"asgard" poems
Loudly it sounded,
The horns message clear,
The gods had been warned,
The giants were near.
From Jotunheim to Midgard
To Asgard they came,
Their intent was clear,
Their purpose the same.
Loudly they shouted,
They yelled, and they raged,
The gods and the giants
Were battle engaged.
Thor with his hammer
and Vidar with shoe,
One would think battle
Was all that they knew.
Tyr with one hand
And Frey with no sword,
They should have stayed back,
But of their own accord
Into battle they leapt,
Into battle they ran,
Against the giants
To make their stand.
The moon and the sun,
Luna and Sol,
Went into the bellies
of Hati and Skoll.
Tidal waves crashed
all over the world,
Out of the oceans came
The serpent of Midgard.
Thor ran at the beast,
The great Fenrir Wolf,
But he was soon
In snakes coils engulfed.
Thor pounded away,
He hammered the snake,
But he did no damage,
No dent did he make.
The great Fenrir Wolf
Rushed at Odin,
The god stabbed with his spear,
But the great wolf did win.
Vidar rushed at the beast
With his big heavy shoe,
Kicked in the jaw,
The Fenrir Wolf flew
Away from the battle,
away from the fray,
In the depths of space
The Fenrir Wolf stays.
The gods and the giants,
The battle they fought,
And in the end
it was all for naught.
They destroyed each other,
Each and every one,
And out of the darkness
Came a new sun.
In the sun’s warmth,
A great green was spread,
The great land had died,
And was back from the dead.
Two gods were left,
The young sons of Thor,
They were spared because
they were good and pure.
The gods met with two humans
Who had lived through the strife,
And together they planned
a new and better life.
And for this reason,
The Norse people say,
The gods stay in Asgard
To this very day.
But if in the future
The giants attack,
The gods will come to Midgard,
And they will attack.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
Seeing we never found gay fairyland
(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon
For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned;
Nor ever unto Mecca caravanned;
Nor bugled Asgard, skilled in magic rune;
Nor yearned for far Nirvana, the sweet swoon,
And from high Paradise are cursed and banned;
-Let's die home, ferry across the Channel! Thus
Shall we live gods there. Death shall be no sev'rance.
Weary cathedrals light new shrines for us.
To us, rough knees of boys shall ache with rev'rence.
Are not girls' ******* a clear, strong Acropole?
-There our oun mothers' tears shall heal us whole
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We plyed our oars as we sweeped across the surf,
our ships skimming the water with ease,
we seized towns, plundered fishing ports, sacked cities,
we worshipped the great Odin, in his hall in Asgard,
All for what?
We did this, so we might go to Valhalla, the last revelry.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
To the gods of the north, I pray
And raise my cup for the fallen ones
Then I cry
In Valhalla they'll sing
Rain
Red blood keeps pouring down
Come Valkyries, join me on that final ride
Here I lie bleeding
Odin, I await thee
The battle rages on
New lines they're weaving
The future, the past and the present
They're one
They will reveal their mask
To show me a way to survive
This bitter war
Soon it will be over
He will be the one
We'll weave in
And terror will now rule these lands
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
Destiny
A spinning wheel
The path of glory
Round and round
come join us
On your final ride to Asgard
Let's move on fast
Allfather waits
So let's heed the final call
For now
We leave this world behind
It's over
All glory to the brave
Still blood will rain
Through storm and fire
Let war winds reign
It's the feast for the crows
Follow the light
Just follow the light
Or fade away
Soon it will be over
He will be the one
We'll weave in
and terror will now rule these lands
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
We'll keep on weaving
We're crushing through lines
With our battering swords
We're marching on
Assign the brave
To survive
This bitter war
Soon it will be over
He will be the one
We'll weave in
And terror will now rule these lands
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
We'll heed the final call
A call to arms
The Valkyries will guide us home
The finally I hear them say
Carry on
For Valhalla awaits you
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
i've always wanted to apply for CSSSA,
but i'm too scared the rejection letter
will be the future shades of senior year
when i finally hear back from the mailman
who took my essays a year ago,
all bundled up in pre-approved envelopes,
stamped, addressed, received, thrown aside.
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but that's not for two years,
so i don't know why i'm worried.
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i've always wanted to do something,
not make something of myself,
even though the verb is the same in
spanish, with a reflexive difference.
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in regard to this, a wise twenty-something (contradictory)
once told me to let myself feel instead of worrying so much:
"to put it less eloquently, feelings are like **** FEEL 'EM."
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apparently i haven't felt in eight months.
