Royalty Poems

Of splendid thrones of gold or treasures manifold Of jewelled caskets or lavish banquets Of Emirs and rajahs Of Sultan and Shahs Of kings and queens Of rulers and emperors Of sparkling crowns or flowing gowns Of their subservient stewards

Of splendid thrones of gold or treasures manifold Of jewelled caskets or lavish banquets Of Emirs and rajahs Of Sultan and Shahs Of kings and queens Of rulers and emperors Of sparkling crowns or flowing gowns Of their subservient stewards

Back in bygone days- one might have been amazed by all the tricks and trappings of the fool now that we are here- royalty is rarely near and what has cycled in is to be cool not-with-standing out- crystal clear-

All my dreams of her – not royalty or a classic beauty just a girl in a shift hair to her shoulders thick thighs and a rising color that gathered in her cheeks as she followed her herd of megafauna

One could tell that she had ascended from a peaceful and noble family of visionaries This rare beauty was never bounded by mirrors of painted images and selfishness She loved the open views that afforded her a first hand look

the horizon knows no bounds Urania ……… ……One Basic Truth….. The Suns ……The Moons…..The Stars …….The Sky …… Into their Eldest ………….…The Time ……..They Fly……. So Unfathomable ……..Beauty …………So Bounteous……..Powers ….. What Quantum of Energies ……These Celestial Cousins Possess ..

We found the kid outside of McCleary walking in a daysuit like some land owner off some nineteenth-century hacienda he got in the car stinking of moss and unwashed armpits there were at least two kinds of fluff in his

If I lived in the sky, dressed in gold, looking charmingly fine and on my lips honey glowed If I owned a kingdom spanning skyline to skyline with slaves at my beck and call due to royalty in my bloodline

As nights grow long a faint chill creeps in. Autumn royalty ascends like whispered wishes on the wind. Floating free on velvet wings in shades of black and tangerine, this regal host, a true wonder to behold. Ruling mild October

I feel sad, and it feels so helpless to me So little to do about the monsters of the sea They go north, then south; east, then west No one can steer them or bring them to rest So they

Who am I? A pure soul who’s supposed to witness slaughtering of dreams and souls but never reveal for the sake of graffiti Who am I? A beauty to be shown off and endure every pain without a single drop

  Roses have colours with global appeal; some are pink, blue, red, white and they reveal glamour and beauty for all to cherish. Roses have in them the power of love, so do they, the ability to heal a heart

Life with my father has Never been magical If anything it has always Been tyrannical I go home Anger welcomes me I meet the instigator The abuser You, my father You cheated me out of a Parental relationship Which caused

There once was a King, who lived in a castle, in a Kingdom of his own. He had everything, royalty could bring, except; he was alone. Since love wasn’t there, his castle was bare, just a building made out of

The reverse gravity pulls me into timelessness, holds me to become free from tremors. The truth of zero morality hurts. I am pathless, secular, godless. The blank paper decides, how the fingers will move. The uniform has a secret rendezvous

Every night by candlelight I go to you on the wings of a Firebird and you are there waiting for me in your red cape where fire burns outside the snow… you reach out for me without saying a word,

I ask you to look my soul Not my color because that is a shade of my temple I beg for you to reach for my heart before it stands still For years to come after the action comes to

I reminisce Easter at our home was as important as Christmas. Mom surrounded our small apartment with the song, “Here Comes Peter Cottontail” I waited on the Easter Bunny as much as I did Santa but I would wake up

The endless miles apart Cannot still their beating hearts The power of their love Carried on the wings of a dove Their smiles when together Tell a story of their own Carefree and contented Together they have grown The toils

Paper boat, paper boat, In the stream goes up and down afloat. It floats from the stream, then to the ocean till the night, Only floating and floating is the boat’s right. On the water of the dark blue ocean,

Riveted: the ducks went into a howl. A shirtless moon was walking on the lake. Darts had started moving towards blue lips. Gale was not able to speak. Unthinkable: sky will explode now, in stars. Gambling with water, cheating the

Splashes of green lined up row after row. Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere. Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year. Each displaying its own vibrant uniqueness. As the winds blow hot, green takes on a mature

One of those days No way can I stay Like this Many ways in But no way clear The edge of the knife Is ever near Life in it’s place A two sided face Which one to choose For the

it is time to make peace with yourself do this by loving yourself the way you are it is time to make peace with your childhood do this by releasing all old negative programming it is time to make peace

Once, eyes did spoke for the inner being Then, gestures spoke and the grin, Her words filled our vacant spot Then, actions did what words could not. Hoped to stay like this forever and ever With you in me, me

There are some cracks in the pavement; there are some rules to ignore; there are some people you don’t understand and them you but you both know the score. There are fragments of amazement; there are policemen at the door;

Monitoring for movement, scanning expectantly for signs. Electric eyes, barely blinking. Knowing the prey and her hiding places. Prowling the night, thoughts blacker than the surrounding darkness. Staccato stalking, sleek and streamlined, she smells the air. Nervous nose, almost aquiver.

When the storm blew away the roof of an old couple. It makes me cry When a husband leave behind his wife and son. It makes me cry When a frustrated mother starts drinking. It makes me cry When a

At the end of the elated visit Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit As excited to enjoy the environment, withal It was the inside on the right,

Unable to reach out with arms wide spread words escaping mouth uttered for the benefit of ears his own ears no one can listen no one can see no one is around it is cold and desolate not a blade

You waited too much about thirty years before you can say jack robinson otherwise life like a water under the desert always played tricks on you, pushed you hunchbacked inside caverns where everything drips and leaves a small hole everything

Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?

So far yet so near, I can feel you even when you’re not there, Yet I breathe in fear, Like the end so near, Seems like I just saw you, So close, so clear, I wish I could hold you,

dear dad I am sorry sorry I’m not good enough for your fearfully high standards knowing I’m afraid of heights dear dad I am sorry you expect so much without knowing I can’t achieve it for you threatening me when

Comprehensive to common minds yet impressive. Creative writing demands appreciating. His composition is his recognition. Unknown to this world his designation. Nor noted he’s deserted. Exiled deep in oceans of literature, Get him a defibrillator. Too less like him left,

You are like a dawn, Just beginning to be born. Every struggle, every pain, Promising yourself that never Will it go in vain. All so you can be that someone original, Someone who will always be there for you as

OH ; THE PROTECTOR Oh my Lord ! the saviour of the world please listen to the plight of those you created and introspect whether you really are their protector You decorated their life with desires and destroyed them with

In growing silence of the soul, With soulful emotions, To keep alive the passions Of the yearning heart, My mind drifts on, In the sea of life. A numbness spreads, In a chasm so vast, Leaving a path behind, The

Been to the beach? The wind there screeches They say, and oh The sea has stopped its dreadful roar Shall we go and see? the sea, it cries, moans and sighs No storm in sight and yet, the birds and

A flash point in ocean becomes omnivorous eating the boats. The sharks unstick and sleep on waves for another abeyance. Sitting on the wheels of a tank, men waited for the revolution to scoop a scorched motherhood where the children

You captivated me, Drenched in raindrops My mind singing in joy, At the sight of you, A fragrance around me, An untold emotion, Deep in my soul. Blossoms of love, That never fades, In ethereal beauty, Of a misty glow,