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Prince eduard Apr 26
Siiting in a throne
A holy maiden worthy of its title:
Queen in battle
Majesty, and glory with a crown

Been in sorrow
Gone through tribulation
But there's tomorrow
Where happiness is a seedling
She's with us, her hand, lending

Oh mighty woman
A paragon in virtue
Thy enemies sue you
But to no compare they'd be thrown

A mother of all nation
A sister of all dear children
Oh God in Heaven
Deemed you worthy, indeed it happen: now you're

A Queen upon a throne
Mother Mary
Now she's upon a throne
I will likely die by 25
A slave to my vice.

But at least I will go
At the foot of the throne
Where I learned
What it means
To worship.
Madison Apr 11
You fight tooth and nail
Until your sitting on a throne,
On top of a monarchy.
Not only will Society fear you.
Society will surround you,
It suffocate you
And it will tear you apart.
Until finally,
You're a shattered soul beneath a crown,
Nothing but the luxuries you
****** yourself for.
It is the loneliest on the throne
the strength and power of my charm,
will rule the lust upon the land,
my lips so cruel they shine the power,
some dis-beliefs withstand my glamour,
one day they will rue the day,
I ****** and destroy your reign,
on my throne you will not survive,
I **** and rule, now stay behind,
in quest for love I saw the man,
so strong like death, beyond God,
he stole my charm,
he made me melt,
we start to reign,
now knell before me and my man beyond God.
Poem from my book 'The Allure Of Time' now available on amazon in English, French and German.
Maybe it's the obsidian spirit within that wishes to be in her axis spin
A topsy-turvy tango on the turnpike
My heart tries keeping pace
Embarrassment of riches, her smile never saves face
I'm spoiled to witness a heavenly Rorschach test walking
Olympic views sparkling on high
A natural one
Holy smokes
I've seen the evergreens blush red
When she brushstrokes
Her paintbrush-lush hair amidst the background of the Puget Sound
So refreshing
Trapped in her net
Outside the network of jerks
Fishing for lust
Refresh the pages
Reload the look of ages
My type of hype
She's keying in on my keen instincts
Putting wings on my desires
So heights can be admired
So fright can be delayed
In flight, I've fallen.


- Ifeanyi Okoro II
Badshah Khan Feb 21
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 60

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Oh My Beloved! Oh The Master!
Oh The Verity of All Creation


Thou, mercifully spared me from.
The revolution theory of polytheism.


That seemingly promotes the possible existence;
Of the prolific creator more than one.


Thous promptly relieved me from the mental illness, That the prolific creation and;
The divine creator is different entities.


I humbly bow to the Divine Alone The Creator,
And we circumambulate the luminous Throne!


Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
gabrielle Feb 5
i only hoped
i dreamed
i wished
i yearned that
i was enthroned
as your queen
because you're my king
Ian Robinson Jan 21
Center of the corridor
Sits a seat
One for those with immeasurable feats
It sits above the third floor

It is old and rusty
Wrinkled and dusty
He who rules from his Iron throne
Shall forever hear the ominous drone
Accompanied by sleepless nights
And dastardly fights

A king must be strong
Mentally ready to bear
Burdens of the chair
Must be able to right the wrong

He must Love, be feared
If these requirements have been cleared
He may sit in this throne
And call this place his home
Firejewel123 Jan 15
You have created a throne,
made of paper and glass,
of lies and diluted facts.
So sturdy on the outside,
but still so fragile on the inside.

Your crown,
was it made of glass too?
Or is that merely,
a trick of the eyes?

You rule over a world,
that prays for your downfall,
undermining your work,
and sneering down at your lows.
Waiting for the moment,
that your paper throne falls.

When will they decide,
to stop waiting?
When will they decide,
to come for the head,
that the glass crown rests on?

What will you do?
You are nothing,
but a boy king,
a child majesty.

They will come for your blood,
for your throne,
for your crown.

But do not worry.

You will not have to wait for long.

After all,
papaer is only so strong,
and glass so sturdy.
Here concludes my first poem! :0 Hope you like it!
If the sun is the crown of the earth,
Happily raising life,
From the comfort stillness of sleep,
Then I am a second born moon-
No heir to the throne.

I sneak by the day sky like jealousy,
To only move oceans as teardrops,
Aching for a dream.
Written July 9th, 2016. Read a
notebook of mine and fell in love with a few oldies.
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