Best Queens Poems
Rise Up
Rise up to the blessing of another day.
To all that awaits you this moment.
To all that will challenge you and enlighten you.
Rise up to the opportunity to live in your truth and appreciate the truth of others.
To make a difference and matter to those in your path and to those you never noticed.
Be awakened by the joys of opportunities both sought after and placed before you.
Rise up to the choices that you have the freedom to make and take delight in being the vessel to enforce them.
Embrace your beauty, your strength, and most importantly, your flaws.
Be courageous when faced with adversity and smile when you’ve conquered the impossible.
Rise up to your fears and shortcomings and face them with the belief that you are not the only one; you are never alone.
There is so much turmoil in the world today. Be that small ripple in the water that becomes the huge wave of hope and positive change.
Be that spark that ignites into a blaze of restoration.
Rise up to the responsibility of reminding our youth that they are royalty and should conduct themselves as such.
With the dignity and respect which is needed to be a part of resolutions and not part of our demise.
Although life has a way to often break us down, we must rise up to the realities of our destiny.
We cannot be broken. Our spirit cannot waiver. Our souls have been fortified with ancestry that embodied perseverance, power, and the will to praise God.
RISE UP KINGS
RISE UP QUEENS
We are backed by our foundation of greatness and all that we are facing in the world today is our foundation of inspiration and purpose.
We must be inspired every day to simply and deliberately RISE UP!
The other me you'd be quite surprised
She wears high heels, makes up her eyes
she parades around, singing lively songs
telling bawdy jokes where she belongs
Upon the stage, she's not alone
for in that bar, the stage, her home.
Dressed head to foot in sequinned gowns
the punters watch her earn her crown.
The greatest sight they've ever seen,
to them she is, the peoples 'queen'.
Every night there in that bar,
They come to watch her, she's the star.
She gives the punters what they want
Singing lively songs, to which they chant.
Then when it's time to close the doors,
she exits with rapturous applause.
They clap and shout and scream her name,
She revels in that loving fame.
When the show is o'er and done,
she's back to where she first begun.
She removes her wig, takes off her makeup,
and now it's time for him to wake up.
Oh there he is, where has he been?
pretending to be the people's queen.
It's back to some normality,
is she a he?, or he a she?
You see, the answer is quite clear,
She's a he and he's a *****.
Earning cash from having toiled
in late night bars,
burning midnight oil.
OF AN EBONY HUED MID-SUMMER NIGHT DREAM
(Apropos of We Kings, Queens, and The Fiery Furnace)
Indeed, this is a day the Lord has made:-
Considering last night’s revelation dreaming,
Waking up into this day the Lord has made,
I must enjoy and be glad for being still vertical.
Although “The Great Dream” may have been deferred,
Indeed, it has not been forgotten and deterred.
Oh, they may have murdered its dreamer, but
His and our liberation dream is immortal:-
Looking out over the horizon of our challenged life,
It is realized that we Exodus people have come a long way;
Survivors of the blood-stained shadows of horrific death:-
And we have come this far on the sojourn by faith.
Yes, we have come this far by an inherent faith—continuing
To maintain and sustain us in the present perils of our lives:-
And as African-Americans, surviving in this deemed “promise land”,
We’ve had and continue to have a special kind of relationship with God.
During our living experiences here during and after debilitating slavery,
We’ve seen, heard, felt, and responded to the Word of God in ways that
Are unique to us as an African people of God; for indeed, as chosen ones,
We’ve always been able to sing and praise God in truth and in holy spirits.
Reflecting on the truth of ourstory, it is realized that we are of a people
Whom many would have expected to have stopped singing and praying
A long time ago; yet, from generation to generation, we’ve just kept on
Singing and praising and trusting in the love of God and His redemption.
Indeed, sacred revelations continue to bring us from extermination
To exaltation, from degradation of dignity, from nobody to somebody;
With wide wondering eyes on the prize, we continue to sojourn onward
For our eyes have seen His glory as we have continued marching in His truth.
Indeed, we not only believe but know that in the savior’s favor
Life is and while our perils may endure here a little while longer,
We know that a liberating joyful stay here on earth is on the horizon
Promised by that very present help to those who live in good trouble;
Thus, let us not be exhausted nor deterred by the ghost tyranny
But with undying faith and spiritual strength, let us victoriously
Demonstrate that we are not of the children of Sisyphus’ fate;
But living reflections of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego:-
Tell me your reasons and I shall tell you mine; never ceasing stories, but!?
Sheltered as a child and kept from the world, to soothe anothers scars....
Crippled through time these lives; life, psychologically mauled in maimed
Precipitations blades, leading the way while as carving stones of gray's
Jetison retro metros hand over fist in, contemporaries fit; this ice age rain?!
