Best Throne Poems

Enduring in the gullibility of your
vacuous domain
Where viciousness stretched its cruel chains,
and vain vows cast in silver lined threads
were soft enough to soothe,
but sharp enough to shred.

I followed the fractures, fine as hair,
witnessed truth crackle through oxygenated air.
Your crown — little more than gilded dust,
from...

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An empty throne – Part 1 of 9

For this of castled velvet throne
A queen does weep a single tear
Bleak shadows of this night have grown
To cast upon her heart this fear

Reflection polished marble floor
Her silhouette of humbled reach
Now shutters via nightmare’s pour
Alone of bridges fought...

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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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An Empty Kingdom 

The news did spread, a kingdom’s will
For sorrow placed its shadowed hand
‘Pon castle steps the crowd did fill
As heart break took a firm command

The skies, a darkened clouded stain
As children wept in mother’s fold
Now lost amidst a dismal rain
This hour of sadness...

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I'm the lion-hearted fragrance of basil stars, 
breathing blames like the Goddess of Hurricanes, 
but, was this twilight throne, ever mine to tame?
I'll forever bleed upon the chess of lies and life, 
for, my plea is an inkless riot of ruby stains ~
evermore, kissed by...

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Elizabeth’s Throne

You still sit on England’s grand throne!

For sixty plus years crown you own!

Your subjects all wait—

Will you abdicate?

Will Charles make it to the King zone?


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved


~1st Place
Contest: Long Live the Queen
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged: 06/06/2015


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Standing in a foreign nation, fragrance from a fresh cremation
Lost and long forgotten by the beasts that roamed my home
Nights are dark and gloomy but the tundra’s so damn roomy 
Here is where I want to be so leave me standing here alone
Here I stand...

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Shall I entertain you for a while?
Make the thunder clap and hilltops smile.

The brooks may babble along the way.
Men will realize they are made of clay.

I'm the creator of everything.
Without my breath the birds wouldn't sing.

Men now believe they created me.
Laudie da thoughts what will...

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An empty trace – part 8

The shaman held the vial near
it trickled slow into the glass
A shimmering this welcomed tear
as precious moments came to pass

He shook it slow with tempered stroke,
the gem, his staff, once more did glare
Again the incantation spoke,
an emerald glow was everywhere

“Return...

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An Empty Circle – Part 5
 
A clearing they did enter slow,
though haste was of the days found deed
Beyond the waters chanting flow
of driftwood doors and ancient weed

There stood a man in beard of white,
not startled as they entered sure
His staff possessed a jeweled light,
a...

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Before diving into the music video ‘King on a Throne,’ above, 
I encourage you to first read the poem  ‘The Glass Throne,’, below which serves as its preamble.

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An Empty Heart – Part 4

Their faces bounded, fear and strife
For none did want to feign the truth
His precious queen of stolen life
Now taken, lost among the proof

The king he watched through shuttered eye
Seen worries drown of tears long traced
His heart now falling, stoic sigh
Thoughts...

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An empty throne? ~  Part 9

“My queen, we feared we’d lost you so”
The healer said in joyous speech
“When here the shaman does bestow
these wishes that we do beseech”

“What have you done, how can this be,
my broken heart can not withstand
You silly fools, why can’t...

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bowed before you once again
i’m worshipping you 
when i said i wouldn’t 

bent in half
i’m surrendering both my dinner 
and my fears

knelt down before you
my legs tremble 
my hands and chin drip

hunched over you
i am obedient
under your tyrannical rules 

there will be no revolution today...

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Now, the time has come for bawdy things
from no other than our queen of queens.
	As she takes the throne,
	the crowd emits a groan.
This, the reign of the Queen of Obscenes.
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