Best Coronation Poems
Over the west Sun dies, oozing blood,
The hillside glows in a ruddy blaze,
Pink and crimson fade slowly around,
And a pallid shade taints the twilight haze.
By and by, darkness descends like foggy mist,
Wrapping the Earth in a blanket of gloom
And God turns on his ornate chandeliers
To illumine the world in effulgent gleam
Attended by a cortege of starry maids
The Full Moon arrives in her glowing raiment
Evading the amorous presence of clouds
She enthrones herself before the royal regiment
So glad she is in her princely state
And in her fair mien, she takes delight
Bards and lovers have often been mesmerized
By such charm surpassing all that is bright
Beaming, she gives the night its nocturnal glee
Beckoning us heavenward to gaze and praise.
With benign grace and regal grandeur she smiles
On kings and clowns and on all the human race
She changes her contours with every unleashing night
Constantly renewing and reveling as a glamorous queen
She leaves the world aglow beneath the blue sky
Lending the night its unrivaled celestial sheen
April.13. 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
leaves of papered gold
a robe for the autumn king...
for a crown the stars
date: 9/8/22
(used 'syllable counter' website)
Coronation
I looked up at the azure sky
A figure glided up above
I sat and gazed to see it fly
As to create an act of love
It slightly dipped its wings to sway
I looked up in the azure sky
It closed its wings as if to pray
Projected body up on high
It stopped then swooped; I mouthed a sigh
To watch it swirl and set a course
I looked up in the azure sky
It picked up speed with all its force
Expansive wingspread ocher brown
The mighty Eagle zoomed on high
The regal bird bestowed its crown
I looked up in the azure sky
Andrea Dietrich Contest
January 29, 2016
May your reign be successful, your popularity soar,
May your country thrive, with peace and more.
Through history's lens, we see a king
Who's faced with troubles, heart and wing.
Revolution, war, and politics too,
The crown's weight heavy, a burden anew.
With every reign, there comes a test,
A challenge faced, a trial to best.
And though the past may be long gone,
The present's woes still march upon.
The coronation looms, a weighty day,
A momentous event, with much to say.
For though the crown may rest on his head,
The king must tread on paths unknown ahead.
The world outside is fraught with strife,
A changing tide that threatens life.
The monarchy's place, now questioned anew,
A balance found, yet untried and true.
The king must rise, to meet the test,
To find his way, to do his best.
To hold true to his duties, to his throne,
And to lead his people to the fortune.
For though the road ahead is fraught,
The crown must lead, with purpose and thought.
To show the way, with steady hand,
And to guide his people, through troubled lands.
We join and pray when the coronation nears,
That the king will rise, to face his fears.
To lead his people, with strength and grace,
And to hold true to the monarchy's ancient place.
With crown upon your head, a heavy weight to bear,
Best of luck to serve the nation being clever with care
May you selflessly lead, with noble heart and mind,
And work to heal the damage of the past, left behind.
Long live the king, may your reign be long,
May your rule bring prosperity, love, and song.
Some people like it a lot:
Royalty and all that rot.
My lineage, U.K. be,
But I do not bend the knee.
A Cinderella chariot,
Eight horses in the lead;
Two heavy looking crowns that seemed
Uncomfortable, indeed.
A scepter and an ermine robe,
An orchestra and choir,
With all that pomp and heraldry
Intended to inspire.
The royal family on board,
Except the ones estranged;
The military marchers
And the guests, just-so arranged.
Amazing to bear witness to
The history, the bling.
I joined the world to watch
The coronation of a king.
God save the queen played with flourish on a vibrant, color-soaked kazoo...
Winnie the Pooh is invited
A fictional figure, a child’s
Friend and now a king’s witness
No sword heaved from a stone
A cuddly toy bear among the elite
More important than you or me
More relevant, than economy.
A leader living a child’s fantasy
The king’s clothes of equal absurdity
Yet the reality, covered in pomp
Advisers see nothing wrong or
Too sycophantic; just go along
A coronation, sing his favourite hymn
Poor bonny prince, lonely, soul.
Imaginary friends answering the call
Crowning a commonwealth leader
What would your friends think?
Carry a teddy to the office on Monday
Unemployment the following week
Yet the king will sit on his throne
His wife and Pooh to share his power,
Riches, palaces and home. Reassures
The country's confidence in the few.
God save our 2.2 king and of course, Pooh.
David Cox 29/04/23
(Charles Philip Arthur George - b. 14 November 1948)
I had a cousin called Charles, said Aunty Olive.
Nice young man. That's him on our TV.
That's not cousin: it's King, said Aunty Lucy. It's King Charles.
Now watch it all on this TV. It's a TV, Olive, a TV.
