Royal Poems - Poems about Royal

The dresses of many a distant phase, the casual attire of black and white, the lumberjack shirts that were once, my craze. The hoodies that hide me, both day and night, the caps that shadow me from day’s sunlight. The...Read the rest...

"birds care not for whom they sing"-- Silent One A bluejay comes ...roosting on the hilltop Its melody lilts for a bounty's heap And sprawl of September morn reels, nonstop While daylight bursts from an autumnal leap-- A season brimming...Read the rest...

This bard has fine perks,but he needs more work . A dude on Poetry states nicely writ. The remark was pleasant quite a nice perk. A lady says my poem is graceful. Many do state my poems are tasteful. Make...Read the rest...

Written By: D. Collins 5/25/24 Tupac once said he may not spark the change, but will spark the brain that will...... Right here and right now is what he was talking about. The protests are straight from...Read the rest...

Written By: D. Collins 5/22/24 My Boom-Box played this beautiful collab. Two blood brothers rapping like we never had. Talent is talent, and it ain't my fault. They mastered the 187 on an undercover cop. An...Read the rest...

All day ceremonies of dark's brilliance Led in by outstretched curtains welcoming, An appearance for my time's bleary dusk. The firmament from the red gloom nearing, Of sun's affection for the moon; wrestling. My limbs tumbling down from frosted heights, The...Read the rest...

The outward action received as red cardinals emerges singing on top of the bird bath releasing heavenly tunes while the four of clock flowers began to open as the church bell chime just in time...Read the rest...

The summer wind took us both by surprise capturing my smile as my dress blew in the breeze with such a floral ease my heart panted as we walked upon the shore laughing forevermore tomorrow...Read the rest...

In chambers lit by candle's glow, A sculptor stands, with brow alight, Where visions grand begin to flow, From marble cold, a form takes flight. With hammer's tap and chisel's grace, He breathes life In chambers lit...Read the rest...

The quill, once held by hand so strong, Now rests upon a dusty shelf, Forgotten tales, where they belong, No longer whispered to itself. Ink, once a wellspring, dark and deep, Has dried to flakes,...Read the rest...

The writer's quill, a humble thing it seems, A feather plucked from some forgotten fowl, Yet dipped in ink, it spins a world of dreams, Where heroes rise and empires rise and fall. With every...Read the rest...

The life that's long brings to a man a change Of those traditions then to modern thrill. May journeys, that we're staid, now rearrange To open thoughts and chance for a new skill. Does work march on by rules...Read the rest...

In the hallowed halls of healing, dreams were once sown, A path chosen by duty, not a path of our own. Driven by a mother's wish, I stepped in that domain, A journey prescribed, a white coat, a...Read the rest...

A letter to Sweden Every year, I say, Come August, I will travel to Sweden but when I go to buy a ticket, the price has gone up and I decide to wait until next year. Once, I met...Read the rest...

We need our "Eyeglasses",or we must learn to function in "Darkness"if necessary,and that is not liked,but can be adjusted to so that we can continue through faith to do what we need to do!"Some Doctors...Read the rest...