Fantasies and dreams,
lollipops and queens. Happiness and love are the only things that can be seen. Somewhere out there are my dreams. Now I just have to go after them with a scheme.
I have no idea on what to title this poem. If you have any suggestions, please comment and I will take it into consideration.
In our day and age, our kings and queens have gone into hiding.
Our emperor's, fly from sky-top to sky-top, hidden by mile-wide clocks and daggers In our day and age. Power rides the four horsemen at night, They no longer slither on the ground, but roar in the wisp-o-willow of the night.
Power is played with its greatest device; ignorance in a haystack of knowledge.
You've spent so many hours,
So many days, wasting your time and tears On a different kind of idiot. You doubted yourself And hated yourself Because your father Didn't cherish you. It's time for the pain to stop. It's time for you to realize How amazing you are. It's time for you to stop being a victim, And start being a fighter. Show him how wrong he is. Showcase all of the fantastic things that you do. Make him regret pushing you down. Make him jealous of the people in your life. Make him wish he would have stayed. Let go of the broken little girl, And make way for the strong queen That you have become. Dry the tears on your cheeks And make room for the smiles That will appear. Give yourself the love That he didn't give you. Some may think it's arrogance, Others, confidence... But you will know that what you Allow the world to see Is strength.
This is the final part of a poem that I am extremely proud of. Parts 1 and 2 are on my profile, and I hope you enjoy them as well. Thank you for reading!
Right off of the 7 train,
Irish Catholic schoolgirls spilling out of Jahn's like marbles Their plaid skirts against exposed brick bellies full of kitchen sink The produce stand next door eggs .60 a dozen, milk one dollar Now converted into a bodega or maybe even a small Muslim prayer room I bought my first album at a record store on 82nd The brown paper bags, thin as bible pages It spun on the Victrola in my parents' Tudor The yellowing wallpaper smelled of my mom's Virginia Slims And sounded of my dad's Vermouth His own liver fried with onions, just as he liked it
And in this world full of
Princesses and Queens, I am a Wonder Woman.
The Queen in castle
Surrounded by an army Men of styrofoam The army floated in tears Hovered in the sky, at her sigh Still, they had the guts Hit her in the eye If The Queen is broken So it will be her army Men of styrofoam Fragile and breakable
To every female blooming in a dark garden
My Mouth Is So Wet Yes I'm Salivating,
Towards The Queens Honey We're Gravitating, We're So Close Feel That Heat On Your Face, The Truth Is Morose Because They'll Take Your Place. One Will Fall Down So That Others Can Rise, Others Throw Stones Just To Quicken The Ride, But Their The Same Ones Filling Churches With Cries, Their The Same Ones Feeling Wholesome Inside. They Will Line Up To Mourn With Fake Tears, From The Cradle To Kissing Coffins With Snake Sneers, They Will Line Up To Ensure That You're Dead, Covering Smiles Their Faces Like Lead. Millions Ravaging Bones, Smarter Ones Fight Over Thrones, Ashes Still Warm When The Crowns Over Thrown, Death Rolls In Graves At The Seeds We Have Sown.
Harry Roberts - Queens © 24/10/18
She's queen of the desert,
peasant of the land At night when the wolf howls, she'd be Mother of Nile At times when the heat kills She fought for the light A warrior in darkness, the hope of the man Her strength is as fiery As the madman's eyes that the Concord dictates she's the beast immortal Nobody thought to challenge her reign, nor tried to understand how her plans were made But everyone envies to the core of their hearts Some even sided with devils' betrayal Everyone wonders how she got her Crown Who made it possible her defeating these odds Nobody knew she's but a ***** in the wars the one that smells, with the bruises and the scars No one knew her pirate woes. The solitude and the silent crows But those moorish Nights that saw it all They took the pain, the screams The fall The academe & politicos knew her too Asked why'd she disappear too far, too soon? What's curious is that she didn't know at all, the lives she lived had made her whole It was probably fate or God or faith, but she lives the lives of her seven tales
Pat Villaceran. All rights reserved. © 2018.
The true essence of a woman
has never truly been understood From the Spanish demolishing our cultures to the way that they are viewed and treated in the hood. I don't like the use of the word ***** Whether you're rich or poor upper or middle class or a ******* lying in a ***** ditch In our indigenous tribal times women were respected, revered and held in a high regard the damage from a European psychology has pierced our mindsets and left men and society deeply scarred Try to keep you dumb, barefoot, and pregnant in the kitchen wishing, while he is out there acting a fool trying to be a player straight fishing I'm talking about a species that not only can bear a life but a being that can hold a job help with homework, cook, and be a **** wife Or maybe baby daddy was never really there or maybe he's stuck in the judicial system in a cell staring at the wall with a blank stare Single strong mama doing it all by her self playing the mother and father being the comforter and still having to pull out the belt Tu-pacs dear mama was real and said it the best until you've grown up with a single mother you're probably tripping like the rest I love you, respect you and truly understand your pain don't trip mami, I see you and all that work that you have put in is not in vain Keep grinding and working hard continue to do all that you can I feel you're and got your back I'm your number one fan And if your man doesn't appreciate you and treat you like the Queen that you are My advice, ditch the punk, be on your own or find a king that treats you like a true superstar.
My quill is prepared
To write another free-verse About reigning Queens Celestine beings Four poems for four seasons Inks of many hues Ever so child-like With my head high in the clouds So fantastical The light shines so bright I trust my wandering mind A smile on my face
Another free-verse series in the works!
Basically like my Lily in the Snow series, but in four parts and dedicated to the seasons! I'll let you know when it's about to be released ;) Be back soon! Lyn ***