Monarch Poems - Poems about Monarch

Finish my poem contest, Sponsor Mystic Rose Rose . Posted 12/4/2025 ~~~ As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew   anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue   Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue  flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous...

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He is not a monarch Possibly an inquisitive moth His black lines are distinct, drawn on by a heavy marker reddish orange body contrasts with miniscule white dots He stays around a bit, curiously watching our discomfort...

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the Metamorphoses blamed it for the death of lovers who met under its branches for suicide the Old Testament believes blood from its fruit triggered war elephants to do battle against Jews wings peppered with color fold together when at rest ancient artists who became inspired made them immortal in stone insecta we share with flowers now praying to be left alone ...

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Gaius Julius Caesar was not a real people pleaser he tried to set himself up as a monarch but never made it past the Ides of March ...

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monarch butterfly drinks Maximillian's nectar.... fall's angular sun...

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Beloved monarch or milkweed butterfly, Your migration may mystify, ...

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she appears only when there is a double rainbow so her presence is discovered more often in Australia tonight she appeared in full colorful glory she spoke not one word which we understood as she is not a mere faerie, she is a monarch faerie a butterfly, who has crystallized from another dimension she flits and flutters, showing delightful delicacy We watch...

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Sunlight in a blue sky Dapples in and out of cottony grey clouds Warming then soothing in turn Two retiring humans under a tree Amid a hundred shades of green As a large yellow monarch The king of insects Glides and flutters by With a sense of purpose and delicate grace In perfect juxtapose. (7/30/24) ...

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Monarch butterfly Fluttering with grace and ease Nature's beauty shines Wings of orange and black Guiding them on their journey Through sky and through fields Majestic and free Symbol of transformation Monarch butterfly ...

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...or It's good to be the king! What was't made King Cole Such a merry old soul As he sucked on his pipe, And he supped from his bowl, And he fiddled around With three young court musicians? And what was the role Of his missus, Queen Cole? Was she under a table With a lad from the stable Who was told he'd be able To upgrade...

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I had never seen such a regal crown It was sparkling full of jewels Looked like it was freshly polished It belonged to the Grand Duchess grandpa said Auguste Victoria, German’s finest queenly monarch I could tell that he had been smitten How did we get it, Grandpa? My great-great-grandfather would never tell he said. We smiled at each other, knowing our family...

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Hula dancers swaying, Bring your family, and your friends, come one, come all, drums beating. Paradise hours, The Merrie Monarch Festival, flowers. Amour, that's magical, lure. Hula dancers swaying, The Merrie Monarch Festival, lure....

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Street light blinks in timing, winking at the seeker kind. I am an outlander from another place another time. Everyday signs, give arcane message, a decrypted and privileged- visage-bestowing-vestige. The wind flirts in it's honor with his hair, his cheeks rubbed like a genie's lamp...

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A mighty monarch had a dream, the kind that makes men stir and scream. In mid-earth grew a large, strong tree, It was so tall that all could see. A holy one gave the decree, to cut down and destroy the tree, but leave the large stump in the ground, with bronze and iron fetters bound. The mighty monarch was the tree, to...

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October days with overcast; hauntingly dreary skies Underneath which; I am drawn to your essense breadthwise Strong Northwest winds, become the summers greenest leaves demise Your Auburn eyes; are my vision of monarch butterflies Floating on air, gliding; you touch my arms thwartwise Authentic are our feelings; shared, with no disguise Recharging each other's batteries; in the ways we empathize Your eyes...

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