Tears pouring from blood red clouds these pools of pain to walk their plank....
Pirates of the Caribbean playing cowboys and indians again; falling stars
Upon terrestrials planes, with their prehistoric stones shaped like guns and bows
Taking aim amid the night of celestial sorrows from whence, they came!?
Ancients heavenly spirit now gathering the winds atop times turbulent waters
Of crimsons crashing unto the carnelian reef of what was; hearts that bled
In yesteryears fears like icicles piercing their eyes, to shatter loves dreams....
Tell me your reasons divination and I shall tell you mine; this soothing sea
Menhir's painted carmine whispers from beyound the mystic, torn veil?!
Angels dusting bejeweled crowns as passage beckons; this beacon
Calling unto the once lost children of light, tis time to come home....
Put away the guns and arrows and swords and bows; tears, upon fading shores ~
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....“Kings & Queens II” *
Queens are all over, and there are festivals, parades, banners and stuff.
I wanted to be Corn Queen once, but they chose a girl from Council Bluff.
Our phenomenal state fairs have a bunch of pageants galore.
We watch these winners parade in with titles, banners, and more.
Miss Atom was fine, looked great in her huge science lab.
Everyone was glad she got it, for she had the gift of gab.
Ms. Plastic Surgery had lips that kept falling off,
So her title was given to Miss Whopping Cough.
The men have their own competitions, of course.
Some bring their own cow, their llama or horse.
Mr. Cowboy for the West part of the state,
Was given a chilly reception, being six minutes late.
Stripped of his title, it pleased his first runner up.
Who had also won Mr. Lassie and Mr. Buttercup.
Mr. Elf on the Shelf was irritated ‘because he thought he had it.
Mr. Emergency laughed, for he was named Mr. Bad It.
Mrs. Hostess Snowball wore snowballs strategically placed,
And Mrs. Not—Ever-Ready wore a corny veil ribboned with lace.
Queens and Kings, running around, winning titles fast and furiously.
To put on their resume’s or job applications? I am guessing curiously.
Not being in a pageant, myself, I truly do not understand.
But there are contests for queens and kings all over our land.
Showing off titles, and banners and stuff.
Here is Mrs. Wart Hog cemetery. Her hide is tough!
I come from the borough of Queens, New York
My classmates call me a Klutz and a dork
Those names pervaded my soul, taking a toll
Being at the bottom of the totem pole.
Then Dad took me to the town of Tortilla Flat
I walked into a store, bought a ten-gallon hat
I started talking like John Wayne, also bought some boots
It’s funny how a costume can make a mind slip its roots
The ranchers nodded with respect; I looked like them
Cowgirls smiled in my direction, one shone like a gem
She said there’s a rodeo at half past three
Come join us there, my friends and me.
I said sure, I’ll mosey down there
I’ll bring some popcorn that we all can share
When the time came, I walked into the ring
But through the wrong door, that was the thing.
Two guys lifted me onto a horse, and opened the gate
I shouted, “I’m not a performer!” but it was too late
The horse bolted out, then tried a somersault
I held on for dear life, couldn’t them girls call a halt?
They told me later, t’was the worst horse in the west
I flew over its mane, but it was a personal best
The crowd went wild, but I threw the hat on the mud
Dropped all the popcorn, wiped off the blood
The cowgirl looked adoring, said “that was so cool”
I looked at her, but my mood was cruel
Said “I’m a nerd from Queens, don’t want to pretend
Keep that dang hat, this all got to end."
Dad took me home, the worse for wear
He got me a baseball hat so nobody would stare.
I put it on backwards, I don’t really care
Buy the wrong hat, and it’s dangerous out there.
Compelled to tell her story
On her throne with pen in hand
A narrative of such glory
Revered through out the land
A story of a gentle breeze
Paired with a familiar essence
All who read the story agrees
It's been known since adolescence
Making it rhyme didn't take long
The Queen was filled with it's power
Everyone knew when it turned to song
The Queen was a Flatulent flower!
Trees move the muse of poetry art
Their beauty is a ballad of heart.Quote poets own.
Trees to me are charming queens of earth
Proudly they stand extending their girth
When springs young leaves upon branches grow
Whose heart could not be moved by the show.
Imagine the earth without a tree
How we would all miss the greenery
Trees have a calming serenity
An ambiance of tranquility.
Denuded trees standing in the stark
Are twilight’s fine silhouettes of art
Impressive displays of graciousness
Elaborate in their nakedness.
Providing a place for birds to rest
And raise fledglings in a cosy nest
Trees are the stage upon which birds sing
Sweetly in dawn’s chorus rendering.
Beneath the bark lies a tender soul
To us trees play an enormous role
They purify air so we may breathe
To fend for our need, trees God bequeathed.
