Throne Poems - Poems about Throne

They wear no crown, no armor bright, Yet rule the day and shape the night. With whispered words, a gentle sway, They bend the will and guide the way. Men boast of thrones, of iron hand, Commanding all across the land, But fail to see the softer art— The power held within the heart. Through silence deep and knowing glance, They weave the threads...

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He spoke to Atoms in the night. "Come together and let there be light! Neutrons and protons "Bond for Me! Electrons come, make Me the Sea!" He sprinkled stars into the night. To fill His children with delight! He reached into the rich earth sand. And there created His first child Man. "Just one child!" He said "Won't do! I desire to have...

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Once on a day of ice and cold I set out to build my home a throne Dead cold pricked my skin And reminded me of its breath I sat upon a polished rock of guilt But that too wanted me dead Through more nights and days then I could count I built the best seat in man Not gold it was made...

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I strolled into Hell like a VIP/ Satan said, "what's this nonsense I see"/ "Bro, I out evil you", I smirked with glee/ Then he rage-quit chess, forfeiting to me/ God gasped, his jaw hit the floor/ "I designed Satan, what is this lore"/ I shrugged, "he misplayed the Sicilian once more"/ "Then fell for a joke about the grocery store"/ He plotted...

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My days are vibrant, for your love I own, Like twinkling stars, your touch makes my heart shine. In my heart, your love continues to grow. Rather than whine, my lips to wine incline, My heart now sings, no more weighed down by groan. My joy extends from dawn past twilight’s glow. Doubt fades away; love lifts me from below. Losing your...

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King T'Challa, with suit sleek and black, Tried to sneak up, but tripped on a snack. He tumbled and rolled, His dignity sold, "Vibranium," he sighed, "lacks a good track!" ©bfa031625 ...

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Enduring in the gullibility of your vacuous domain Where viciousness stretched its cruel chains, and vain vows cast in silver lined threads were soft enough to soothe, but sharp enough to shred. I followed the fractures, fine as hair, witnessed truth crackle through oxygenated air. Your crown — little more than gilded dust, from my puppet strings severed I placed my trust that you’d come undone...

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Glass Throne – A Poem Collab with Ink Empress Note:- Before diving into my Multi-media, Music video “Glass Throne”, I encourage you to first read the Lead Up poem below which is a collaboration with the popular Ink Empress. BREAKING NEWS WOW!! - I just got an email and am so excited to say that the Australian branch...

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To bow at feet divine, yet feel the weight/ Of every fault, each sin he does dictate/ A love proclaimed, yet fire awaits below/ In sadistic trials, our fate does show/ A tyrant's rule, a dictators scheme/ A mind consumed by power, it would seem/ In psychiatric terms, a narcissist plea/ A God who craves our praise, eternally/ If love so pure condemns...

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How steady the merciless raindrop falls, Could they be the fragments of my soul? Wept from the mournful clouds, my mind. Watering the diseased flowers, my body. Yet my heart lingers, in the void of life, No passenger walking by the sidewalk, Can ease the fractured throne of love, No love for life, no life for hope, no beats, Why should a man...

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Before diving into the music video ‘King on a Throne,’ above, I encourage you to first read the poem ‘The Glass Throne,’, below which serves as its preamble. Together, let’s shine a light on the upcoming ‘NO MORE Week,’ a global movement uniting people from all walks of life to say ‘NO MORE’ to domestic...

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A Throne of Despair In a room where whispers coil and fade, A figure lingers, their story unmade. Loneliness drips from the ceiling’s decay, Each drop a memory slipping away. The chair by the window, a throne of despair, Holds echoes of laughter that once lingered there. Faded photos cling like ghosts to the wall, Remnants of moments that answered love’s call. Outside, the...

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SITTING ON HIS ICE THRONE In Stamford Bridge's chill air, he reigns, Cold Cole Palmer, Chelsea's icy veins. With passes sharp as winter's biting breeze, He freezes foes, with calculated ease.4 His icy grip on midfield, a frozen hold, Opponents shiver, as his legend unfold. With every touch, a crunching sound does rise, Cole's cold confidence, matches Chelsea's enterprise.8 Sitting on his ice...

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You call me names and falsely accuse me/ Sometimes to my face, other times behind my back/ You don't think I hear you but I do/ You say I'm worthless, you call me a freak/ You don't think I deserve anything/ You only think that I should be destroyed/ You say I have no potential but you never/ Bother to listen to...

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