Best Empress Poems

The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.

Exiled by the hypocrisy of...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these coastal
conch confettis want to
skip heartbeats with
peridot rhymes inscribed
as reefy runes?...

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Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted teeth disguise my disorderly brain, 
feeling lost in the mist, 
surrounded by drowned out voices.

Deceptive chanting charms plant everyday confusion,
with...

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A collaboration with Ink Empress, a piece we wrote for “Woman’s Day” for all the strong women warriors out there. Your strength is felt. 

“Untamable Clemency” 

Her heart is a 
chained haven,
for zestless intruders 
and fiendish foes, 
so tread delicately,
she is not a 
mindless marionette...

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When life parades a fine line 
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.

In my dreams 
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded by selfish acts from satanic spirits.
Featherless angels of twilight need tender pearls,
as gifts from the elusive self-centred sun,
when a jealous...

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Can't stop flashbacks
Can't stop vibrations
Vibrations like echoes
Vibrations irritating wounds
Wounds that bleed
Wounds that torment
Torment the mind
Torment emotions
Emotions of guilt
Emotions full of anger
Anger from the past
Anger from shame
Shame that's distressing
Shame that's intrusive
Intrusive images haunt
Intrusive like storms
Storms striking like lightning
Storms louder than thunder
Thunder that's frightening
Thunder causing self-destruction
Self-destruction of...

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She's like the night, a lampshade lit across the room 
also a rose in a summer garden always ready to bloom  
She's like a thousand stars surrounding the moon 
a celestial scene of beauty here then gone too soon 

Ink  Empress of the...

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“Wicked Web of Woes” 

Is there a reason
to rhyme when 
lifeless fingers
breathe toxic agony,
whilst disgraced 
quill suffocates
from wildering 
riddles swerving to
the stillness 
of calcified air? 
As today, my heart 
keeps pacing,
searching for a 
symphony of serenity-
amid wayward clemency,
and when the first star 
of the evening...

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Since you became an ingredient of soup,
you've become part of a talented group.
With metaphors that amaze and impress,
you've shown the dignity of an Ink Empress.

In a realm where verses of words delight,
you shine like enlightening gold moonlight.
A word weaver whose talent is clear to see,
selflessly supporting...

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Glass Throne – A Poem Collab with Ink Empress

Note:- Before diving into my Multi-media, Music video “Glass Throne”, I encourage you to first read the Lead Up poem below which is a collaboration with the popular Ink Empress.

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This is a lil tribute for our beautiful 'Ink Empress' as a token of gift, on this special sunrise, as it's her Birthday today ~ 

She has been the guiding light for my heart and soul, in my darkest phases as she has always been...

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"You can never kill a poet,
their words are engraved for eternity." Silent One

To the one who personifies my poetic heartbeats,
every time you abandon me, silence is my nemesis.
I'm like an inkless quill reciting a chorus of sorrow,
but my analogy of tears appears invisible,
in an anthology...

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She's a citrine pearl
empress of patience
sprinkling lilac stars
and rosemary balm
upon silver scars
above moon-kissed seas



Tableau written for picture 3...

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There is no escape from strange morning whims, 
when irritation causes numbness in my limbs.
Dawn has become an unwelcome nemesis, 
rage for sunrise an uncontrollable genesis,
disturbing the peace of my silent reverie, 
tormenting all that is felt as sensory. 

I despise the chirping of hungry...

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Still breathing lilacs in a lustrous trance.  (Ink Empress)

Solitary flower loosely clustered kissed by the morning sun 
you are the flower of the hour comparable next to none

Dreamtime beauty with a hint of lavender and subtle pink 
you stand out among the others like...

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