Visions
I see a king’s codpiece
on all the money
see a temple
in demands we deny the present
the Pope coming to mind
like a fat moth
Poems on the topic: king
Poems on the topic “king” on Poets.by.
Secret agent
I tell my mind
to my sandwich
how in the country of creeds and good chocolate
the young get vicious
and the king’s ear is with child
as water is with ice
Inventory
Bed and rose,
wine, fire, candle, soap
and many other things…
Time and trouble
give me rain and a hat
and I am
a sad king.
Mirror, mirror
I order
so I may have order,
like a rogue king talking
to his own face:
that he was not received with respect,
that he was a traitor.
The King’s Coffee
I troubled my hands
with rogue handwriting.
Let posterity know how
the King desired coffee.
I heard for certain that
it would prove small pleasure.
I gave a bottle of mist
at a great loss.
Pop-up monarchy
king in a box
to surprise us
as once he did
bolt wheels to a horse
went away and left us
our little iron lie
Lord of Misrule
In her image the sun made me
round and ornately petaled,
burning and erupting
in feathery plumes. Don’t stare!
I was the Sun King.
Shadows radiated away from me
like the teeth of my enemies
strung on a reckless necklace.
That’s not a mugger’s knife
but a prisoner of earth’s desperate attempt
to pick my lock. I was, after all,
the state. Why must I now perform
for the forgotten and forgettable?
Why have I not limped like a blimp
into the humped clouds? I can’t seem
to shake this legacy of lead,
Faux pas
I bought Henry the Fourth dinner,
but my expectation being too great,
it did not please him.
I drank a pot or two and parted.
A cat with one eye
was going my way.
“Strange fellow, tell me,
how is the king now?”
Tight rope
Good looks
Does not a king make
Nice hair
A smile
Does not a king make
Cute lips
An accent
White teeth
Does not a king make
So then
Tell me
What does?
Our story
This is the story of beauty and the beast
Where her love failed to do the
magic.
This is the story of Cinderella
Where the king never came to find the leg that fit.
Its nothing like how
legend narrate.
This is about two soulmate
That never met.
but very
Epic story.
Finished in
Happily never after.
King and Queen
As they grew older,
the land which had grown wheat
washed down the hill,
and the river
carried the land into the sea.
The priest with the horned
mask, who brought meat
from the altar,
turned into a bird
and flew among the mountains.
The people of the markets
who touched their heads to the ground,
changed into clumps of weed
among the gutters
of the bare hill.
A galley which carried wine
Poor Kings
God's pity on poor kings,
They know no gentle rest;
The North and South cry out,
Cries come from East and West--
"Come, open this new Dock,
Building, Bazaar or Fair."
Lord, what a wretched life
Such men must bear.
They're followed, watched and spied,
No liberty they know;
Some eye will watch them still,
No matter where they go.
When in green lanes I muse,
Alone, and hear birds sing,
God's pity then, say I,
On some poor king.
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