It's nineteen fifty-three, isn't it? asked Aunty Olive.
I remember Victoria. There she is.
She's dead, said Aunty Lucy. And you meant Elizabeth. She's gone, too.
Now look at those oils. They're from the Mount of Olives.
Very posh, said Aunty Elsie. Olives.
Nothing to do with Aunty Olive though - she's here, right here. Ha-ha!
Do be quiet, said Aunty Olive. We're all different olives. Ha-ha!
And this boy is Prince Charles. Prince Charles.
Prince Harry, Olive, Aunty Elsie corrected. Not Charles.
Harry's the King's second son. That red-headed one.
Now, said Aunty Lucy, you must have heard of this chrism oil on this TV?
Oils of sesame, rose, jasmine, cinnamon.
Oh, yes, said Aunty Elsie. I've heard of them.
Neroli, too, and that benzoin, amber and orange blossom.
Oh, you do show off, our Elsie, said Aunty Olive.
We're not that Mr Shakespeare's three witches, you know!
But look who's here, Aunty Olive added:
That Prince What's His Name chap, that Princess royal.
Yes, said Aunty Elsie: Duke of Gloucester, Viscount Linley,
Prince George - that nice boy - and Princess Charlotte, it never stops.
And nor will this TV show, said Aunty Olive.
So let's watch this King George, er, Frederick, er . . .
Charles! Aunty Lucy bellowed.
Charles! Charles! Charles! Charles! Charles!
(6 May 2003)
(You may wish to see also "Trooping the Colour" of June 2022 and "Obsequies for a Queen" of September 2022; and Elsie appears also in "Aunty Elsie's Bathroom" and "A Rubbing of Hands")
Over the west Sun dies, oozing blood,
The hillside glows in a ruddy blaze,
Pink and crimson fade slowly around,
And a pallid shade taints the twilight haze.
By and by, darkness descends like foggy mist,
Wrapping the Earth in a blanket of gloom
And God turns on his ornate chandeliers
To illumine the world in effulgent gleam
Attended by a cortege of starry maids
The Full Moon arrives in her glowing raiment
Evading the amorous presence of clouds
She enthrones herself before the royal regiment
So glad she is in her princely state
And in her fair mien, she takes delight
Bards and lovers have often been mesmerized
By such charm surpassing all that is bright
Beaming, she gives the night its nocturnal glee
Beckoning us heavenward to gaze and praise.
With benign grace and regal grandeur she smiles
On kings and clowns and on all the human race
She changes her contours with every unleashing night
Constantly renewing and reveling as a glamorous queen
She leaves the world aglow beneath the blue sky
Lending the night its unrivaled celestial sheen
Feb.26. 2022
The Night Sky Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anna Marie Kaianah
rainbow of flowers
multitude of flags flutter
the sepals-accept
v-formation geese
the royal air force power
crown jewels fly high
crows in ebony
great britain’s bobbies whistle
corralling the crowds
reign of umbrellas
tutelary governing
until kingdom come
inherited solemn pledge
the sovereign’s soul on the ledge
I have to drop a new sensation,
without no regrets or hesitations
I will accept your admiration
I have a Crown with no coronation.
Look out world here I come
so much work to be done
I must be your Inspiration
I have a Crown with no coronation.
The biggest Crown of them all
destiny was calling, I had to answer
the call. Please!!! Please!!! Please!!!
Relax with all the protocols.
ladies looking to raise your station,
get in line in my formation
Remember, I have a Crown no coronation!!!
One fine day
Starting out on a journey quest
With only good and pure intentions
In your heart and mind
Wanting what is best incorporating
everyone
Be forewarned of the subtle danger
of falling victim of the temper trap
Of awakening having 1 bad day not
long thereafter only to discover
The very same once fire that stirred
your belly and set you upon your
desire to both journey forth and quest
Has now turned into dragon breath
spewing unfriendly fire
At anyone or everyone who dares
stand in your way or challenge's
your point of view
Of the world according to you
On your coronation day once safely
sat upon your throne wearing your
crown of thorn's
Coronation
By Michelle Morris
05/05/2023
I wonder how King Charles feels
On the eve of his coronation
Disquiet or fears about
Letting down our nation?
Or perhaps calm and optimism
Joy, peace and happiness?
Confidence and trust
In his coronation being celebrated?
For heavy is the crown
And powerful is the throne
We mark this occasion
The uniting of our home
An historic investiture
A celebration of this moment
Embracing the future plans
To connect us as a country
May God bless our King
And lead him beside still waters
Through every challenge
And every accomplishment
May the crown be lightened
By faith and guidance
May our nation instil pride
In our hearts and minds
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Death, my friend,
Is not the end of life
But
Life's coronation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 May 2022