Across the sea,
a lost ship returns back with a hope, I could see!

In the deep forest with wild flowers and trees surrounded,
the sun's rays like a beam, so warm, well bounded!

The pride of a prince holding his girl, it hit my nerve to see his will,
when he had a sword to protect her from the fateful devil!

Roses, the early morning mist,
Melted me with the fragrance in those lines when I kissed!

A dream so wild,
Holding a loving one's memory, held me so kind!

Did you know, I was quoting the poems, I have been reading,
while I relish the poet's chosen wording!
Each poetry with an emotion well picked,
Turned me into an addict,
To read the lines precisely without a verdict!

Addicted was I,
Until the waves, the sea, the trees nourished my heart's eye!
Addicted I stayed!
When the poetries pierced through my arteries giving no aid!

Was the poet a warrior?
Did he pen his electrifying words with a courageous cord?
Did she never wetted her legs in the waves been adored?
Such poetries dug a courage within me,
The lines had a higher curve of emotion spilt in the first line,
A noise I could suspect before my eyes ran into the next line without a lower sign,
Should I breathe out now,
Interest triggered me to read the next lines somehow!
Kindled by the deep flow of blood running through all my veins,
the poetry landed with my soul feeling adorable for pulling my wisdom completely without any remains!

Can the words be so powerfully written by those warriors?
Blocking my way with the sword of thoughts pierced by the morality of soldiers!
I was just a snail standing in the wave,
Amidst the breeze, the rainbows, the mist as a slave!
You made me read your blood piercing versions of all flavours,
Apparently, warning me to ignore them if I'm sick and pale yellow!
It ended up giving me the courage of a warrior holding a sword,
To cut through all which hindered my life's tour!
You surrounded me with your poetries packed with positivity,
Thought me the ways you had cut off criticism to park me with a feed of ignoring narcissistic creativity!
Did I sustain the shocks of emotional abuse all these days?
Was I aware of them when your poetries thought me to crack them off in my ways!

Addicted I stay now,
Well prepared, no doubts how!!
To read even the dripping blood from your poetries,
To blend the anger, the thoughts, the courage into my arteries!
A noise so high,
But never a sigh!
A voice so louder,
I heard them in your words penned so sharper!

Poetries with Nature's strength, I've Relished!
Poetries with Warrior's essence, I'm Addicted!
Making me quieter, no words but all set and perfected!

- Aatheera ( My journey into the world of warrior poetries - Addicted I'm learning to write them, will try to publish the version once set)

Always incredible words, lovely Aatheera

Thankyou lovely Merry your words have always been my motivation

So mine was depression once

once? I never said it anywhere! your poetries always held it's grace composed comparisons can never be done, each one's poetry has it's uniqueness
Happy writing

Nice poem .

This poem is epic in proportion, and rich in narrative. An engrossing piece, Aatheera.

Thankyou Julie

Thankyou Techno for being detailed in your comments it helped me to understand my improvisations with clarity