their nests
In its laden boughs
A crown on your head
Weaved out of patience
I’d softly place
If only I knew a way past this barricade
That together we built
A thousand years ago
I’d be a flock of wild geese
Guiding you out
Oh, my fluttering wings
Calmed in the sky’s blue embrace
I’d soar around in winters cruel
I’d watch and watch
The edges of our land
A bed I’d carve
Out of roses and dawns
Hang up my rivers
By the glass windows shivering in our storm
Oh, there is a kingdom
I would like to save
A bunch of bluebirds, and a quiet queen
The slender moon far, far away
If only I knew
A melody strong enough
To cure this aching rebellion
Oh, if I did! If I—
I watched, and watched the shores
Of our land
No ships came with their armours ready
Your own bluebirds,
They fight now the flowers
They ravage the fruits
If only I had a drop of divinity
Sulking somewhere inside me
I’d banish their light souls
Out of their bodies
But bluebirds,
Are pretty
And so is the mayhem
And so is silence,
And you aridity
Lurk at a distance,
I know not
What to build out of this lone
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
Dear daisy
sorry I have been so lazy to write to you,
you have the right to know,
training has been intense,
with little time to rest,
the war and it unrest
has left us with little time to connect,
I miss those hours,
we hung around the beach,
as we fish in the middle of the sea,
we are moving to Afghanistan,
to settle the crisis,
nicely,
I will be back by may,
maybe when peace has rein,
I have a confession to make,
hope it won't cause you an heartbreak,
I shot a kid at the lake,
the other day we went on a mission,
to there region,
he couldn't take the pain of death,
as every breath of his,
was his last release,
he was harmless,
and I got armours,
now my conscience,
is wailing in unrest,
I just want you to know,
I will arrive by noon sometime soon,
pray for me so I see the moon,
cause my enemies within,
are planning a coup.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
Look who just went
and broke my heart
All over again
Luckily this time I was prepared
Pen in hand, armours marked
But I'm not dead
Of all the lies
that I've been fed
I think yours have been the best
And I don't know what to believe
All those words that
come out of your mouth
I still can't ******* figure you out
There's no finding our way back
To what we were now
You can hit me with
I've never had you
But you've never had me too
So I'm giving my heart
To a girl that's just not you
Sick of having my heart
Thrown to the floor
This just ended like before
Except for this time
I'm the one walking
Out of that door, Yep!
Should mark my album with your name
Nah I'm just going to turn the page
You and I
Are never going to be the same
Don't come running back to me again
I'm a whole lot of over this
Nope you can't fix this
No, no girl, I don't want your kiss
You can't fix this,
You can't fix this
Ouch, ouch,
Wait, did you just say
I'm the one who doesn't care?
I'm pretty sure
I'm the only one
Of the two of us
Who even cared at all,
You were always looking for a way
To push me away
Then you'll realise what you did
And I'm always stupid and forgive
But this is it, I've had enough
Of this one-way street love
You can hit me with
I've never had you
But you've never had me too
So I'm giving my heart
To a girl that's just not you
Sick of having my heart
Thrown to the floor
This just ended like before
Except for this time
I'm the one walking
Out of that door, Yep!
Should mark my album with your name
Nah I'm just going to turn the page
You and I
Are never going to be the same
Don't come running back to me again
I'm a whole lot of over this
Nope you can't fix this
No, no girl, I don't want your kiss
You can't fix this,
You can't fix this
Been sitting here thinking
Maybe I'm wrong,
Just kidding, I'm not
Are you getting frustrated
With this whole situation?
Back and forth in your head
Can't make decisions all over again
I don't need you, I don't need this
All I need is a number one hit
And I really think
that this might be it
And I'm smiling through my teeth
Can you see, can you see me?
I'm not trying to attention seek
Oh stop it, please
You can hit me with
I've never had you
But you've never had me too
So I'm giving my heart
To a girl that's just not you
Sick of having my heart
Thrown to the floor
This just ended like before
Except for this time
I'm the one walking
Out of that door, Yep!
Should mark my album with your name
Nah I'm just going to turn the page
You and I
Are never going to be the same
Don't come running back to me again
I'm a whole lot of over this
Nope you can't fix this
No, no girl, I don't want your kiss
You can't fix this,
You can't fix this
©2017 Written By Benji James
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 4:11 AM UTC
A bartered dark
of full shone armours
gallowed brooks in
shins of alder
trod the clays of stilted copse
that crest the low slung chestnut rides
To inglenooks of scuttled hamlets
strung in river- maiden's hair ,
a haven for the last ascendant
flinted from the steeping turf.
A subtle art of arcane movement
starboard cupped
in stone- pocked pewter
sparks the grailed pain
of foxes harrowed
in that sudden wood.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC