"kratos" poems
Yesterday was not a fun day.
I saved the (my) world
but not the princess
She's on a different planet
Trapped in another castle.
Waiting for me
To fight my way through
Every demon that's ever
been in our way.
And I do promise,
that I'll break those shackles free.
I may not be your modern day Mario
but there's no Bowser this time -
I wouldn't be scared if there was.
Because; Zelda. Meet your Link
The Master-sword on my back means
There's no challenge I won't accept.
That I won't over-come.
Yes, she might be an angel
Sent down the heavens.
But me? I am Kratos.
The God of War.
So you can bet your ***
I will destroy every thing
In my path towards her,
and nothing will stop me.
She doesn't even know she's a princess
It's your classic tale.
*Yet I wouldn't have it any other way,
Meet your knight in shining armor.*
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
“But my chief argument in defence of **** An-shih is that…
he retired from the Court decisively, ignored all recalls, and
took to the mountains to write poetry of no political
significance whatever.”
– David Warren on the poet-philosopher **** An-Shih
Recusancy is not pious quietism;
In silence it is a brave voice withdrawn
From pompous Kratos’ halls of treachery
From screaming Demos’ marketplace of noise
And up into the silent hills to save
Something of civilization, to sing
Matins among the mountain mists, to write
A page in praise of Creation, to live -
Recusancy is not quietism at all;
It is a firm rebuke to tyranny
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
Sit back, relax, these cravings make this couch feel like rehab
out of reach of my stash, feel like I'm crashin' but I already crashed
been here since work an' I can't feel my feet, crap!
Sit up, and remember everything that you tried to keep from thinkin' of
your account, the amount, dropping like doves
in these times of war, no heroes just ****** nerdin' out on the game of life
trying step it up on the score boards, tryin' ta live like lords in this world
that has no law, why not be an outlaw, tough cuffed, straight jaw
dealin' out pain like a war god, Kratos, dime bags is small tomatos
when you could push yayo, one call to my man and I could get a crateful.
****** if I ain't a salesman, slanging nuns chewy doobies on the side, call me satan
and I'm the king of this world, it's hell, try escapin', I could have it
in the palm a' my hand if I made a move but then I gotta choose, play my luck
trust my ******* gut to keep from getting cut, like it's my only homie but he only knows
me cause I was pushing dro with the stonies.
I don't want a knife in my back, a run in with the feds or getting popped by the caps
tryin' ta dodge traps laid by cats that is jealous of my stacks,
I want a paradise where we all make racks, blast our music, blaze it fat, and all rap
sleep with both eyes closed, no need to watch our back,
too bad we were born in a world ruled by cash,
ain't never gonna have a globe like that...
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
i spur with emotions, drinkin lots potions feeelin nautious yet still hopin,to come out this truth i cant stomach like vommit.
sick with the love bites im scratchin, feeling whats left of my heart, a fraction, my souls is cracked in, sea beast that dwells deep like the crackin,
my actions seem to hold no bounds,snortin pounds,
i keep gettin chained up like kratos, getting chased by hell hounds,
go around my mind, youll see a fault, of my own,
cant stand myself **** ***** im all alone
im pintched tight between **** i dont like,
i choose to be!! only me myslef and I be
dealin with drama , thats takin heavy not lightly.
just a thougth i always ponder.. to creek and somber,
into a sleep were river flows deep like my mind,and conscious.
i fight daily, mind body nd soul, im lossin myself im no longer a whole, ima shell of what i used to be, fill me up with slug, thats all i wish well...that you can recite as my eulogy..
