poems of dragons

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THE DRAGON
By Lyle Nelson

I see the dragon i n the sky
oh no does he see me
I
look around for shelter
and see a fallen tree
I
don't want to stay
and be a meal
burns are a pain
I
don't want to feel
as I began to think
that I might die
I
became very scared
and started to cry
the dragon heard me
and floated down
and on his face
was a creat big frown
he said to me
he doesn't like to kill
and he lives in a cave
in a creat big hill
we became good friends
him and I
we never told each other a lie
all because I began to cry

 when I saw a dragon in the sky

The Black Dragon
By Lyle Nelson

Hail the black dragon
the smart and evil king
of him all the singers
choose to sing
Hail the black dragon
the wise and evil king
whose almost white fiery breath
will leave a nasty sting

Night for all Dragons
By Dragon Lover/ DragonMoon (Domie)

Sitting on my bed,
A dragon in my heart,
Waiting for nightfall,
Waiting for dark.
So my soul can be free,
So I can fly,
And join the other dragons,
In the sky.
Flying between clouds,
Weaving through stars,
Over the moon,
Distracting the cars.
High in the sky,
Without a care,
Ignoring the people,
Who sit there and stare.
Our minds are free,
Our nostrils flared,
Our souls are open,
Ready to be shared.
A night for a partener,
A night above earth,
A night for love,
And dragons to birth.
This one night for us,
To die and then live,
To hurt and then heal,
To take and then give.
After this night,
A year to wait,
Till we can live,
Till we can face fate.
This is the night,
For dragons to rule,
To dance in the sky,
And swim in the deep, dark pool.
This is why I wait,
A dragon in my heart,
Waiting for night fall,
Waiting till dark.

Dragons In Flight
By David Bankson

Death draws near,
The heat gives hint,
Fire, acid, spewing forth,
Dragons have been sent.
Wings of silk,
Flapping in the breeze,
And with the flick of the wrist,
They kill with great ease.
Dragons in flight,
With Death on their minds,
Blood rushing through their veins,
And shining in their eyes.
They have blood on their claws,
And blood on their breath,
But guilt they have not,
Because they love death.
So fear their approach,
Hide in the night,
And always respect,
The dragons in flight

Dragons
By George W. Link

A Dragon is a special thing, unique to its creator,
Some look like a serpent or a toothy alligator.
Some have tails and wings and horns, while others none at all,
Some are absolutely huge, while others very small.
I think that each displays a certain person's point of view,
And what each means is something that's completely up to you.

DragonFlight
By Shauna Meyer

The greatest way to see the world would be
astride a dragon flying fast and high.
Just take a moment - picture it with me,
and think about how it would be to fly.
His wings beat through the air with power and might,
we dip and turn and swirl up in the sky,
the thrill of soaring fills me with delight,
I wish this feeling didn't ever die.
My dragon friend is powerful and strong,
his wine-red hide shines golden in the sun,
and when we fly together I belong
to him, and him to me, and we are one.
The world is such a grand and wondrous thing,
when carried through the clouds by dragon wings.

Dragonfire
By Claire Dawson

It burns in my heart
my eyes weep it at night,
I wake with a start,
yearning for the sight,
of...Dragonfire
"Myth",all others say,
I'm a foolish, silly child,
all I do is pray,
for a glimpse, of true, pure, wild...
Dragonfire
I walk alone and cry,
it haunts each and every dream,
I cannot help but try,
to reach out for a stream
of...Dragonfire
Why can't I see it?
I hope, and watch, and pray,
if it's false, so be it...
but burn my dreams away

Dragon Treasure
By Amber Vinz

Dragons treasure of gems and gold,
steal some and your future shall come to a hold,
for dragons, as I far well know,
have awful tempers and it will show,
you can try to hide far away from his lair,
but alas, even across the towns a dragon could smell the tinyest of hair,
then when he finds you running with all your might,
he'll stalk you even through the darkest of night,
then when he decides the perfict time to pounce,
there shall be nothing more to do, best not even bounce,
for as any could tell dragon breath,
shall bring you to a terrible death,
now if you come across a dragons cave,
best be carfull and not nave,
do not enter as tempting as it may be,
and remember the tall I told you for free.