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so maybe in compensation,
i will apply to CSSSA,
though the deadline is the 28th,
and the assigned portfolio demands
an utter lack of procrastination--
not my strong suit, you could say,
as a month of homework is still
sleeping in my bed.
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**** it's all due tuesday.
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also, while walking home
i saw a norse god namesake
on a balcony-asgard, wreathed
in the byproduct of his last smoke,
and somehow, despite my inability
to feel, that just made me so sad.
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
We broke the silence of the night
To see the gates of Asgard open
Valkyries fill this ****** battlefield
I see your eyes, I felt the pain, you are crying
I wish to hold your hand forever
As I put down my sword, and lay down my armor
I felt the rain on my face; I see the thunders of Thor
I knelt down, my broken soul had surrendered
I wished not to be chosen, wishing to be forever by your side
I know you feel the same, but not even Freyja could hear our plea
Not even Odin can bring you to Asgard with me
I felt my heart stopping, but it still hopes to sing your name
I hold your hand; you’re still wearing my ring
Valhalla waits as you stare at me with grief
Goodbye, we’ve fallen, I never wanted to leave
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
We broke the silence of the night
To see the gates of Asgard open
Valkyries fill this ****** battlefield
I see your eyes, I felt the pain, you are crying
I wish to hold your hand forever
As I put down my sword, and lay down my armor
I felt the rain on my face; I see the thunders of Thor
I knelt down, my broken soul had surrendered
I wished not to be chosen, wishing to be forever by your side
I know you feel the same, but not even Freyja could hear our plea
Not even Odin can bring you to Asgard with me
I felt my heart stopping, but it still hopes to sing your name
I hold your hand; you’re still wearing my ring
Valhalla waits as you stare at me with grief
Goodbye, we’ve fallen, I never wanted to leave
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
You said I was Alaska- its true
But I'm not gonna crash that car.
I replied 'then you're the Colonel'
And you're much better- by far.
You always said you were Lennie
And this I was George- the clever one.
But I am the fool and you are the brighter,
You'll be around when I'm gone.
You always thought you were Ron
And me Hermione- I guess so.
But then who's Harry- *** we're not gonna marry
It's you- you are the hero.
I reckon I'm Eragon- the wanna be warrior
With a lot to learn.
But I've Saphira by my side
Level-headed fun and stern.
I'm Frodo- I keep going,
But weakness roots in my heart
In you I have found my Sam,
Won't let me fall back to the start.
Asterix the bright and clever-
Always knows what to do.
I follow- a faithful Obelix,
I'll always look to you.
And if I am truly Odin then you are Asgard itself.
How many other ways can I describe our friendship?
Your are Peter the rock-
And I am Thomas the doubter.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
It was dark past seeing....his pupils like cavernous maw,could find not one glimmer..one chard of light in Asgard's canope.
Like a strand of golden hair, lonley comet broke the night and streaked the darkness, light years away long dead before a vision in his mind as he sat high in heavens perch a hammer
Rested on his knees.
Thunder rumbled
Years below
Quick light flashed
Above.
To fall to Earth once
More.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Flowing under winter
Is the warmth of a fading love
That once was on the surface
But now struggles to be shone
Cold hearts once bled red
Broken, they needed repair
Grey was too stiff for the aching heart
So blue was the color of the broken part
But Jotunheim and its giants can be melt
By the prowess of Asgard and its heroes
As the icy, depressive cover has formed
After the heart had been healed
So, many times passion becomes a fuel
To extinguish the fear of the person who never knows
And this gas perpetually ignites
And the water that once thawed the rime
Won’t remain covered, buried under ice
That is why love always resurfaces
With the heat of hope and will
Querying if the person the heart beats for
Doesn’t has her beating in sync, still
But like a snowflake, love falls in pieces
To find a place to regrow, as fear overpowers the fuel
Where memory and reluctance troubles the loving soul
While life seems dull to his aching state, as time never ceases
My appreciation for her burns wild
Maybe its youth that feeds the flames
Or the personality bonded to her beautiful name
But, which is enough to love her, the air that I inhale
Will soon be few as I drown in the water, doubting if “we” will ever be true
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 8:59 AM UTC
Tis with a smile and high regards
I tell the tale of Thor son of Asgard
With a strong and a firm physique
But not much wit of to speak
Bore his mighty hammer Mjolnir
Almost on par with his father spear
The dangerous lance known as Gungnir
Thor smote monsters from far and near
Frost giants and the serpent Jormungadr