BY: Emmanuel Jv Hernandez
5/23/14
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
Shooting a premature dream
Within diapers,
Never stressingout,
But I remember feeling,
Left behind like a stepchild
Thy were not feeling me then
But I'm a threat now to thee
Right afterwards feeling like Kratos
Now stand up tall and fe/male up.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
Cold, savory, watery, long nights, blah blah blah
do one and then eagle, eagle it out, extended body, proud body, better body,
spread, spread like can't believe it
ate late te ca tate
savor with character, meaning don't drink and drive
beer, cold, beer, yes
man, beer, cold, stoic, stone
battered, battled, tender living for, dying for, kratos and all of his gore
beers one hell of a ***** loving it more, confident and barley off limit
drink at 16, away with questions
Questions quietly dissipate, questions fly out door, drink given by gods for celebrate, sadness, sigh,
some do do do some don't don't don't then make group AA why why sway sway more more support support spokes spokes can't quite nicotine quit no smote mote vote, find given god chance
some go until the end of time, merry, fat, fine
beer, lovely, bubbly, headache, heartache, attack!! woah, take it back
Guiness with eggs at breakfast
pale ale with serious males
cider with lovers
gin for expression
whiskey for metal
wine for Bukowski, God **** his beauty, soul, **** ****
Heineken for pretentious men
One more, again
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
A serpentine chisels paranoia into the soul,
A plaque of distrust, sculptures of fear,
A wicked work of art as it takes control
O sordid Oizys, of you speaks an urbane seer!
Through his teeth emerges your ambition,
Aspiration of which in repulse I jeer
With dark power, you summon serpents, terror is their mission
With fangs of dismay, they bite the throat,
And the venom sows the poisons of suspicion
Hark! Goddess of anguish, the victims arise with antidote!
Guidance of the trained, support of the friend
No longer, in their tormented cries, shall you gloat
By the sword of Kratos, your bones shall break and bend
Your victims rise, determined are they for fears to cease
Their rage shall be your glorious end
A spectacle it shall be, from fear a sweet release
The terror will no longer control minds
Finally, the tormented shall be at peace!
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
the Gods feared them
and now no can remember them
Kratos rode on one in god of war
but that world was torn
giant beings of the earth
long forgotten in the worlds turn
but now a different people have taken the name
and have replaced what was filled with shame
the are black and white
and together they fight as one
as a team none
stand against these men
The Gods fell because of this name
and still fear it because of the fame it has
but it seems that time has passed
who remembers that name
whose mind
will rewind time
to something ancient
to remember something in lost stasis
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
Kratos the King, keenly kept the Kingdom of Kittens,
Katerina was his Kween, his Khaleesi,
Kindheartedly he kindled her,
Katerina was kind and knowledgeable,
Yet Katerina kindled no kittens for the King,
Kratos, who was keen for kids.
Knuckles was a knight, keen and klutzy,
Knuckles kept the killing knife,
He kept knaves from the King’s Kingdom.
Kiska kept the kitchen.
Kawaii and krasiva was Kiska.
Knuckles kindled her, kindheartedly, as she was his kin.
Karma kindled kindly in the Kingdom,
Kinetic kaleidoscopic karma,
Kindred karma of kindness,
Karma knotted in kinesis,
***** karma,
Kooky karma -
Knocked-out the karmic kismet:
Kratos kissed Kiska.
…
Katerina knew Kiska was knocked-up,
Kindlessly she kneaded killing karma, and,
Knowingly knocked Knuckles into knowing:
Kiska his kin, keyed kingly by Kratos!
“Knave! Klepto! Kin of the kennel!”
Knuckles kicked-off at Kratos.
“Katerina! Thou know-it-all Karen!”
“Kiska is no kink to me!”
“Knowst me kempt and kosher!”
Kratos knew he was kaput.
The Knight kicked the King, killingly,
Kicked and kept kicking.
Kratos kneeled, knackered,
Knocked down,
He knew, the killing knife was,
Kinda a kindness…
Knowing the knockout,
Knuckles killed the King!
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
Cosmos was filled with beauty
darkness welcomed their light with weal
and so Uranides, Oceanides, Goddesses of old
took a place in the unending void
and sat to thrones made of starlight
giving place to children of their own.
Asteria daughter of Coeus and Phoebe. Goddess of
shooting stars and as one of them fell to the ocean
creating the island of Delos.
Leto sister of Asteria mother of Apollon and Artemis
motherhood and light were her gifts.
Hecate the witch the bearer of torches daughter of Asteria and Perses.
Eurybia master of the seas daughter of Pontus and Gaea herself.
Wife of Crius and mother of Astraeus, Perses and Pallas.