Dragon in Love With A Human
By Amber Vinz

Left in a pool of blood, yet not my own, but it
is or was me,

in a world were humans hate us, I am yet a dragon
left alone.

There are more then one but I'm toren between the
dragon and human,

for my true love is a human... Calidoria, oh
Calidoria,

how can a name so beautiful give me such pain
and still make my heart sing.

In the depths of my being I wish to rip off the
wings, claws and fangs,

oh to be human with Calidoria,

yet, I can not be something I am not and so my
tears are in vein.

I tried so hard to be human that I tryed to rip
the dragon from me,

but without the dragon there is nothing but a
shell of a being left to die in a pool of blood.

Dragon Friendship
By Bill Wescott

On wings of thunder
honor bound
search me out, I drum the sound
twist and turn in the night
dragon come, my guiding light.
Protector, guardian, friend not foe
come to me, see my sigil glow.
Strong and true this friendship charm
I beckon thee, keep me from harm.
Around and about your magick swirls
come to me, your wings unfurled.

Dragon Eye
By Amber Vinz

Dragons are crafty, wicked and wise,
if you see a burning red flame,
you can tell just by looking into their eyes,
it can only mean they're betroth in giving pain.  

If their eyes sparkle and glimmer of the lightest of blue,
you best be careful what you do.
If your words are truthful and faithful at heart,
you have no need to worry, they won't tear you apart.
But if your words are unlawful and hate is in your eyes,
they will only bring you to your demise.

Dragon Dreams
By Julie Phelps

There is something about dragons
all fire and steam
They go together in the midst of our dreams
The dragon is wise beyond it's years
It sets no limits and faces all fears
The dragon is powerful in body and mind
Is true to it's heart and true to it's kind
The dragon is just and fights for what's right
To all who encounter it, their lives are made bright
The traits of the dragon we should all embrace
And toghether we'll make this world a better place!

Dragon Call
By Ann Cline

Some great beast came down to me
and truth did he outpour.
A story that most see as myth
from ancient days of yore.
Though they are great and fierce in sight
the dragon is still tame.
And the gentle nature of the beast
bears no reverence to it's name.
Father Dragon is a mighty one,
who could be friend or foe.
But our mind is prejudice
to what it does not know.
Guardians born into the night,
they'll forever be.
Standing atop a mountain, perched,
watching over you and me.
Into the sky they do fly,
with grace pulled from the night.
And soar like angels through the air,
projecting heavenly light.
But still we fear the gentle one,
father Dragon told me so.
For our fear leads us to hate
the things we do not know.
But my eyes have seen the truth,
so, I tell you all.
Do not fear your guardian,
instead..., head the Dragon's Call

Cruel Imagination
=or=
Not Being A Dragon
By Jonathan Martin

It's painful to imagine now
just what I'd like to be,
for I see clearly anyhow
the lock; it has no key.
No locksmith can unfasten it
with hammer, file or blade.
The tool required for the job,
I fear will ne'er be made

Some people with a wond'rous gift
can show me yonder side,
but sadly I shall never be
a Dragon, bona fide

So if you mighty beasts of lore
would like a human meal,
I offer up my humble self
to sate your hungry creel.
Perhaps this way a part of me
may have a voice to sing
its praises to you noble race,
aloft on Dragon wing...

Crual Imagination II
Inspired by a January snowmobile trip
By Jonathan Martin

The engine whines and the scenery whips
past on both sides of my mount.
I travel, tear-blinded by the bitter wind
o'er shifting vistas of natural beauty.
If I close my bleary eyes,
I am flying, the sky-sent blanket of white
a canopy of clouds far below me...

But reality rears its ugly head.

The sun is setting on my left,
leaving a warm, orange hue on the virgin snow
and over my shoulder, the clouds above form
a perfect Dragon...

As I walk to the car,
the tears in my eyes linger,
though the wind blows less harshly...

