Queen Poems - Poems about Queen

songer.co/song/pkxe5d33ackl9jknz4ucezf1 [Verse 1] She walks in slow, like a storm that won’t break, Got eyes like ash and a mouth full of ache, Dressed to kill, in some kind of spell, She’ll kiss your lips, then drag you through hell. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t need your love, don’t want your name, She lights the match and walks through...

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Villanelle of a Metal Queen (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson I just don't know where else to start to tell you of this love of mine she is the beating of my heart these feelings that I must decline I just don't know where else to start the memories both sweet and tart hold feelings that I would enshrine she is the beating...

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I’m strung out on another world — a woman wired tight. Music spills from my fingers, runs down to my toes. One pill — and it all slips away. I tumble down the rabbit hole. But I’m not Alice. I’m the Queen of Hearts. I’m not looking for a way out. I’m singing all the wrong words, losing my tempo — my lyrical lyre abandoned on the floor. Still,...

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Some late blooming occurred in the seventies when 'Hey Jude' and the sunshine in her head went public. She settled into a craft shop, gently molested by Applejack and Californian Skunk until a self-image exploded. An aftershock of rainbows continued. Ruckle lips roam a now manic makeup. Gainsborough hats trump frizzy kablooey. On the boardwalk, she stands palimpsest, a fragmented journalism of more colorful times. She...

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Baby we're still young Vibrant and promising I promise you Together we can grow strong Before we get old We can correct our wrongs So let the bond be strong, holding onto each no matter the circumstances. Let's stay locked in Together we'll build Our own empire I am the king and you are the queen Ruling our...

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What's up miss popular? People know about your greed Ya, got the text. The "Hey, dotard, don't talk to me freak," The average joe, and those silly electronics" Please, Click Itch, labeling others as the smelly geek So many countless hours cushioning in luxury Preparing to feed your lust, her dinner platter ...

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water gives us life she uplifts us rejuvenates us keeps us connected her baptisms her wet coolness her willingness to share keep us fresh essential loving water as important as air they both keep us alive without them, we would not exist we owe much to water she is our hero our queen our connection to faeries and angels....

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her eyes are blue her thoughts are green she rules with madness the snowball queen heightened anxiety her feelings are keen off with their heads says the snowball queen...

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Inspired to write. Right? Rise up Queen ?? Take in the Scene you have everything you need to succeed no more heartbreaking, blood flowing, anxiety filled recollections of the past. Coming into my womanhood letting go of the pain at last?? This is the year I no longer fight the devil on his level. His ceiling is my...

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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. ...

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The queen of Sheba was in shock that Solomon had concubines in stock. Seven hundred, in fact, he said with pride not including several wives on the side. Even in a year’s time, she calculated, no more than half could he have satisfied, the other half envious and frustrated. ...

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O kabab merchant, thy skewer! Fresh fish on the line! And, moreover, in a blur - Life, be unrefined! Tangled are the strands of Fate? Causality, roam! Make a meal of small, ye great? Lie down in the loam? Well, we hope not, young fellow. Let's keep it mellow. Otherwise the killing blow? Mine or thine below? That is how it tends toward. Yes, but why this time? O...

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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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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...

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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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