Eurynome the Oceanid a goddess of the sea, daughter of Oceanus and Tethys, mother of the three Charites of grace.
The one of those who nursed Hephestus.
Metis sister of Eurynome goddess of wisdom and deep thought,
mother of Athena, still bearing a child that could
overthrow Zeus himself.
Styx the third sister of Eurynome an Oceanid goddess of
the underworld river. Wife of Pallas and mother
to Zelus,Nike,Kratos and Bia.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
It's been a while since a wrote poem check my ozem stronger the better better get ya sweater
Cuz I drop knowledge like a shot from berettes knock out vendetta
Who gotta problem with the way I get cheddar
Use wisdom as a daily bread watch for the chickenheads enemies families and fake ****** who said
I couldn't make it now they wanna take it
My ends *** they see me in a diesel benz make no amends put an end to your frontin' no need for stuntin'
I show you my real motives I delegate high explosive til ya empire becomes corrosive the most magnificence since. Made my earthly presence hataz get in hesitant
I told you don't ever go over my head
Pesci lyrical michete better be ready coming gritty in the cities
Watch for the kitties showin' the ******* wearin' the mini's
Skirt don't let my feelings get hurt close to dirt
I'll be buried six feet of tears take a fleet with my peers
Underworld just waiting for me to be crown kratos of the town surround
Me back on my throne retaining all my royalties hidden in concealed tomes
Suckas better guard they melon ain't no tellin' where your soul'll be dwellin' made a rebel from a felon
Light-year birth made heads hurt bodies get ******
From the tommies puttin' in work blood on your shirt
Told you we takin' over mas victory like Nike despite enemies that might be
Close to me I whistle the crossroads angels appear and fold
Goetia laid the toll let my soul unfold show you how I turn pendejo to putos
Only roll autos never see me at the stripper poles that for weak bros watch for the brascos that wanna get me lassoed be the undercover Luciano make you sing saprano if you don't know your role mold the game
Into a perfection from a selection of my rhythmic injection
Nerves I'm still stretchin' cease me never
I'll continue my pressin'
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
Shedding skin as and treading water.
Lucid dreams of my miscarried daughter.
Miscarry-on my wayward son,
i stumbled on and off the path,
the wayward one.
but that's a misnomer,
the division I felt towards the end of midsummer,
Its just that some of my steps were misnumbered,
Im thinking less or feelin more, just feel..numb-er,
Relapse, from my preparation anxiety,
Its tearing me apart..
and im tearing up from the perforations inside of me,
I need some separation,
Im beside myself.
I need a different interpretation,
I despise..myself.
Dyin is easy but see living is the hard part,
Been that way since I learned to read rainbows,
Since Arthur was aardvark,
I feel like the Black Kratos,
My thoughts was all dark,
Needed armor for my karma,
Im a poor mans Tony Stark,
Had to build myself up,
Stepped on my own legos,
Had built up aggression,
On me it had a negative effect on,
I needed to let go and i was often ****** off,
and was tired of getting ****** on.
But the urination proved to be useful,
The kidney stones of my past, had passed-
that pain don't hurt like it used to,
This irrigation was aggravating but we all going through some ****
Just try and focus on the **** you do do,
Been down bad,
Been living out a bag,
Some celestial colostomy - some vibration voodo,
I use my that so raven complex-
to guide me through this conquest,
I can try and explain this concept,
But its hard to take it outta context....
Nov 6, 2023
Nov 6, 2023 at 2:29 PM UTC
I am haunted
God’s scaffolding spinning space
into constellations
The skeleton’s mock trial
Of the soul
Molecules molecules molecules
All dreadnoughts and black holes
The poet at the pulpit
His flesh and hair, fine fuels
Scripture as song, COMBUSTION
Spiraling galaxies locomotive The Duel
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
. Democracy
if you are an illiterate
a half wit or gay
if you’re criminal
female or a stray
if you're Black or
a Jew or don’t pray
Once in four you can
have your say
Pens and paper
supplied on the day
Your vote means
it’s just a display.
Jun 28, 2023
Jun 28, 2023 at 11:53 AM UTC