Down in the deep of the underground
Are the roots holding trees firm and sound
With nutrients their needs to supply
So spring brings leaves that pleasure the eye.
Age does not weary trees easily
These beauty queens live on anciently
They hold secrets that were seen and heard
But never do they disclose a word.
Angels in snow
can not fly
Beautiful for the eyes
~
Angels in snow
do not sing
Sunshine diamonds
~
Angels in snow
a winter delight
We can create many
~
Angels in snow
sorrow and joy
Their hearts will burst
~
Angels in snow
will not last forever
Melts until spring
~
Angels in snow
White queens
raises your spirits
and
brighten our days
26.11.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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This poem was inspired by a wonderful day, I was privileged to be invited to her majesty the Queen’s garden party 2015 in the grounds of Buckingham palace.
Human nature thrives on praise, a thank you given with a smile,
It makes you feel appreciated, loved, happy, life feels worthwhile.
As a simple gesture by the most important lady in our land,
Inviting you to her garden party makes you feel simply grand.
Our noble Queen Elizabeth graciously sends out invitations every year,
To those in our society who have enhanced it with love, inspiration and good cheer.
The Queen appreciates there are those who make this world a happier place,
Helping those in need, the elderly, the sick, inspiring our young folk the future to face.
This world never has enough happiness, contentment, relaxation and cheer,
To those who provide this important ingredient in our lives, we treasure dear.
Look deep into your heart, is there any small act of happiness you can do?
However great or small, it will make you happy and others too.
Our noble Queen sets her examples opening her doors to welcome you all,
To those who give their love, dedication and support to life’s ever
demanding call.
The Queen’s garden parties are a shining light in this troubled world of ours,
It is further enhanced with a display of glorious flowers.
To many who have been blessed to be invited to this event,
It will be remembered as a day of happiness, awe and wonderment.
It is a once in a lifetime invitation for folk like you and me,
Not many get invited to go to Buckingham Palace and join the Queen for
tea.
Let us hope the Queen and her heirs will not stop this heart- warming event,
It unites the Royal House with our Nation, praising our good folk, sincerely meant.
On behalf of our visitors I thank you for inviting us here today.
These parties are appreciated; we all hope they will continue to stay
king and queens exist
royalty is out of date
sad, some still follow
She thought it will make her feel better
She found forever
Alone in the dark where he never left her
This thing it scares her
This dark terrifying endeavor,
where it could have her
Rinse
Bleed
Soak
Scream
Lather
Dirty is this Queen
But clean is how it will have her
Inside she dreams, of all the beautiful things
she will never be
These stupid destroyed beings
They have killed the Queen of all beautiful scenes.
DREAMS AND MINI BEAUTY QUEENS
Held hostage in yards of lace and taffeta, they stand stiff and poised.
Exhibiting a collage of
rhinestones and sequins sewn meticulously amongst every
frill and ruffle they rigidly
parade the stage.
This gala event of frenzied competition - the infamous
kiddie beauty pageant
Wearing pasty concrete smiles,
lost in confusing, tangled webs of lipstick and lollipop pops,
cheering and cheerios .
Moving with “Stepford” precision
motivated by soda pop,
sugar cubes and wildly
animated antics of off-stage parents.
A glitzy glamorous grownup world
of poise and fashion while
at war with a pesky tooth fairy.
Feeling one way but
primed to act another.
Behind false lashes,
coiffed hair, plastic teeth
the true innocent soul emerges.
Missed naps, fatigue,
the looming possibility of failure
guilt and disappointment
leaving trails of raccoon eyes,
and tear stained powder streaked faces.
Encouragement or exploitation?
A lesson in mastering self expression and confidence
or a lesson that true self-worth
dependant upon one’s physical appearance?
One must ask what true values are being taught.
I should have seen it coming
By the sad look on her face
Instead she had to say the
words
Right now I need some space
Standing by the open door
In her mind she's already gone
One foot tapping on the floor
To the beat of another's song.
It wasn't my first rodeo
And it ain't gonna be my last
I always get back in the saddle
but lately not as fast
Thank God there's a lot more
rodeo queens
Than riders at each show
Less broken bones than
shattered dreams
For those who love the rodeo.
But my daddy always told me
Steer clear of the rodeo queens
Cos they ain't nuthin but
trouble son
Dressed up in tight blue jeans.
I know of a queen
the fairest of all women
the piles of all beauty
her speech is comely
and she has no spot in her
milk and honey are under her tongue
Burning like a flame tongue
with words she ravish the heart O'
queen
her body secret is always with her
even king solomon has not seen in
his women
not because she is only wise and
comely
but because she preserves treasures
of beauty
If all queen astounds in all beauty
then i will not use my pen's tongue
to speak of her as the only comely
but i will write sun clear of not one
queen
but to all daughters of women
which a queen can be found in her