Best Tiara Poems

This picture I pick is not her own,
It could be for a bimbo or a night trig. 
This picture with me is not her own,
It could be for a sissy or a bleaching wig.
This picture I hold is not her own,
It could be for a...

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Midday sometimes in class instead of learning algebra
While she should be calculating and figuring a formula
Her mind wanders aboard a moonlit gondola
Serenaded by a musician and his viola

She follows the enticing aroma of hot lasagna
Zigs instead of zags, could be seen as a faux-pas
She glides...

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I’m going through pages by pages;
Trying to see whether you have any acquaintances
Oh, look what I found
A mystery looking pronoun

The word I’m trying to forget
Though it might be a threat
To my mind and to my soul
Whether in or out of my sole

A girl with a...

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With trembling hands I tore into my gift
My heart a flutter at what I would find
Out of the box, tiara I did lift
Sent with love from subjects, loyal kind

And nestled there, what else did I espy?
Bejeweled combs to place in raven hair
My eyes filled up...

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I had a lover who played quite loyal,
I treated her as if she was royal,
but while my guard was down
she slept around our town...
I am now blood pudding at a mad boil.


04/22/2016
Limerick...

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In a tiara and wings
Zigging
Zagging
Bounding with being
I am a queen
Doing that little dance
That tells you
Everywhere I've been
Abloom
Abuzz
Bathing in
The pollen of play
Lapping up life
Nectaring
Dripping
Coiling to spring

You wouldn't know it
By looking at me
But I can fly!

And then comes the sting



9/21/2019...

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Your Tiara

 105 rhinestones glued into cheap elegance
 Trying to be more
 Silver plating, like your mind, chips
 Magical and awkward
 Worn to pressed dinner parties
 Invitations and assigned seating
 Little metal clips securing you your class
 So dangerous - Only a pin to hold...

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Your Tiara

 105 rhinestones glued into cheap elegance
 Trying to be more
 Silver plating, like your mind, chips
 Magical and awkward
 Worn to pressed dinner parties
 Invitations and assigned seating
 Little metal clips securing you your class
 So dangerous - Only a pin to hold...

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There are many vices
That have disgraced the tiara,
And many crimes
That secured its plethora.
Man has conveniently forgotten
What took place in the past.
Doesn’t the world know—
All this pomp will not last?

Three and one half years
Have been appointed for its reign,
Then our precious Lord
Will come back again.
To save...

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Rural outfitting here ruled by R. M Williams
Echo of city savvy follows me, prim shoe ballet 
Heel spin separates me, hair tied with ribbon
Your country bloke taste is easily swept away

My crystal hard eyes feign spark hospitable
Laughter on tap quenches your deflated ego
I assert our...

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A crown,
not always metal, not always bright,
sometimes, a halo of sweat-soaked hair,
earned beneath a scorching sun, a laborer's quiet triumph.
Sometimes, the delicate curve of a newborn's skull,
a fragile promise, a universe unfolding,
a reign just begun.

A crown,
the silver dusting of wisdom, etched in lines,
a cartographer of...

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The Tiara and the Crown



You know, this might be my most honest one yet.

I sit here in boxers… and I wonder:
Do I join in?
I know it looks fun—
The manager yelling at balls outside the zone.
And if I wanted to, I could audition.

And what about the...

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