Diana Poems - Poems about Diana

They dressed it in flashing lights and sirens, A crash in the night, the tunnel’s iron silence. But oh, I knew—it was never the speed, It was the order, cloaked in noble creed. I was not meant to love beyond the bloodline, Not him, not us, not a heart outside their shrine. A kiss under the moon became sedition, And in their...

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Your beauty like Rare gemstone Dazzling radiance....

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The poetry of the sapphire in your stirring eye's oceanic grace, a strand of pearls on your regal neck of a soft swan, on a lake of symphonic dreams splendor gliding in your grandeur. Our Diana, your presence of ladylike style and fashion, you spoke in feminine melodies. The people's princess, we loved you from afar, your sandy colored hair coiffed elegantly, charitable and caring humanitarian. Tiara of...

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The only game to be found was one tiny runt Goddess Diana was sent by the gods to help with the hunt The forest was amazed at her animal power She unleashed cumulus clouds who brought down a shower During the storm beasts came tr to the meadow Many fabulous specimens were leveled by bow Can you come again soon? Asked...

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Princess Diana was born in England and died in France. When she was in a car wreck, she didn't have a chance. She divorced Prince Charles of Wales just one year before she died. Diana was only 36 years old and her death was mourned worldwide. When somebody dies that young, it's always hard to understand. She did charity work...

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Dearly beloved, we knew she slayed poverty Inching her way to paint and sketch Night alone would not feed her passion, she Answered to no one about her dreams, for Heaven held stairway anyone could climb. Day became electric as she stretched Illuminated passages by her hands, And landed on rich grounds, fore tilling another Nothing and no one strayed her from The...

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Some know her as Princess Diana of Themyscira She jumped onto comic book pages in 1942 Thus, she is eighty years old, but always drawn as much younger Super powerful, taking on villains in a fashionable way We recognize those legs and the high red boots She has a magic lasso that holds the bad guys in place On November 7th,...

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The paparazzi didn’t kill the Princess Di… but snapped her last rites! Written: May 2014...

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Dear Darling Diana A tear in the eye forever through your soul I starve for your body, your smile, a soul through the night joined together, I offer you we melt into one passion. True as your pulse disguise You’re the reason why I’m crying Separated now, I miss you now so We’ve gone unto the wrong direction No longer valued nor protected Where is our grace What...

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Warrior goddess Diana the huntress With quiver on back Arrows flying straight and true Target in her sight. ''Q'' Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France 28/09/2021...

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Birches took a vote after the child left the forest Next time, two wanted to capture her, to keep her always Ninety-six others voted this was wrong. The magical birch had a new idea. Let me create a phantom child who will traverse the river. She will be seen only in moonlight, and she will laugh like this one. Her titters...

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She moved like no other two-legged creature. The wolves kept their howls on reserve, watching. She was stealthy, determined, made her way quickly. Reeds and grasses whispered her name in low breaths. It is the Goddess Diana, a cattail shared with Luna moth. Luna moth had never seen such a beauty; she was exquisite. Daughter of Jupiter, oak said to acorn....

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Diana asked father to change her into a mighty, formidable centaur. He was surprised; she would not relent his determined child, his star. So he sent her to the wizard, who had spells to do most everything. Wee wizard changed her into a centaur and gave her arrows that zing. Arrows were magic, but he knew she would need...

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I see her walking in front of my shop. Wears a Miniskirt, Worried face, Skin and bones. Asking for change. I usually, ignore panhandlers. That day, while looking for change. I asked: What’s your name? Diana Murphy Diana Mary? How you know my middle Name? Mary? it is a beautiful Name. Only a few people call me by that name. Her eyes full of water. We had a...

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Fairest Diana: an Epitaph for Princess Diana by Michael R. Burch Fairest Diana, princess of dreams, born to be loved and yet distant and lone, why did you linger?so solemn, so lovely? an orchid ablaze in a crevice of stone? Was not your heart meant for tenderest passions? Surely your lips?for wild kisses, not vows! Why then did you languish, though lustrous, becoming a...

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