Emperor Poems - Poems about Emperor

You know, I was never that impressed by the way that prim emperor dressed. So you can just suppose ~ when he dropped in sans clothes ~ that's frankly when I liked him the best....

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An emperor reclines in thrall to my confines O, how he’d dictate to his heart’s delight but he’s too wise to fight my shrewd mind and my steely spine ~...

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Come one, come all, to the grand affair! The emperor sells his finest robes bare! After a child called out: "He has no clothes" What would the crowd bid for those? The emperor beamed, modelling his finest gown. Woven in gold thread, with jewels all around. Silks and satins, woven with skill in fancy seams, To be auctioned off, as the suit...

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When arrogance pursues a despot spire through dominance consumed with vain conceit, ‘tis but a trait that sets the world afire as ignorance lets history repeat. They see the presage warning of reprise and vestal omens common sense should heed. They know this path shall lead to mere demise and understand the consequence of deed. For through the ages, autocrats ignore the auguries of...

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"Their cross will decay Rome will be as a phoenix Helios will reign supreme" "The sun always sets Accept the eagle’s old age Find dominion in your mind" ...

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The wounded sigh of a father, Tells his concern for his child Whose actions seem stupid and wild. The wounded sigh of a teacher, Reflects his worry for his pupil His progress, if he can’t quadruple. The wounded sigh of a wife, Shows her anxiety for her better half As she senses a threat for her marriage graph. The wounded...

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A solar halo Sol Invictus blistering Or the cross blazing Burning for roman bloodshed Who in truth was Cain scheming ...

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...“ ‘I used to love talking with friends, they gave such meaning to my life, but after watching them all die… it no longer makes my eyes bright. “ ‘I’ve loved women of every type, indulged in every sort of sex, from passionate to quite depraved, yet now, more and more, I neglect. “ ‘I used to the love to read the words of...

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...He’d push the tech until light years took just days for men to travel, wrote laws that stood the test of time, so the species didn’t unravel. Even wrote the curriculums that adapted to student’s needs, enough chaos to keep things fresh, enough order so we didn’t bleed. He made humanity stable, something it had once never been, Guiscard brought us the Golden Age, the greatest...

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He reigned down through the centuries, and every human knew his name, Emperor Guiscard the Deathless, from Quebec this great figure came. Arising in chaotic times in the twenty-first century, when cultures were falling apart as we grew our technology. When the whole world seemed set to burn from the set limits of our minds, when solutions could not be found, and it seemed a matter...

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Archon of the west, whose spouse was the worldly Sophia Who blindly abandoned his childhood lamb, to search for unseen light Though the lamb could have showed him the pure gnosis he craved for Poem (from a Gnostic Christian perspective) about the Roman Emperor Julian the Apostate, who abandoned Christianity in favour for philosophical Paganism....

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there are some people I do know they speak of places I can't go ooh then some if God is real might should I ask the chores of one done by two Makes easy the task? Hadian speak to the Romans. Yes God is Real He's real in our Souls Yes God is real that We have washed and made us whole Gods love for us is what we should know yes God...

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around the palace walks the emperor cluelessly clothed in ...

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Bulldog Village was amazed by the new Emperor Not their Choice He was appointed by his arrogant cousin Ms. Vee Two Royce. She brought him in on a spectacularly pretty summer day. But he showed his pompous arrogance to the natives right away. He ran around showing off his overly puffy fur coat. Making fun of the inhabitants, even farmer...

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In seventeen sixty nine a child was born in Corsica, Genoa's former vassal state. Prior to his birth, his land had been war-torn, Paoli's resistance did his birth predate. At school, his geometrical talent was inborn, and he was tutored by none other than Laplace. For his accent, his peers at school laughed him to scorn, but fortune would elevate him from...

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