Prince Poems - Poems about Prince

He sits there, basking in the sun, Light is his home, where he fits perfectly, amongst the light, The shine of his curled hair, perfection as he is, He is joy personified, Heaven on Earth, too good for this. I have known him since creation, Loved him for always, and, until the day Hell raises and Heaven falls, He is mine...

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O Trump, bold Prince, who stirs the crowd, With thunderous voice, both fierce and loud, You grasp the reins where power flows, A lion’s heart that fiercely grows. In towers tall and gilded halls, You stand where empires rise and fall, A master of the public gaze, You walk through fire, yet set ablaze. Your words, like arrows, pierce the veil, To rouse the...

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Good night ladies and gentlemen I’m ready to sleep and dream again My silk bonnet on my head again Ceiling fan going strong my friend Good night hope you sleep long But if you’re in another time zone Then enjoy your morning or noon May your day be pleasantly consumed And if you’re looking for a test Enter my Prince Roger Nelson...

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Sam Mud Mafia dawg Prairie Rebel hound Soggy dog Carter Crumpled can of Faces on a map A map with lonely corners bent and creased Roaring fish at opening No more bedspins Not even a bed while living to belong Follow the fortunes to the sun West Coast pacific Island up Busters Dump scenes from Cotton Creek I watch with painted eyes and a helpful smile A burning...

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Cornichons The Cute Kind Tasse and Gobelet are lovers. Two beautiful peacocks. I made a wager on the horses ,but didn't wanna tell my friends. The woman said. She would listen to Organ music during the day often times she'd sing along with the words to the songs: she had an old book with songs,rhymns and poems in it. She'd get up early in...

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To the world, he may just be a man, Chasing dreams, with calloused hands. But to her, he's the little boy still, With scraped knees and a stubborn will. She watched him stumble, watched him grow, Held his fears she'd never show. In her arms, he found his start— A throne carved gently in her heart. His crown? Not gold, but strands of...

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A tribute to "The Little Prince," by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Little being, descending from your star, Your heart draws desert animals. And when night slowly unveils her altar, Your bright smile echoes like crystals. Little child, you gave your heart to a flower. Your volcanoes are calmly expecting you. While the traveller, you await in your tower, You catch sight of fertile maps within...

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What I know of Jesus, I've only heard, first, in childhood, when I was sent to church where we were taught the Bible and the Word,  but that was not the source of my life's search.  A man of compassion, he helped the weak, those whose lives with pain and illness were fraught, the outcasts, the disabled and the meek. Love and...

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Ah, behold Prince William in uniform, chiseled chin held high under ceremonial sunlight, a speech polished like his medals, echoing across parade grounds as cameras hum like obedient bees. “Duty, honor, courage,” he proclaims, as if reading from an antique scroll dusted off for dramatic effect. Crowds swoon. Generals nod. Newspapers burst into patriotic confetti. And somewhere, in mahogany offices, other leaders lean forward— inspired, invigorated, tugging at their tailored lapels, murmuring,...

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Sings the story at twilight When the moon is just rising, Sings a simple troubadour The short tale of life. How a fine boy, Born in a palace, A palace like crystal, Became a proud man. * You were born on a bed of flowers, Beside you, your father the king, Your mother, the queen And you,...

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Aloft in a world, Focused toward, Elaborate Strategies. Pushed to Our Knees, Bound by Principalities. Deceived by Fallacies, We try to please, Those affected, By the same disease. Addictions to Appease, Sifting through impurities, All the uncertainties, Echoing Symphonies, Of negative energies, Distorting the symmetry, Between you and me. Prince of Peace, Come set us FREE! Look around and you'll see, That's how we're trained to be. Programming you visually, Quietly, in front of a TV. Fear,...

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When the prince first stood naked before his new bride, his disappointed was a little hard to hide. Had he given all those red rubies just to get these tiny little boobies? Squire! Get the horses ready! We're going for a ride!" When the princess first saw the prince's little wiener, her pretty face betrayed an instant change in her demeanor. She...

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On this day in ‘58 the passenger door opened on a little red corvette as doves flew overhead His Majesty stepped out in platform heels, and booty- less pants, licked his fingers and summoned a Revolution, the beginning of his Purple Reign Bill Marable 6/7/21...

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Fallen angel. Great manipulator. Narcissistic psychopath. Predominant pretense. Merely existing. Demon. You have dishonest eyes. And a sinister grin. I didn't want to see this side of you. Even When I saw the glass as half empty, you'd pour it out. The walls went up to infinity. Believe what you want, you said. Your dark eyes. Your grappling hands. Your explosive anger. Your word baiting. Your mind s. Your love bombing. Enough with...

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Papa Noël was afraid to pass through on Christmas Day In the streets of Port-au-Prince. Bullets were being fired in droves Sporadically, haphazardly. Many people were hiding under beds Naughty terrorists are like dogs, hyenas in vile forests or deadly wilderness They are everywhere with big machine guns which are not made in Haiti The lawless bandits or God-awful devils...

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