Black Dragons
By Amber Vinz

Dragons of black and charchoal wings,
has a breath of death, they're evil things,
at sunset they arouse and then soon take up flight,
flying throughout the darkest of night,
seeing their wounderous bodies soar through the skies,
searching for a kill with their blood red eyes,
you better hope the dragon has eaten,
he'll fight to the death untill you are beaten,
when daylight breaks he'll fly home to his den,
but beware for nightfall shall come again

Believer
By Christine Doty

I'm sorry I told them
The secret you told me
Even though you told it to me in trust,
I cannot escape the spear that you thrust.
Dragons are extinct
So, why do you believe
That they fly through the skies
When our gazes leave.
"All dragons are dead
There are no more," I said.
There are no dragons here anymore
Then someone knocked on the door.
I go to see who it is.
A golden dragon stands behind the door
"You think dragons don't exist,"he said.
"As you can see, I am not dead.
You give me a glance.
It says," I told you so."
So, I guess I'll just go.
Now, I believe that dragons exist.
I'm sorry I tried to resist.
I now know why you believe.
I new belief I will now conceive.

A soul in flight
By Eric Hansen/AtlQuotl

The master of mysteries awaits,
outside in the sybilant storm.
I look, and behold, high rises now the thunderhead.
I leap, and, with a jolt my wings catch the air,
circling higher and higher before the deluge.
Rain then comes down on my face,
bringing a strange irrational joy,
a oneness with the universe,
rare to me.
Flying, twirling, dancing through downdrafts
winging my way across the sky,
I fly in harmonies as old as dragonkind,
my scales glistening where they break into sun.
Updrafts, fighting their way to heaven, catch me
throwing me up into the crystal sky, through
crystals of ice and mist clouds,
to a high point where the blood pounds
through your head, and spots of bright color
dot your eyes.
Diving now the awesome view
shows the world as a tapestry
and me as one poor needle,
Sewing onwards.

 

A Dragons Home

 Freedom comes when the mind is free.
 Free from work, free from reality,
 the mind soars to new heights and places.
 This is where we live.
 Reality can not comprehend us,
 we go beyond the laws of physics,
 the impossible is possible,
 and knowledge is meaningless.
 Few people know of us,
 yet all are able to see us.
 We're in the books, in the art,
 in buildings and other things.
 Seek us, and you will find us,
 not in reality, but in your heart.

When Dragons ruled the skies

" The time's long gone" the old man said " you've come too late, my son
You'll see them not in this sad age, their time is long since done
A hundred years ago and more, they've been gone from this land"
His voice was tough but his voice said: "Aye lad I understand"
For I had sailed 'cross half a world to seek the fabled isles
Where I had heard that dragon wings still soared across the skies.
"You must have come from far indeed" he said with knowing eyes
"The word has gone afar and wide that they have left our skies
Sit down a while, young lad" said he "Let me tell you a tale
Of dragons streaming down the wind, sunlight bright on their scales
A tale my grandfather told me when I was but a lad,
For I too know the dragon's draw, I'd fain not leave you sad"
And so I sat down at his feet, upon a tuft of grass,
And listened as he spun a tale of beasts of gold and brass,
With scales brighter than minted coin, wings glinting in the sun,
Higher by far than eagles soar Dragons were wont to run.
He told of glory greater far than any work of men,
Of wisdom born in aeons past and held in trust since then.
His eyes were bright with boyhood's gleam as dusk crept down the sky,
I knew he heard an older voice,from when he, just like I,
Had sat and listened to the tale, hanging on every word
From one who might have seen it true, in a more wondrous world
He told it as much for himself as he told it for me
For his heart knew the yearning too those golden wings to see.
At last his tale drew to a close and with one breath we sighed
Imagining a brighter age before the wonder died
When unicorns roamed in the woodsand giants still were seen
And mountain valleys echoed with the griffin?s fearless scream
When wizards walked upon the earth with magic in their eyes
When elves lived side by side with men and Dragons ruled the skies.
"Well that's the tale" he said at last "My grandpa told to me
He said he saw with his own eyes their wings over the sea
The day they flew into the west never again to fly
Above the hills of this green isle" he heaved a heavy sigh
And said to me "Well I must go the sun is nearly set
My wife will have the dinner done, and home's a long walk yet.
Perhaps you'll come and eat with us? There?s plenty to go 'round"
Though his offer sore tempted me, I stood and looked around
Then politely I did decline, "I too must go" said I
And he gave me a knowing look, and briefly caught my eye
I turned and walked back down the hill, towards the little town
That slumbered quietly 'round the bay where I had come aground.
Back to my skiff I made my way, and raised the sail once more
And with the sunset on my face, I turned my back to shore
Ahead lay naught but open sea, I saw no hint of land
But still I set the tiller with a firm and steady hand
For somewhere to the west they soar and westward my course lies,
Till I have found the fabled land where Dragons rule the skies.
Now I have sailed ten thousand leagues and I'll sail many more
And storm and wreck I'll gladly brave as I have braved before
Though empty is the open sea and bitter winter's storms
Emptier still's a dreamless soul and crueler is the scorn
Of those who do not dare to dream and cling to hearth-fire's glow
I left them without looking back many a year ago.
So now the ocean is my road all through the starlit night
'Till the sun rises at my back and in the dawn's gray light
I see an island long and low a half day's sail away
Hid under heavy looming clouds not yet lit by the day
Yet as dawn brightens in the sky I see a sudden gleam
As the sun's first ray glances from a circling seabird's wing.
But surely no bird could be seen as far afield as this
And no feather could ever gleam so bright in dawn's first kiss
Another shines and still a third, a spark of golden fire
From thirty leagues I see them climb soaring higher and higher
Surely nothing but dragons scale could so brazenly shine
As they thunder into the air in beauty near divine.
I see them clearly though my eyes,are filled with tears of joy
For finally I've found the dream I first dreamed as a boy
My skiff fair flies across the waves her bow spits spindrift foam
Though never have I seen this shore I feel I'm coming home
And overhead the sky is gold and glory fills my eyes.
The crystal air is wonder pure.
And Dragons Rule The Skies.

