Castles Poems - Poems about Castles

...You live in sapphire-decked castles. You wear soft muslin clothes. The snugness of mundane wealth, like the termite, eats you up. Though you care less for God, in his name, you dare to take oaths. ......Read the rest...

...I've toiled in shadows, my hands calloused and worn, Laboring silently, my spirit tattered and torn. For the promise of pennies, I've bent my back low, While the masters of plenty reap what I sow.......Read the rest...

...In whispered words, on parchment old, Or campfire tales beneath the stars, Stories unfold, a world untold, Where hearts take flight and leave their scars. From grand adventures, battles bold,......Read the rest...

...“Know your value. Confidence breeds success. Act like the person you want to become, and people will start seeing you as that person.” -Mark M. Ford Despite the circumstances......Read the rest...

...The chance to love is born from the silence of a divine verse, An altar in the firmament where heaven shares its secret with the grand void. A lost art among the golden pages of a celestial book, ......Read the rest...

..." Life is the story of men who have strived, won or failed and of hearts that keep yearning against all odds" ~ By Poet Like a pearl locked in an oyster, You have sealed your hea......Read the rest...

...Cracked castles are in dilemma. whether to fall or stand Waters whirl like a lake and sea, with a lean sign of land. Among the carcasses of beasts lie humans, as though mixed In destiny's destruct......Read the rest...

... Quote: Do you ever wonder why we build castles in the air? Perhaps, it's to soften the blow of a harsh world that never seems to slide nor adjust to our individual expectations. Ever......Read the rest...

...Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity. I grew up among the repetitious homes, isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity, the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome. Repug......Read the rest...

...It was just this morning. That it was. At the table there sat only three. There was Tux, the foam Linux penguin. The others were my oatmeal and me. I never do tire of oatmeal. But the peng......Read the rest...

...oh dear, what a lovely day was it, wasn't it? running across the sea, flying through the gates and castles, keeps of fears and madness... growing the pretty flowers of your own. oh love, ......Read the rest...

... A haughty guy, closing his eyes, Thinks that he is very wise. Building castles in the skies, After false prestige, he flies. Advice of others he bluntly defies, As a man of half knowledge,......Read the rest...

...Days of Youth In the days of youth when hearts were bold, on tender feet, we danced with joy unbound. Brimming with hopes and dreams, we saw the world as a beautifully exciting playground......Read the rest...

...Leisurely sat on a busy beach A hive of noise and activity A collage of shifting Shape and colour form Just casually surveying the view I felt the hot intense expanding rays Of the sun Scorc......Read the rest...

... The writer's quill, a humble thing it seems, A feather plucked from some forgotten fowl, Yet dipped in ink, it spins a world of dreams, Where heroes rise and empires rise and fall. Wi......Read the rest...