"leonidas" poems
In the year 480 B.C., King Leonidas of Sparta lead 300 Spartan soldiers to the mountain pass of Thermopylae. They came face to face with over 200,000 Persians under King Xerxes of the great Persian Empire,
whose archers so multiple, their arrows blocked out the sun.
Bravely the Spartans fought, with no thought of surrender.
After three days of brutal fighting, tens of thousands of Persians lay dead,
yet the Spartans still remain. Then a local resident becomes a traitor, revealing to the Persians a mountain path that lead behind Greek lines. Surrounded, Leonidas sends Greek soldiers back to Sparta to tell of a great victory, that he knew would never be. Valiantly the Spartans stand by their king, and fight to the death. So today, even though the Greeks lost the battle, it is better known for the bravery of a Spartan king and his 300 soldiers.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
The battle was imminent.
The forces were joined.
No longer was time standing idle.
Outnumber and ******
by 100 to 1,
the Spartans stood fervid and vital.
The Greeks were united,
though the Spartans alone
were the ones charged with their protection.
At Thermopylae pass,
300 men stood
together in imperfect perfection.
"Surrender your arms"
King Xerxes demanded,
"Surrender, and let the Persians betake them."
Leonidas replied "Molon Labe!" my foe,
"If you want them, then you come and take them."
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
What was it like?
The fight?
Well I’d say it was like…
Eowyn valiantly facing off with the Witch King
It was like Obi Wan flinging droids around with the flick of his hand
It was like saying “Hi” to Scarface’s friends
It was like the feeling Shrek got when he saved Fiona
It was like the moment when we first realize Scar will betray Mufasa
It was like watching the Joker toy with Batman’s head
It was like watching King Leonidas **** Persians in slow motion
It was like John McClane actually dying
It was like the green burst of light from Voldemort’s wand
It was like…
It was like…
It was like ******* off the Don on the day of his daughter’s wedding subsequently forcing the Don to leave a horse head in your bed.
Woah dude, that’s too far. The fight between Timmy and Johnny at recess was not like that.
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 4:41 PM UTC
some may say a man
with a beard
has something to hide
some may say a bearded man
is a lonely man
let me tell you a law
of the known universe
all great influential men
had beards
Consider this: The Soul is set aflame by the constant ruminations of the mind that venture beyond one’s stagnant self. This leads to great inspiration and ultimately inspiring others greatly.
so you see
only the bearded man can
transcend himself
List of Great Bearded Men: Frederick Douglas, Ulysses S. Grant, Ernest Hemingway, Jesus, Abraham Lincoln, Confucius, Karl Marx, Sigmund Freud, John Lennon, Vincent Van Gogh, Albert Einstein, King Leonidas, Zeus, Poseidon, Billy Mays, Most notable Pirates.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 1:02 AM UTC
What am I to do
Oh my fair skinned sister?
You are family to me
Yet I fear I may be forced
To bring the news
That I'll not be returning
I fear that if I do return
It will be on my shield
Not with it
As the Spartans used to say
Here I stand as Leonidas
Foolhardy and bold
I watch as I crumble
As my phalanx fold
So what am I to say
Oh my fair skinned sister?
How long will you mourn my absence?
Before you forget
And carry on?
What am I to think
Oh my dark haired sister?
What am I to feel?
You have been my guide
What am I to be
Oh my bright eyed comrade
My cheerful compatriot
My dearest friend?
Sing to me
Oh my fair skinned sister
Some sacred sonnet to save me
Play for me
Oh my fair skinned sister
Some long and lingering lyric
Some sweet melodic line
Some hypnotic harmony
To save me from my mind
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
Nestled in a tree high above what you can reach
As life changing a gift as the acquisition of speech.
Roots so deep formed into knots of oak
Climbing it a task as if only God spoke it
A vision of grandeur for only kings to know it
To be blessed by the breath it gives a story of its own
To have a beat of life itself would surely have a throne.
The climb to a feast,
A labour of love.
To bring back to the village
The symbol this one fruit embodies,
Would be a sign from the Heavens above.
The top is still hidden by the leaves in the wind,
To grip is becoming a chore
Surely to release at this height would result in the blackness beneath the floor.
The shimmering sun,
Now the thieving moonlight,
A long climb of Everest
Still no treasure in sight.
As the crow flies
There would be hope in my eyes
But to reach this prize
Would need the will of Leonidas.
A sweeter taste than what you can taste freely.
To feel such a wonder be pressed on my lips
Abandon? Pursue? Is the theme of this day
Taste it I may --
But no, not today.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
Dear Soldier,
We’ve never met, and I don’t even know your name, but I love you.
To me your name is hero.
Your name is Hercules.
Leonidas.
Joan of Arc.
Your name is unselfish.
Love.
Faith.
To you and your family I pray that you don’t lose faith, whatever your faith may be. I pray that you’re safe with every endeavor and mission that you embark on. I pray that you never lose sight of what you’re fighting for. I pray that you realize how truly grateful we all are for your sacrifice. How much I truly love you for what you do. A thousand times and more I thank you. A thousand times and more I love you.
With Honesty and Sincerity and Love...