With hammer in hand he stomped and smash
Bone and flesh broke like brittle glass
Each battle was greater than the last
Etched in mythology for all who would ask
Now who beyond that could compare to
The mighty feats that Thor would do
Without the power of thunder and lightening
Another hero fell beasts just as frightening
Built like Thor with a similar mind
To crush and **** the beast of his time
Just like Thor he bore the curse
Of a strangely epic kind of birth
With so much to live up to
What was a demigod to do
For all his might he was tragic figure
Accidentally poisoned by his own lover Deianira
Shortly after completing his twelve deadly labors
Labors done in the name of sweet repentance
For the ****** of family he sought penitence
Still that is a tale that many know far too well
Thus I leave you this in comparison
Though I think they would have been good friends
Warriors till the brutal and ****** end
I wonder in a fight who would win
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
[and none are eternal]
with closed eyes
i fall
through 9 realms
putting on and taking off
my masks
when i walk alone
i walk in
Asgard
i walk in the belief
of my power
i walk on
the Bifröst
a golden guardian
at the gate
the dark world
is blue and grey
all that is wrong
is blue
and black
but i can walk
on the dark world
i can walk on Svartalfheim
because i am golden
i am strong
i have weapons
but Asgard is not eternal
i am not
eternal
and if you look close enough
even weapons
forged of steel
are simply
energy and space
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
Coastal mist and mountains blue as ache –
As ice crystals encase his heart
Shadows begin to flood the valleys below.
With shallow breaths he lays embraced by snows
Upon a glacial bed – its covers will enrobe him for millennia.
The merciful numbness comes with the fading of the day
Finally bringing heavy, failing eyes
And the mists rise further up the slopes
To meet the gathering cloud.
Rendered helpless by the thinned air
He pushed himself beyond the boundary of the human world
Seeking rebirth in a Norse Asgard,
To find instead an icy tomb.
At the end all is blue and white and grey
To sleep, is to embrace the mountain.
He becomes another protrusion between ice-encrusted peaks
A mystery for another time, waiting amid the snow.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
The Red Lights shine bright throughout the Halls of Asgard.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
-Dear God..
Can you hear my prayers..
Or will my words be swallowed in the snow..
I always feared suffering in your endless inferno..
I can almost hear the screams of the afterlife..
Torture is the ultimate cost of sin..
-To you..Mighty Zeus..I pray..
With trailes of blood and tears on my cheeks..
Your presence fills my lonely days..
Your crystal-draped whispers give me a hint of safety..
Hell is only temporary..eternal is Heaven..
Tartrus is the devine punishment..
To the ones who refuse submission..
And Hades..is the land of lost souls..
-Tell me..Great Odin..
Can you hear the agonized screams of your loyal slaves?
Can you see them waging wars in your name?
Raising the black flags of destruction?
Or are you too busy sipping your precious nectar?
Our silence is not the answer..
We shall ascend to your Asgard..We shall break your throne..
Remember..Great Odin..
Ragnarok approaches!
Divinity is only temporary..eternal is Valhallah..
And injustice is a sin..punishable by death..
-Forgive me..Amun-Ra
I fear the darkness that is you..
I kneel before your divine image..
I tremble at the sound of your voice..
Redeem me..of the evil that is you
From the wrath embracing my entity..
And reward me..with your resonating light..
Blood..is the cost of forgiveness..
-Dear God..hear me..
Whoever you are..
Whatever name you may hold..
I beseech your wisdom..
They see you in statues..in Heaven..in death..
I see you in the verses of the Bible..
The hymns of the angels..
The warmth of melody..
The scent of parchment..the softness of silk..
I see you in the parades of death..to our sacrificed martyrs..
I see you in her braids..her voice..
The dance we had..
You're the beats of my cold heart..
I ask no forgiveness..but I seek inception..
A chance to start over..
To fall in love once more..
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
Thor, god of thunder
Take your Mjolnir and defend me from my demons
As you defended Asgard
From Giants and all other evil
Swing your hammer at my eternal foe
May they die with your mighty swing
And I, who needn’t lay low anymore
Shall enjoy the blessings of the peaceful Spring
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 6:16 AM UTC
Seize me.
Cease me.
Sleepless fits,
Nightmare fuel, endless rain.
Grinding midnight bones,
Like a demonic epilepsy,
I am the sum of Pain.
Netherworld, Asgard, Helheim I have roamed,
Only to wait for you, from the Dreamscape,
To come home.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
Properly or improperly...connected,
Wired...or rewired,
Banded, disbanded or not,
Augmented in a virtual reality;
The world evolves from evening to morning,
With miracles every sunup,
Brilliant minds vending awesome,
Of things never before seen,
But are these...really?
