Princess Poems | Examples of Princess Poetry

The color of grace and divine femininity The color of my silk sheets and dainty clothing Pink is like a flower The color of love Pink is the color of who I am and who I will forever be ...

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And if I were no more than the brook that flowed Neath' the azure of your skies Would not the warmth of your heaven Touch the surface of my waters Be the season spring or summer And if my lone voice was lost upon the winds with the whispering of M'lady's name Would it not give pause to thee? What of the grassy meadow Where the...

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True beauty, indeed (to the number-theorists), reveals the distribution of the primes. Beauty, too, is courage, the defiant fists of a defender whom we praise in rhymes. Beauty are oaths, that Prince Hector ofttimes keeps shielding city, child, and princess bride; ...

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A lonely, pale Princess Waltzing in the sand Sun streaked, flowery hair Floral print, flowing clothes. The lonely, pale Princess Fragile but aloof Wants to walk alone in the beach Waltzing on the sand The lonely, pale Princess Not as perfect as can be Demons clipped upon her wings Bloodshot eyes from tears The lonely, pale Princess Floral print,...

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they called her cinder, called her dust a girl to scorn, a thing to crush but embers sleep and coals still burn and wicked hands will take their turn she sewed her gown from moonlit screams spun silver thread from shattered dreams the glass upon her feet was red from all the tears her hands had bled the ball was bright, a golden...

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deep in the woods where shadows creep where tangled vines in silence sleep a princess walks with weary tread a crown of thorns upon her head her name was whispered, then was gone like morning mist at break of dawn a cradle lost, a fate unwound no kingdom left, no king was found the stars once swore to guide her home but silent now,...

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I the heaven's daughter, Reign upon the golden land. Heaven's and earth enter my sleeves, How could a phoenix envy a sparrow? ...

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This rink ranks right up there. My power skates, slice each ring, the scent of ice assails my nose. Funny in the absence of air, I breathe. It must be a dream. I don’t care. The wind of Saturn blows through my hair. No wind, you say, but I will believe what this dream gifts to me. Can’t believe I’ve made it this...

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When the princess kissed the frog on the lips, her heart burst in three, painful double skips. Then she sank to the floor, dead as a nail in a door. Yep ~ that's how they do fall sometimes ~ these chips....

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We first met coasting the blurred lines of the information superhighway. We exchanged polite words and respectful kindness, though we seldom saw or heard each other. I am the old man of touch and eye contact, you are the princess of text and illusions. I adapt to your hot realms, to your affinity for glittering screens because past and future, old and young...

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Princess of the Prairie, with hair of golden flax, smiling from a picture frame, looking through the cracks. You grew up on a farm, not far from Saskatoon, close to Joni Mitchell, under a harvest moon. It was four strong winds that blew you to L.A. I was eighteen when I met you. I well remember it today. Fortunate was...

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I hold you like a fragile flame, A gift so rare, it has no name. Each moment with you feels divine, Yet fear whispers, "This isn’t mine." Your laughter lights the darkest skies, A truth reflected in your eyes. But as I bask in all you give, I tremble at the life I live. What if my love, so fierce, so strong, Could somehow...

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Weeping for no one, the great near-sister sobs, "Go, Queen, and find all the pink jewels." Soon they are found, examined and named: Little Pink Fish, Aurora of Evening and Forest Fire Sky. They are gathered and brought to the princess. Her beauty is her face; she is only five. She often goes from great to ungrateful. Then, being sorry,...

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It's not like a rush of waves Like I've read in those books The innocent idyllic lies Of fountain wishes and Written dreams and Patriarchal fantasies All in illustration Illusions? Delusions? All the same Damsels, dragons, the dammed, Doesn't feel too far from truth, Be it written in thousands of pages before now, in this moment Knights, nights, party lights Why wish for saviours when it's...

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She always thought she was a cut above others The most beautiful, the richest , the best A self confidence unbearably arrogant and explosive When with her, peoples patience were put to the test Outer beauty, plastic enhancements, riches is all that mattered She was insincere, rude and vain Never gave or did for another In her eyes other women were unattractive...

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