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...

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December 25th-  The Christmas Wedding

Head-to-head,
Surrounded by seasonal silver bells
Scarlet passionate pink poinsettias sit
Foliage scenery 
Entwined by Christmas and Wedding bliss
Frosty winter weather warmed up...

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She saw my pain and gifted me a crown
and named me Queen when I felt like a clown
She sent her gift cross the many miles
And...

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art inspires me, Van Gogh fascinates me! 
                                 
   ...

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Beside the sea i wait~
the dreamy dawn to shine
and paint horizon's hue
in tawny, taupe and teal
unveiling vivid view.

Beside the sea I wait~
the early birds in...

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'Twas the twilight of the year, a twinkling tiara,
December 31st, digits dancing dunes in the Sahara.
One, two, three, one, two, three, it's a prance,
A numerical...

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It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did. ...

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Words of poetry are like flames of incense burning in time,
taking you through chambers of treasures,
on an odyssey of goblins and dragons,
of mermaids and elves.

The...

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filigree shimmers
sunlit dewdrop tiara
graces summer rose...

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Angelica

curiously peering over a cloud
   Angelica stepped a bit too far
      wings fluttered and disappeared
   ...

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Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places, 
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly...

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Image: Cloud Fantasy, by Susan Lawrence

On spring's green carpet I repose, revitalizing the soul
passing slow minutes pondering the sky

The lake whispers a morning meditation
as memories...

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Is there a junkyard for old tiaras and outdated ball gowns?
Where does Beauty go when age has taken her crown? 
Removed atop her head and...

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"Like a shooting s t a r,
         plunging from lunar fields of lavenders,
  to touch the...

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Starkle, Starkle Little Twink


Starkle, starkle little twink
what the hell you are, I think
tantalizing hanging moon
rocking chair or empty spoon.

Twinkle, twinkle, ain’t you cute
glitter on night’s...

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