|Best Poems About / On HERO
Some wear a mask, others a cape,
Some just pass this life unknown,
Some do leave you yet agape:
For being loved but doomed to be alone.
A hero can be anyone;
But it's such a burden that you accept:
To make up for all what you've done,
Or save some tears that aren't yet dropped.
You can simply wear a mask,
Or sink yourself in steel;
For they but in your presence bask:
As safe is all they feel.
When I was young I had
A hero of my own;
And when times got dark or bad:
I'm told how he'd into a hero grown.
So whether you have a gun,
Or just some tissues hold;
Whether you wrestle or run,
Or tell some tales untold.
You don't have to save the day,
Or even save the world;
Sometimes a simple 'Are you okay? '
Is better than to into fire've hurled.
Some wear a shirt, some wear a skirt,
Some are holding on although they idols are,
Some do but their best efforts exert:
To make others feel they're not that much afar.
'When I grow up I want to be like you.'
But the hero was hanging by a thread.
'It's what you believe in that makes you do what you do;
You need not some power to smiles spread.'
Some live so long, some die young,
Some are just like you and me,
Some are famous, some are unsung,
Some know nothing else to be.
Some are still alive, some are long dead,
Some live forever inside an unforgetting heart,
Some we've heard about or sometimes have read,
Some without knowing have been heroes from the start!
'I wake up every morn wondering where my hero'd gone.'
And though the hero lives inside, he is down below!
Ordinary to others, but to him he was an icon.
'I hope someday I'll be like him, just Somebody's Hero.'
Danny The Dreamer Boyd
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A Hero Is The Hardest Nut!
''A Hero is the Hardest Nut''
a squirrel said to me,
''A Hero's shell is armour plated Kevlar Technology''
''I broke my teeth on Hero's,
I ripped out all my claws,
I dropped them from the highest heights
to get within their draws! ''
''I had no clue of knowing,
cos I only have a tail,
the way into a Hero,
is nothing like a snail.''
You cannot prize them from their shells,
with forks and garlic butter,
and don't rely on squirrels tricks
- you'll end up just a nutter.
No armour piercing bullet,
can ever crack his shell,
and no demon force upon this earth
can make him go to Hell.
The secrets in the Hero's name,
Eros is a clue!
And Cupids arrow finds a way
within the shell for you.
No words will ever sway them,
No sexy tricks can't do,
the only thing that Hero's need
is Love, from me to you.
Love removes the hardest shells,
nut crackers are a waste,
Love can do in half the time
that words try to in haste.
So, when you feel your Hero
is lost, and turns away,
just send out loving thoughts and see
the shell just fall away!
This miracle is real to all,
who Love without condition,
the only reason Hero's Love.....
so that Love........is a Tuition!
''Learn to Love a hEros!
So a hEros can teach you Love''
Yogi Sally Ann Slight
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our mind is a virgin forest of killed friends...
'our mind is a virgin forest of killed friends.
And if I talk to you with fairy tales and parables
it is because you listen to it more sweetly, and you can't talk of horror because it's alive
because it doesn't speak and moves
it drips the day, it drips on sleep
like a pain reminding of evils.
To speak of heroes to speak of heroes: Michalis
who left with open wounds from hospital
may have talked of heroes when, that night
he was dragging his foot in the blacked-out city,
was screaming feeling our pain 'in the dark
we go, in the dark we move...'
Heroes move in the dark.
G. Seferis, Teleftaios Stathmos
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A hero is always at odds
with the existing norms
he meets resistance at every step,
at the altars of norms.
A hero is for change
for he understands
the weakness of the present,
he brings a new wave
at the expense of his own life
for a tomorrow better than today.
A hero is in you and me,
only if we listen to
our inner voice,
if we do not give into
the temptations of little comforts,
we meet every moment, at every step.
A hero is immortal,
he lives through the ages
because he stands for a cause
while others live in a world of comforts
without raging against a million injustices
and disappear in thin air
without giving a fight.
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