King Poems - Poems about King

Just now I’ve met somebody beaux, whom I perceive to truly glow —(oh! anxiety—oh! fitful fret!)— Somemany beaux (just now I’ve met!) has flicked a spark of gaiety O’! Fitful fret! O’ Anxiety! for outfits worn—For, mask and mark of gaiety has flicked a spark to illumine a free soul born for mask and mark, for outfits worn, and who’d begun “woman”.—Hu(man?): A free soul...

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I will walk your path But never to tread on your steps. In silence, I will echo your cry And on my shoulders, I will carry your burden. My smile is of your laughter and joy As I will in all days and nights Gaze in your direction. For through the mirror in my eyes I will treasure your journey never swayed in...

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Owa Clement Adesuyi Haastrup Ajimoko III by Adejola Joseph Sagacious king Prudent king You are an embodiment of knowledge Encyclopedia of principles One in a trillion A king with an uncommon grace I jealous your star my king A king like no other Ade a pe lori yin sir Bata a pe lese yin Irukere a di okinni my...

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Since the elderly king greatly loved music, his court esteemed it, too; As sun and moon smile on myriad colors, during the butterfly revue. The king was well loved and jolly, with the queen, always by his side. He ruled with caring. Like rainbow hued peaks, where indifference died. His glorious reign had been lengthy, and the vast kingdom...

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"Oh King Charles Philip Arthur George, how do I see thee? Let me count the ways... Tho' beauty is only skin deep, and in the eye of the beholder, or so we have been told, yours is more, it goes to the bone, a sore sight for eyes to behold, now you have acceded to the throne. As, like diarrhoea, it seems, it runs in...

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You wear a crown forged in centuries of silence, Not of gold, but of tears—each gem a wound, Each jewel a stolen breath from lands unnamed. The sun never set on your empire, Charles, But neither did its shadow. At seventy-three, you ascend a throne Built on the backs of broken nations. Malawi mourns not your reign, but its own hunger. India remembers...

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Who was only one inch tall, raised in a lab since he was, well...small, doped on phenobarbital, escaping o'er his prison wall. Tell me friend, can you recall King Mouse? Who lived in a tidy little hole, knew when the cat was on patrol? Though cheese and crumbs he stole, he never lived on the dole. Let's sing praise and extoll King...

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Singing and dancing, as the last to arrive, he outshone his brothers in the Jackson Five. Moonwalking across the stage, he was quite the fancy dancer, but what happened to his other glove, is a question no one can answer. Comparing the early to his later work, you can hear it when he sings, Michael the 'King of Pop', put a new complexion on things. But in...

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wannabe king smiles bluffing bold with empty hand yet in one last move, he plays the lone trump he holds ~ mighty king of spades, pyrite...

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A broken gate in the cemetery holds many memories. By Poet Walk through my gate at night, only with a full moon very bright. The hanging "Gossamer" from the trees is an eerie sight, I do not know if I like this invite. This "Ghostly" night may bring some fright, but in the end we will be alright. Look over there at...

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June 27 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 74-77 Key Verse – Psalm 74:12 For God is my King of old, working salvation in the midst of the earth. FAITH IN GOD WHO IS OUR KING God is our King, and by faith, we exalt His name As the Creator Who remains immutably the same Along...

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Hope enables me to see—through the eyes of my heart—things that are not yet. The most stunning example of this is the hope of heaven. - Young, Sarah. Jesus Listens--for Lent and Easter, with Full Scriptures (p. 10). Thomas Nelson. Kindle Edition. I didn’t realize how much I grieve until a friend said, oh… see the children, the...

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Twelve brave eagles dare face twelve proud lions topping his chair Nearby, the wolf lies with the lamb Scenes of peace ...

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Mr. Smith sat tiredly, long hours at his desk, by an old vacation photo, picturesque, and a stack of papers; another twelve-hour day, slowly, draining his lonely life away. He looked at the picture and thought he heard the voice of a tropical hummingbird that lived inside that aged picture frame, and, strangely, called him by his childhood name.  Could this be a...

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Life feels like a giant chess game you wake up already in motion making choices you didn’t plan on a board you didn’t build. What kind of piece are you, are you the King central, important, yet unsure needing protection and fearing the next move? Or the Queen bold, limitless, always thinking but tired of carrying too much without showing the weight? Maybe you're the Pawn quiet,...

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