King Poems - Poems about King

...It's gilded in bright colours Like a peacock butterfly; It sparkles in splendour Like a diamond in the sun; When it rests, it rests In confined dank darkness, In a bowel of nightmare W......Read the rest...

...We had heard of the Queen of Merryland for weeks and weeks. Everyone wanted to see her, our imagination in high rising peaks. She came in with an entourage, and we stopped being excited. She looke......Read the rest...

...I'm not emotional about poetry to call it a 'crush' Sometimes I get ideas, but hardly ever in a rush to write them down like I have a bee in my bonnet I'm not prone to compose a Shakespearian Sonn......Read the rest...

...Let all you heavenly angels along With all of you four living creatures Above come and worship your King Bow down before him and love And adore him forever more All of you who trust in your L......Read the rest...

...Man cannot surpass dying— He cannot live past his own death. Power fades and falls. Like the tide, It disappears. "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings, " Is that not what Shelley's traveller s......Read the rest...

...A is an ape who wishes he were a man - why? B is a butterfly who dreamed he was a man - why not? C is the cat who wants to sit in my chair, when he knows I want to sit there. D is the dignified du......Read the rest...

... Another sunset kissed the ocean before going to sleep. Another moon to welcome lovers to meet. Saturday night, love promises under the dancing lights. Awakenings next to a stranger ......Read the rest...

... ~ No Matter What ~ ( Daveda's Cascade ) ~O~ So happy my soul you did save To sin I don't have to be slave My heart in God I can confide My sweet Lord You're m......Read the rest...

...There’s beauty in the midnight feathers of a black swan so divine, as euphoria illuminates s t a i n e d sanctuaries~ where stars long to drown in your still train of thoughts, for there’s a p o......Read the rest...

...What beauty is (to the geometrist), is the shape of the Golden Ratio! Beauty is courage, the defiant fist of a protector fear can't overthrow. Beauty, likewise, is a prince's swo......Read the rest...

...Die oh Dear Friend. Burn thyself to ashes and become the phoenix thyself can grow to be. Be a serpent shed thy old skin, become born again. Remember who you are and if you forget remember my wor......Read the rest...

...I awoke this morning in a reflective state, Considering my life in the Johnston estate, And my trials and tribulations as a mouse, Living, as I am, actually, beneath their house. Cats, bird......Read the rest...

...In the echoing halls of third grade, he sits, a nine-year-old lad, master of the silent symphony, the classroom's perpetual farter. His seat, a throne of hidden thunder, each release a steal......Read the rest...

...The gun seems gun-shy in this space where deer hides hang on rustic walls and granddad-tick-tocks beat, instead of hearts in hollowed skins. The gun a “trophy-bagger” in its rack, a loud-mo......Read the rest...

...Dangers plague this shambolic world in which we live where many seek vengeance and are not apt to forgive. It's a never-ending cycle of accuse, battle, and defeat at any cost, walking on a kni......Read the rest...