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 5:41 PM UTC
And so they asked' bruh
What is love?
And then I said... thus...
Love is an unexplainable trago-chemical curse ******
into your heart leading to a kinda shock
That neither ABC nor CPR can resolve
But instead of dying... you hearts keeps fighting
And instead of crying... your eyes keeps igniting
with lights that's almost blinding
See, what I'm implying....
Is though love strucks like lightening, it still feels exciting
Pretence, judge, privacy, remorse
Nah, love is far from stuff like such
Love is the brother of loyalty and trust
The great grandpa of affection and lust
Who happens to be the uncle of honesty and Wisdom
And right next to the wall of love
Lives heartbreak and hurt
Even though they're not related by blood
The same boundary engulfed their hut 🏠
But see, even at detriment of abuse and insult
And when the whole world connive
to bring love distress and strive
True love thrives and survives
All the tempo of life
True love is the upgrade of Love and Like
Yea, I said love and like cos they're alike
Love is immortal; it never dies
Love don't give up; it don't say goodbye
And even if it gets weak; it play back the golden times
Love attracts enmity; unlike water 💧
But like Leonidas and em 300 Spartans; love don't falter
Yea, love slaughter; any obstacles that tryna taunt her
to Moses and Samson in the bible; Love is stronger
Even box to box; Tyson Fury wouldn't last a quarter
Love don't lie, love don't hide
Love ain't fly, but it touch the sky
Love don't cry; love don't deny
Love don't oblige to picking side
Love don't die; love survive
Love don't sly when bad time arise
Love ain't man; but its arm is open wide
Like clouds up in the sky, love dont lack supply
Love is philanthropic; love don't deal in hate
White or black; love won't discriminate
If you're rich, and I'm not; love won't disintegrate
Love will share with you every grain in its plate
Love is transparent; no tricky games
Love don't give space for hate to lay
Love don't hibernate; it's brain is wide awake
Love don't stray from the right-filled way
Love forgives, love don't seek revenge
Love repent wholeheartedly; love don't pretend
Love don't hold grudges; yea, love dont resent
And when its blood boils hot; it clicks reset
Loyalty and honesty is what love do pledge
Love is trust; love don't set cunning tests
Love believes; it don't need evidence
God is what Love represents
Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 7:38 AM UTC
My fathers are kings, what else could I be
King of the house, King of the streets
I reign supreme, even the grandest of kings, are but second to me
The heart of a warrior, the strength of a bear
The wisdom of Solomon, pure brilliance, how unfair
Magnificent, all I know how to be
Alexander was great, Leonidas's sacrifice, glorious
As for me, one word comes to mind, victorious
What more can I say
Blessed as I am, I am cursed the same
My heart often turns cold, wicked thoughts fill my brain
Internal conflict, day after day
Taking the good with the bad simply comes with being a King
Flaws and all negativity aside
I Reign Supreme
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
your tiny frame is a kingdom, no
a world of oceans and lands
ravaged by the course of nature,
the blight of humans
you are the earth.
your green eyes are the sea, wait
more like the galaxies up above
infinite in their creation
unsearchable by any kind of
ego-restrained machination
your fragile bones are structures, but
statues made in honor of something so profound
you've been thinking so hard to find
it is inside not the bone marrow that sticks around,
rather the fleeting memories you ignore in your mind
your soul is a flame, not even
it is the big bang
that brings us all to life
in your honor, all the angels have sang
I am so honored to have the privilege to call you mine.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
The day I found out how much I could grow from heartbreak
Was the day i subconsciously began destroying myself
With each thud a new ache
And with each new ache i climbed to a higher shelf
However this bookcase
Seems to go on and on like that belch
That, as a kid, i always wanted
But like leonidas i will continue my ascent undaunted
I'll reach my Ephors at the top of this mountain
However unlike the movie my council wont be bought
For despite tradition
This despotism
Revolves around me
I suppose my one regret might be
During my climb
I've left behind
Broken chunks of the hide
Pieces of my heart's mind
Physically fine
My metaphorically shattered heart remains as breadcrumbs in this forest of pine
Infested by witches and beasts some believe divine
My fight continues
Till i decide to see the sun shine
Again
Until then
I harbor the light i create
Starting in my heart and spreading through my spine
Powered through luminescence
All the world's weight isn't enough to make this back break
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Betwixt rock and sea,
Three Hundred haunting poems
And one melody.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
When the last page turns
Will I go down like Leonidas
or Stede Bonnet?
Will I make my stand in thermopylae
or the gallows?
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
(A CHILDRE'S SHORT STORY)
CHARACTERS:
MALE ANIMALS
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RACOON HERMES
MOUNTAIN CAT LEONIDAS
A RAVEN POE
WHITE RABBIT GLUSKAP
HOUSE DOGS:
(A)GERMAN SHEPARD ODIN
(B)PIT BULL VILI
(C)ROTT WEILER VE
FEMALE ANIMALS:
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BROWN BEAR (CUB) KALI
BABY OPOSSUM ANDALUSIA
HAWK HATHOR
RABBIT GANYMEDE
HOUSE CATS: HILDA
PHYLLUS
NEIGHBORHOOD PARROTS PSITTACINE
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC