Prince Poems - Poems about Prince

To the world, he may just be a man, Chasing dreams, with calloused hands. But to her, he's the little boy still, With scraped knees and a stubborn will. She watched him stumble, watched him grow, Held his fears she'd never show. In her arms, he found his start— A throne carved gently in her heart. His crown? Not gold, but strands of...

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A tribute to "The Little Prince," by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Little being, descending from your star, Your heart draws desert animals. And when night slowly unveils her altar, Your bright smile echoes like crystals. Little child, you gave your heart to a flower. Your volcanoes are calmly expecting you. While the traveller, you await in your tower, You catch sight of fertile maps within...

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What I know of Jesus, I've only heard, first, in childhood, when I was sent to church where we were taught the Bible and the Word,  but that was not the source of my life's search.  A man of compassion, he helped the weak, those whose lives with pain and illness were fraught, the outcasts, the disabled and the meek. Love and...

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Ah, behold Prince William in uniform, chiseled chin held high under ceremonial sunlight, a speech polished like his medals, echoing across parade grounds as cameras hum like obedient bees. “Duty, honor, courage,” he proclaims, as if reading from an antique scroll dusted off for dramatic effect. Crowds swoon. Generals nod. Newspapers burst into patriotic confetti. And somewhere, in mahogany offices, other leaders lean forward— inspired, invigorated, tugging at their tailored lapels, murmuring,...

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Sings the story at twilight When the moon is just rising, Sings a simple troubadour The short tale of life. How a fine boy, Born in a palace, A palace like crystal, Became a proud man. * You were born on a bed of flowers, Beside you, your father the king, Your mother, the queen And you,...

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Aloft in a world, Focused toward, Elaborate Strategies. Pushed to Our Knees, Bound by Principalities. Deceived by Fallacies, We try to please, Those affected, By the same disease. Addictions to Appease, Sifting through impurities, All the uncertainties, Echoing Symphonies, Of negative energies, Distorting the symmetry, Between you and me. Prince of Peace, Come set us FREE! Look around and you'll see, That's how we're trained to be. Programming you visually, Quietly, in front of a TV. Fear,...

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When the prince first stood naked before his new bride, his disappointed was a little hard to hide. Had he given all those red rubies just to get these tiny little boobies? Squire! Get the horses ready! We're going for a ride!" When the princess first saw the prince's little wiener, her pretty face betrayed an instant change in her demeanor. She...

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On this day in ‘58 the passenger door opened on a little red corvette as doves flew overhead His Majesty stepped out in platform heels, and booty- less pants, licked his fingers and summoned a Revolution, the beginning of his Purple Reign Bill Marable 6/7/21...

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Fallen angel. Great manipulator. Narcissistic psychopath. Predominant pretense. Merely existing. Demon. You have dishonest eyes. And a sinister grin. I didn't want to see this side of you. Even When I saw the glass as half empty, you'd pour it out. The walls went up to infinity. Believe what you want, you said. Your dark eyes. Your grappling hands. Your explosive anger. Your word baiting. Your mind s. Your love bombing. Enough with...

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Papa Noël was afraid to pass through on Christmas Day In the streets of Port-au-Prince. Bullets were being fired in droves Sporadically, haphazardly. Many people were hiding under beds Naughty terrorists are like dogs, hyenas in vile forests or deadly wilderness They are everywhere with big machine guns which are not made in Haiti The lawless bandits or God-awful devils...

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Oh, lovely flowers Greet my nightly song Upon this starry, starry night In my bed I see your plight. What a dream it was Sharing the love we had All night long is sweet ever In your embrace I quiver. Oh, how lovely you are To me, is just a fantasy now As you turn my joy to sadness You choose money than fondness....

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'Twas Christmas when Cinder’s went to the ball In the most romantic season of all She looked so pretty A prince so dishy Danced each dance with her, till she heard her call. The call came when the clock struck at midnight Cinder's ran quickly as she could, in fright Before her best dress Became repossessed As her fairy godmother said it might. It...

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I wish I've had a fairy godmother who'd have given me a nice dress who'd have made my hair look pretty so I'd have gone to the dance, And ride in a wooden old carriage and walked down a long stair and met my own ragged prince who'd have loved me until the end. Jessica...

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There in the beauty of eclipsing eyes Heavy with joy’s tears of sacrifice Misery’s mahogany merrily replaced By vindication violets blooming Despite obvious peach pain For each hand a silver nail Each repent loosens Each sin justifies jail and hammer Stammering shame of humanity All for vanity and “justice” But joy comes in the morning They strung him high Whipped his hyde Pierced his side While...

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My heart is a book filled with chapters of romance and my prince charming...

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