Princess Poems | Examples of Princess Poetry

No one may ever truly see The storms you hide so silently. But you don’t need their eyes to gleam— You’ll build your crown from every dream. A princess now, a queen you’ll rise, With fire behind your gentle eyes. One day you’ll shine, a blazing star, Your light will heal the hearts afar. ...

Continue reading...

There was a young Lady who followed a Prince, then became a Princess when she kissed a frog, I don't know why — perhaps she's Di. This same young Lady married the dog, not a hog to marry a dog, she married the frog to catch a King, I don't know why — perhaps she'll die. There was a young frog who...

Continue reading...

Beautiful you’re my Queen; You wear a crown, not of gold, silver or metal; Your crown is your hair; Your crown is your eyes; Your crown is your smile; ~ Your heartbeat is the crown of life The breath of God He daily gives Your lips and mouth crown of love You taste the manna spread You are the Father’s heart Listen to what He’s saying ~ Beautiful...

Continue reading...

I called you my Magyar princess because of your smoldering eyes and dark hair but maybe you were just a woman who knew how to disappear while standing still. I got your number from your grandfather five years after you left on a trip to visit the Brandenburg Gate with a promise to return in the spring. A Florida area code, and a man’s voice...

Continue reading...

Mirror, mirror on the wall, how do you choose the fairest of them all? why do you get to pick apart every single person that never gave you the right? Snow White ate less and less apples until she became so thin a gust of wind could’ve blown her away and she needed a strange man to save her What if he tried...

Continue reading...

Long before you were born, long before your great grandfather was born, in the time when magic was approximately eight times more plentiful than it is today, there lived a family in the remote part of a forest.  There was a mother, Mrs. Slimbones, who was a witch, and there was a father, who was...

Continue reading...

Butterfly princess landed in the garden on a warm May day She isn’t local, must be from an ever land far far away Her gown was refined, with corals, lavenders and sky blue She had dainty features, and wore a silver bell on each shoe. Tinkling while she walked, she approached the lilies first. They needed a drink, so she...

Continue reading...

Finally Tomorrow So it's finally tomorrow which I thought would never come but here it is and so are you my heartstrings softly hum with all the love you give to me that I greedily take to you this thing I do avow Your heart I'll never break I could never get enough these feelings soft yet strong and rough wrap 'round me...

Continue reading...

The color of grace and divine femininity The color of my silk sheets and dainty clothing Pink is like a flower The color of love Pink is the color of who I am and who I will forever be ...

Continue reading...

And if I were no more than the brook that flowed Neath' the azure of your skies Would not the warmth of your heaven Touch the surface of my waters Be the season spring or summer And if my lone voice was lost upon the winds with the whispering of M'lady's name Would it not give pause to thee? What of the grassy meadow Where the...

Continue reading...

True beauty, indeed (to the number-theorists), reveals the distribution of the primes. Beauty, too, is courage, the defiant fists of a defender that we praise in rhymes. Beauty are oaths, that Prince Hector all times keeps shielding city, child, and princess bride; ...

Continue reading...

A lonely, pale Princess Waltzing in the sand Sun streaked, flowery hair Floral print, flowing clothes. The lonely, pale Princess Fragile but aloof Wants to walk alone in the beach Waltzing on the sand The lonely, pale Princess Not as perfect as can be Demons clipped upon her wings Bloodshot eyes from tears The lonely, pale Princess Floral print,...

Continue reading...

they called her cinder, called her dust a girl to scorn, a thing to crush but embers sleep and coals still burn and wicked hands will take their turn she sewed her gown from moonlit screams spun silver thread from shattered dreams the glass upon her feet was red from all the tears her hands had bled the ball was bright, a golden...

Continue reading...

deep in the woods where shadows creep where tangled vines in silence sleep a princess walks with weary tread a crown of thorns upon her head her name was whispered, then was gone like morning mist at break of dawn a cradle lost, a fate unwound no kingdom left, no king was found the stars once swore to guide her home but silent now,...

Continue reading...

I the heaven's daughter, Reign upon the golden land. Heaven's and earth enter my sleeves, How could a phoenix envy a sparrow? ...

Continue reading...