Renown Poems - Poems about Renown

Most people aren’t blessed with all the zest Of money, power and fame, But live their lives in “quiet desperation,” As Thoreau once famously claimed. As for me I once believed I was headed toward the stars, But time has taught me well it seems, I didn’t get too far. For I didn’t climb the highest rungs Up the...

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Every day is a life on Earth. With a birth and death in essence. Time passing minute to minute. Like the slow burning of incense. The Earth with its dawn and sunset. Then the dreamy darkness of night. Reminds us of our own journey. Of finding our way to the light. The stories survive that have meaning. That lead us to the promised land. Where...

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I am no one of renown a face bereft of beauty to be forgotten a volumeless voice canceled out by the shouts of the vacuous crowds unnoticed like dust bunnies under the bed writing down words I weave together in my head which will remain unread spread like dead leaves from last fall the lifeless shells of ladybugs under the window a feather...

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Can any fonder love myself endure Than self-regard bestowed upon a name, Or for the cause of unrelenting fame Become a thing unpleasant to inure Myself, I think it wise, I must demure, And savor all the taste of dignity If takes the pleasure from my liberty, Then I shall suffer long to be obscure. I struggle for the loss of all that’s...

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A wearer of the crown Is trained to frown His monarchical gown. Not for democratized town People of renown Sometimes go down In assassinating ponds drown The Dirtiest, coffee brown Uneasy has to be the head That is with power fed Owner’s eyes, even in bed, Ever watchful and red. Uneasy lies the head, To the others their head....

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Tiny villagers inhabited Lilliput Island. Gulliver unaware found himself tied down became renown for being obese. written July 4, 2021...

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Some say she was always meant to be poor She was born into abject poverty By some strange quirk of talent … and luck She became so renown Everyone knows her By her first name. If, by some strange quirk of talent … or luck You became so renown That everyone knows You by your first name Would you forget us common folks Who helped you...

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Christ Is World Renown We know that Christ is world renown, And often saw Him wearing a crown; Did confide; Donkey ride, While he would travel town to town. Jim Horn...

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M-arch tenth early Friday morn E-liminates the cold night; L-ight from the burning beacon I-s setting your birthday aright. T-wilight turns into new dawn, the dark dusk has followed suit; A-llowing the day to break, bringing bright colors that soothe. P-oetry penned from the heart I-s causing you some fame; L-et lyrical gift give icon...

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Renown There was a pub in Taunton known world over And boy did it ever hop, good live music uplifted the spirits of the motley crew or was it the smell from the clouds of smoke? I tell you guys you could get stoned without ever smoking a joint yourself. The landlord known as Hopitty due to a gammy leg...

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World Renown Horn Haiku You will love my poems And have called them Horn Haiku Became world renown. Horn Heaven Haiku Great all things will be When in heaven you now are You have no address. God Horn Haiku God is great to know Best friend I have ever known You better believe. Church Horn Haiku Sing some song so great People will love forever Keep coming to church. Loving God...

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A Knight of no renown was he who rode a black and heavy steed; He wore death's steel at his side and sought the devil's where they hide! The war-horse knew his master well, with flanks like wings, they'd run through Hell; They crushed their foes in bloody ground, and sealed the fate of a Knight renown!...

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Here I stand alone upon this stage, You prance and mock, a beast to test, This night, ordeal, more like all the rest. Your burnt out eyes; defunct yet full of rage. I use your words, as fodder for my fume, “Low down hog and dirty dog, pathetic little prat”, Are you of any consequence at that? There’s no respite, compassion in...

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