The ancients, haven't they?
Surely extraterrestrial,
Bifrost, Valhalla... Asgard?
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
Exhaustion and cold is what I feel
As I climb the tree called Yggdrasil
From Midgard to Asgard, here I go
To visit Odin and learn what he knows
A prophecy of future that’s about to be
Covered in a shroud through which I cannot see
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 8:43 AM UTC
A myth from the stars,
With Mercury and Mars
Had a beginning and end.
Invented to mend,
A broken dream,
That’s bursting at the seam.
From Greece,
To Ireland.
From Rome,
To Iceland.
Myths stretch on and on.
Till the dawn,
To the end.
Myths will send,
A feeling of joy.
Back when people were barbaric,
And myths were generic.
Thor and Asgard ruled them all,
But set them up to fall.
For the day came of Armageddon.
The gods didn’t know where they were heading.
Most of them died and others ran away.
Who would have a say whether it’s real or not.
All fought,
And all lost.
Where everything was frost.
The world ended just so it could begin.
Are the myths real?
No one will know.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
Never once was the power just mine,
but the fellows and positivity of our oidins
realm that lingers before us.
The people of Asgard were the battery
that powered every aspect that battled
the insecurities of faulting races.
My sons thought that objects were there
strength, but it was always with the
confides of each other.
Power is within never externally pondering.
Within my last ventures my children will
find a strength that builds walls against
the onslaught of what collects against us.
Never falter my kin of old,
let us breath new life within the realms
that have lost hope, for lightening can strike twice.
"*When the hammer shall fall, even though broke
nothing shall waver the brotherhood forged*"
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
You were making the weather, I think
when you found me alone, all tethered in sinuous seaweeds
You had brought the sky inside with you.
What else could you do?
Damascus steel, your snarl
Hard, beautiful, sharp, distinct. An art.
You let the rain have your heart, for a moment, didn't you?
What else could you do?
Your footsteps are music that I can't quite hear
But your face is a season of songs--lyrics screamed at God.
Tear me from my torpor, please, no matter the violence.
What else could you do?
Distance means more than one thing, I suppose; and separation
Of land. Of daring. Of intent and of want.
List holy places and honey their names...
Eden, Asgard, Avalon,
Camelot, Elysium (Aluminum! Linoleum!)
I'd settle for Akron if you'd meet me there,
or Butte, even.
Your eyes buzz and hum or retreat and freeze over
and I? I follow their lead when I see them.
I can do nothing other.
Whenever I wander, I think of your shape
or the shape of your thinking.
I can do nothing other.
This, then, is a prayer now.
I pray with your name, which I'm always whispering.
I can do nothing other.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
It was in the basement
The place where greatness is made
Or where kids go to play games
And tell their parents their avatar is running
So it counts as exercise.
But it was the basement of a holy place.
Although something unholy was about to take place.
One of the kids challenged me to one-on-one.
It was like King of the Hill.
Except I was not King
This was not a Hill
But we had a basketball hoop.
And I accepted the challenge.
He went left.
I was still there.
He went right.
I was the shadow that refused to leave him.
He took a step forward
I took two steps to cut him off.
Then we looked at each other.
I was looking into what I never was
Speed I never had.
Dribble I never wanted.
Shot I never claimed.
He was viewing with horror at what he would inevitably be.
Defense he would need to have.
Basketball I.Q he would need to fall back on.
A mouth full of outdated punchlines he would still laugh at.
Older folk trying to prove that he could hang with the youth.
He jumped.
And I readied myself
And jumped as high as I could.
Almost as high as I did in my youth
I can’t remember jumping this high.
This height is uncomfortable.
But if I could time it right.
I got my hand on the ball.
Silly youth, showing the ball early.
But we bumped into each other.
And I started to go down.
Mount Olympus has been overthrown.
Asgard has been overwhelmed.
There is no wall for Humpty-Dumpty to fall off of.
Because the King himself has tumbled from the hill.
I came down and the ball flew over my hand.
But he came down on two feet.
Stunned.
This was not the last time he would be blocked
But this was the last time I was blocking him.
I decided to retire right there.
Next time we play ball we can shoot basketballs into undersized hoops.
Because I am sure my shot is still there.
While his is yet to be developed.
And I don’t have to worry about being put on my backside.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
lieve me say you know
nothing of the way things work, as elements of all
things
working together,
y'know,
As God, in Asgard, possibly dependent on
POV
he, God Almighty.
speaks, he says,
shhhh,
wait here and see.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC