#prince
There once was a Prince, beautiful and true
Terrorizing his land, a winged serpent flew
The Prince rode out, to conquer the beast
It said to him, "Thou canst not defeat me!"
Yet still he fought, the monster to slay
For peace and hope, whilst his kingdom did pray
He strove with might, yet the beast flew free
It said to him, "Thou art not stronger than me!"
Still he did persevere, still he fought on
For mayhap he would win the fight with the dawn
The price of his kingdom, he'd pay 'til free
The beast said to him, "Death cometh 'pon thee!"
Then he did exhale, breath forged in Hell-fire
And naught remained of the Prince, save his empire
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 10:54 AM UTC
I am a wilting flower
Who awaits these long hours
For my Sun to return
So that I may bloom again –
But He has been away
For quite some time.
I hope to see Him soon –
And not only through
The bright side of the Moon –
Remind me of Your warmth, my Day Star –
For it has been cold here
For quite some time.
I hear the constellations speak Your name –
They wonder where You’ve gone –
I wonder if the other planets
Have called upon You
To shine on them, too?
I would follow after You,
If only I could –
But these roots of mine
Do me no good
In following after your Brilliance –
For they were not created
For light chasing –
But to remain
Steadfast –
So, tell me the Truth,
My dear –
And do not tell it
Slant –
How I should continue
To grow here without You?
My Sun –
In my waking dreams,
Your luminescent beams
So majestically shone –
Are all I long to see –
So, again, if I may query –
Will You be there
When I wake?
I ask for my own sake –
For I am a selfish flower
Who so longs for the hour
That she may see You
Again.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
Lover girl.
The girl that always gives her all,
the girl that always loves with her whole heart,
but somehow she always ends up,
in return, getting nothing.
The girl, ever since she was little,
that always dreamed of a happy ending,
that always wanted to be loved like a Disney movie
and be treated like a princess.
That girl is me.
Ever since I was growing up,
I always would watch Disney movies,
love stories,
romantic movies even…
And they would always somehow find a happy ending.
And I always would think to myself,
“Wow…
when I grow up I hope I find my Prince Charming.
I hope I find the person that would treat me like a princess
like these Disney movies.”
But growing up now…
That is hard to come true in this world,
and this generation that I live in.
This generation takes love for granted.
This generation chooses lust over love.
This generation doesn’t take anything seriously.
And I was never meant for this generation.
I was never meant to live in this generation
because, as a lover girl,
I want to be treated
like I’m the only person in the world.
You keep telling me that I’m the only girl.
But how can I believe that
when there are other girls
in your messages?
I see the proof right in front of me.
And you keep saying,
“I’m the only girl.”
I can never trust anymore.
I have trust issues
because of people.
But somehow…
this lover girl
is still in me.
Every time I tell myself,
“I will never love another guy that way again”…
I keep lying to myself.
Because the lover girl
is still in me.
And at the end of the day,
I’m just going to keep hurting
and hurting
and hurting.
And at the end of the day…
All I wish
is to be loved
like a Disney princess.
That little girl in me
that used to watch those Disney movies,
those romantic movies…
All she ever wanted
is to be loved
like a Disney princess.
But maybe that little girl will never get her happy ending…
maybe she will keep hoping,
while the world keeps breaking her heart.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 10:01 PM UTC
There was a man who like to write
And what he wrote turned out alright
He'd write about things
Like Princes and Kings
But, he never would write of a Knight
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 5:31 AM UTC
One day you’ll never go out
And start listening to jazz
Girl stick this in your mouth
I wanna see if you’ll gag
You’re practically pushing perfect
And I’m basically borderline boring
But butterflies bellow in my belly
Practicing polygamy and pouring
My heart out and filling it back up
With drinks and getting my back up
I lap up anything you give me
I snap shut and live in your head rent free
This thieving thief
It’s so evident my amigo
This ain’t my first rodeo
Giddy up right into the sunset
Play me like a cassette
Baby make me forget
Maybe we could reset?
I am the Bard
This is my mind
And what’s inside.
Now am I good or just good looking?
Come have a look your mans been cooking
Heart beats blood when you start *******
Perhaps we’re finally onto something?
