Queens Poems - Poems about Queens

...I’m sitting on my lawn chair Outside the night is cool I hear the trees swaying The breeze chills my skin It knocks on my hippocampus Am I here or where it blows? Breeze, you are timeless Fr......Read the rest...

...My mind had always wondered of those we live among, too many times I heard the tales and even learned the song. For in this world, the mortal world, the land of good and sin, we don’t live ......Read the rest...

...Let's listen to the Adamantite who radiates his glow Although he may be riddled with cracks that are deep They never reached the center, they never went that low Instead of tarnishing his worth, t......Read the rest...

...Was it really raining outside or was it just in my head? Were those pearls from above actually cascading down? Or was it just my sorrow letting my hopes drown? Pathetic fallacy burst forth f......Read the rest...

...Mother of us all Powerhouse of all life Goddess of the gods She is the Bird of birds The Beast of beasts The Fish of fish The Amphibian of amphibians The Reptile of reptiles The Bug of......Read the rest...

...Listen to the sound of my fading link and a dying breath Our poems are more than just words That's the world we live in are more than walls with doors that we need to walk through , Life is a ......Read the rest...

...Let's not brag about begging free Long gone are the days when tears would drop We no longer see the light at the end of a tunnel That s why our eyes are blinded to the truth As we became night cr......Read the rest...

...In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph, Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine spark, And women in furies pour vessels into fra......Read the rest...

...They were exhibited as strange curiosities, They all had a face, a name, an identity on this land soiled by negrophobia. They looked without seeing, their eyes lost in the ruins of their humanity......Read the rest...

... “Upon Waking” Slumber has its upsides while the outside runs around like a split fowlyard, cacophonous pecking at each other and at the ground… Elsewhere, like d......Read the rest...

... ”Flowers are the creator’s finishing touch, perfection in last strokes of His brush.”Quote - Poet’s own Zinnia awakes in the morning mist Awa......Read the rest...

... "Unreasonable Reasons for Fighting Dragons: Off Planet, Exiled" I could write something beautiful for you, like outside the windows the raindrops slide off tips of green leaves there......Read the rest...

...Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip. Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon? Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias, the......Read the rest...

... The ancestral savannahs of my people Are still alive in the unseen horizons Our grandparents have told us many Wonderful things about our tribe Before they arrived, we were here On the banks......Read the rest...

...Into the darkness I drove the line. With sudden persistence I stuck their spirits. Questions arose about my faith. Under the shadows the powers of the air quake. Through blended fields I struck t......Read the rest...