Queen Poems - Poems about Queen

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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In Savannah's heart, where wild things play, A wanderer roamed, lost in a dreamy way. He searched for wonder, for magic in the air, And found the Queen, with beauty beyond compare. Her eyes, like stars, shone bright and fair, Her touch, like warmth, banished all despair. The wanderer's heart, once dry and gray, Now beat with joy, in a brand new...

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There once was a sleek silvery sardine Who dreamed of marrying a svelte eel queen With his heart ever lurching, Swimming through seaweed searching In an olive oiled tin, he was last seen. ...

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The suns had never had a queen before But it was an idea the solar system did not deplore Matter of fact, some planets thought it was the way To honor a sun who was merry, joyful and gay They held a contest and the willing female suns strutted in One of the older ones had spittle sliding off her...

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A regal fairy queen rides by upon a puff of air, her silky garment billowing in wisps of soft blown flair. Beneath bright beams of golden sun she rides through meadows green upon a tiny unicorn, but so seldom are they seen! Her light-colored horse is elegant, a beauty such as she. Exquisite in its form and grace as all magic things should be. A lovely metamorphosis beguiles...

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Oh Moon, the shining lantern of the sky! The brightest light set ablaze in the dark! Glorious boon, heaven freely granted! Committed guardian of the night! You appear each night to lead the wayfarers, The ones lost in the labyrinth of darkness Shed PHOSPHOROUS beams of light on their way You stay aloft in the firmament in deep solitude, Amid clouds that CASCADE...

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Gold lives between silver and copper. With a whimsical touch of yellow, and a hint of orange. Not brazen, but glitzy. Not warm, but confident. She loves to be worn in glitter and gilded mirrors. Is irritated by that copycat gold leaf. Loves it when she is used in bowling balls or jewelry. Necklaces and earrings and rings look royal with her...

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Although she looked like a dainty delight That gorgeous faerie queen was not quite right Bad-talked people before they were out of sight She was grouchy and mean, all day and night Her green eyes were glowing, extremely bright She had blonde hair that was curly and light She appeared two weeks ago just past twilight What comes from her mouth simply...

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Was John Lennon crossing the line, mucking about, burning his bridges, or bucking the palace, a fine sign of the times then, in 1969, not often seen, when returning his MBE to The Queen? ...

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There was once a Queen Who sat on her throne Behind closed doors Giving orders, abusing and casting spells The staff rebelled and chucked her in hell Where she remains still spitting poison. ...

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Come, dance with me, my Celtic Queen, by Luna's grace, two lovers seen. Into the night we sing love's song, in passion's embrace we both belong. On the breath of desire I hold you near, You are the flame to which I steer. We dance through the stars ever shining, silver passion is never dividing. Oh, glory divine, your beauty does shine, each night...

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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...

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There was a young man named Fred (the tooth fairy lived in dread) a wild flamboyant from afar the spice island Zanzibar a singer he'd been and sang a good song with four-octave range in the band called Queen tho' considered 'strange' with plus four in the upper jaw he had more teeth than most once nicely depraved now dead and gone when he gave up the ghost shuffled...

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Retaliation-the action of harming someone because they have harmed oneself, revenge~ protectionism invites retaliation—def it is what it is ...

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there was a young cat named Dom who every spring chased the queens with aplomb one day he was taken to the vet and lost his best asset and now Dom is no longer a Tom ...

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