Why Dragons No Longer

Rule The Skies
By Christine Doty

A large dragon stood before me
With a twinkle in his eyes
He said," I'm here to tell you
Why dragons no longer rule the skies."
"I am the last one left," he said.
"All the rest of us are dead.
Men have killed us and put our teeth on a shield.
I only wish they would yield."
"I will tell this story to you
Before they kill me too.
They search for me both day and night,
But I am sure I am out of sight."
"I helped a human out long ago.
When he had been shot through the heart


Back to my skiff I made my way,

and raised the sail once more
And with the sunset on my face,

I turned my back to shore
Ahead lay naught but open sea,

I saw no hint of land
But still I set the tiller with a

firm and steady hand
For somewhere to the west they soar

and westward my course lies,
Till I have found the fabled land

where Dragons rule the skies.
Now I have sailed ten thousand

leagues and I'll sail many more
And storm and wreck

I'll gladly brave as I have braved before
Though empty is the open sea and

bitter winter's storms
Emptier still's a dreamless soul

and crueler is the scorn
Of those who do not dare to dream

and cling to hearth-fire's glow
I left them without

looking back many a year ago.
So now the ocean is my road all

through the starlit night
'Till the sun rises at my back

and in the dawn's gray light
I see an island long and

low a half day's sail away
Hid under heavy looming clouds

not yet lit by the day
Yet as dawn brightens in the

sky I see a sudden gleam
As the sun's first ray glances

from a circling seabird's wing.
But surely no bird could

be seen as far afield as this
And no feather could ever gleam

so bright in dawn's first kiss
Another shines and still a third,

a spark of golden fire
From thirty leagues I see them

climb soaring higher and higher
Surely nothing but dragons

scale could so brazenly shine
As they thunder into the air

in beauty near divine.
I see them clearly though my eyes,

are filled with tears of joy
For finally I've found the dream

I first dreamed as a boy
My skiff fair flies across the waves

her bow spits spindrift foam
Though never have I seen this

shore I feel I'm coming home
And overhead the sky is gold

and glory fills my eyes.
The crystal air is wonder pure.
And Dragons Rule The Skies.

 

"Imagine a magical time when dragons

ruled the earth and sky! Where did all the dragons go?

Are they just waiting to return?

The smartest scholars still don't know.

But next time there's a thunderstorm,

watch the smoky gray clouds form,

watch the lightning flash it's light,

hear the thunder in the night.

It might be so we don't forget that

dragons could be living yet.

Waiting in a world nearby just beyond the earth and sky."

aus: "Where Did All the Dragons Go?" von Fay Robinson

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