Princesses Poems - Poems about Princesses

If you are going to swarf, swelt, black out or swoon Please do it outside under Dracula’s moon Too many drama queens are in this house already Thanks to the eight daughters of Arlene and Freddy But if you are going to help with the housework Then come on down, and join me, for you do not irk I am tired...

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Are they princesses? The little girls asked the orchard master. He knew they were not, but they wanted them to be, so he nodded. They were actually his daughters, Jessica and Joyce, age fifteen. What are they doing? One of the five-year-olds asked. They were collecting apples, but that sounded common. So, he replied “They are painting the apples red.” They...

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Fairies flawed each man, That no women ever needed any men. Princes were rescued by the Princesses! Those ladies were fierce, They fed fear in any evil that existed. Princesses were warriors of their own kingdoms, Hailed by Kings and Queens. Knowledge was a knife knot in their keys. They were the omen of our specimen....

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Tall red and pink-tipped spears reach for the nothing-at-all blue sky, all washed out with sunshine. The tight wrapped buds of the hollyhocks are too high for us to reach, but Imogen can. You and I wait for her to bring them down. Here behind the flowers, no one can see us. It’s hot. Your...

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I will be the princess of the dynasty The princess of the corkscrew The princess of the underwear drawer There is a lot of laughter Sybil does not understand the others. She is not amused or laughing She gets out her tarot cards and her runes. Begins plotting the spells that will transmogrify the others...

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Pretty pancake peacock pointedly persuaded powerhouse pig To publicly plan porcupine’s playful pink planetary probability placement. Pleasure palace princesses provided puny particulars providing big Porky plebes who placated porcupines, poking peacock’s replacement....

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Hollyhock princesses provides a happy team. Showing up marvelously in July’s early sunbeam. Their lovely pink fuzziness shows no glare or loud sheen They are as pretty as any beauty of sweet sixteen Hollyhock princesses showing the garden off just so. We can see their height no matter what our row. They entice a delight as they tower and they grow. Giving...

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Let’s go to the bathroom, I said to the girls. There were six of them actually. Mulan, Belle, Sleeping Beauty, Ariel, Tiara, and me, Snow White, factually. None had to go. Belle actually never looked up from the book she was reading. Sleeping Beauty was popping her eyes at a Prince, who was next to us feeding. Whistling bluebirds...

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The princesses decided to have their own Thanksgiving Day feast. While their princes were hunting, they could have fun at least. All were invited, and they took turns in the kitchen. Pocahontas was soon pouting, and Aurora was ’n. The maize we had brought was not the sweet corn they liked. It was too far back to town; no one...

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His Twinkling Kiss hisses How he will miss princesses when homeward tiredly he plods. We see his sweetest farewell kiss; so I'll, Letting them kiss As they wish, Gently Pass. Picture 2 Syllable Count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 - 10, 4, 3, 2, 1 http://www.howmanysyllables.com *3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 1, 2020) Sept. 21, 2020 Double Tetractys 3 Poetry Contest Contest Sponsor: Eve...

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Princesses rise From the ashes Beyond rainbow Her glory days...

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Unicorns Their cone Revered by princesses Born fresh from rainbow’s belly Beauteous and magnificent Fleeting power glimpses The magical Unicorns...

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Once upon a time… Waking up at four, the princesses dress, then adorn their crowns with fascinators. Princess Marie of Dutchess County courts her majesty, with a lovely rose steep. we bless our mother she’s giddy with royalty dad keeps his head down Princess Suzanne and Princess Lynn chat up the queen mother. Heavenly scent of tea. All eyes suddenly...

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