Knock, knock who’s there
It’s me the Bard
Lord of the words
Prince of the verse
Duke of prose
Grand duchy of toes
Yes I’m Lord of the words
Prince of the verse
Duke of prose
Grand duchy of pretty toes
And no one even knows
I’m the Marquee of mayhem
Words flow through my brain stem
Maybe you could give me head hen?
No I don’t want you to condemn
Im not one of the mandem
Yeah I’m the Earl of your earlobes
Baby keep your rear close
There’s nothing queerer than folk
And one day you’ll feel old
One day you’ll feel irrelevant
Time won’t ever keep ahold
In reality it’s just an estimate
So I yell at the stars inside your eyes
I tell them I cannot tell them lies
I crosses my heart and hopes to dies
Those errors were intentional
My rhyming structures essential
I’m the Baron of my pencil
Scribble crude words on my desk though
Nothing these days is confidential
I blow hot breath on the mirror
And I smear with a shiver
The words I LOVE YOU.
Now am I good or just good looking?
Come have a look your mans been cooking
Heart beats blood when you start *******
Perhaps we’re finally onto something?
Knock, knock who’s there
It’s me the Bard
Lord of the words
Prince of the verse
Duke of prose
Grand duchy of toes
Yes I’m Lord of the words
Prince of the verse
Duke of prose
I am the Bard.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 2:16 PM UTC
Once upon a time
In a kingdom far away
Lived a prince
With a parrot
That could never say nay
The prince was as fair
And as good and true
That he bore a mirror
On his shiny shoe
The king was old
And not that bright
My true son I am old
you are always right
Our land is no longer
As fair as should be
You must slay the dragon
From across the sea
Make my kingdom
great again
Was his dying word
The righteous prince
that was always true
Got his sword and his shield
and his shiny shoe
Ride forth into the land
He said to his nobel steed
For the holy truth
And the pious deed
He came across
a crouching man
With a cart full of books
in his nobel lands
Thy be a wizard I say
if mine eye is true
Deceitful words on parchment
carried by thy hans
My lord
who is just and true
This is but litter
to burn for my evening stew
The prince was glad
he did not like books
What have you cooking, he said
he was hungry by the looks
Oh, but lord
I am but a humble serve
But to the princ surprise
He was undeterred
This stew was of such a peculiar making
It had everything a heart could desire
And indeed it was a stew of marbles
That could build an empire
Come ride with me
this is my will as ever before
And the man-wizard
Bowed right down to the floor
Make my kingdom
great again
Was his dying word
Then it was not long
as you might say
They came upon a man
as pale as the day
In his cart you know
as you might have guessed
portraits of princes and princesses
They were quite underdressed
What heresy is this
As you well understand
the prince exclaimed
I am the only prince of this god given land
My lord with your inspection
This is but lost souls
Traped in their own reflection
They see only themselves
But in time they will only see you
If it be your wish
I will make it true
my just lord and fair prince
The prince was glad
He did not approve of false idols
So he quickly bestowed the man
With lands and titles
Let me put the lords grace
upon the land
And he bid the pale man follow
So to take a stand
Make my kingdom
great again
Was hid dying words
And low and behold
soon again turning mellow
They came to see
this third odd fellow
With a cart full of pumpkin
I care not for this
It has to be great
It has to be spectacular
But the odd man say
My good prince look
This is no pumpkin
thy eyes have mistook
He drew out his wand and
biffe-dee-baffe-dee-boo
A golden carriage
You see
Will take you wherever
you need to be
You need think no more
Just relax your mind, it is so
No tedious decision upon
Where you want to go
I say let's go
beyond the heavens
To a land with red
and fruitful soil
What is this mystical land away
I need a place
To put bad people
That doesn't understand my greatness, to stay
Dark men
Eating cats and dogs
And obstinate witches with crooked noses
Eating squirrel and frogs
Make my kingdom
great again
Was hid dying words
....Now I am growing tiresome
my children
Your old grandpar say....
Oh now, you say that
the parrot I have forgotten
But mind you there was not only one
No it was not rotten
There was a whole lot
A choir of cockatoo
And as everyone knows
A whole lot mean true
this was indeed pleasing
for our dear prince delight
that he was the best
at every given plight
That all loved him
who was right of mind
Who was good
Not mad nor blind
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC
A frog eating flies in a bog
Told a princess, "I'm a prince, not a frog!
I'm cursed with a curse
A french kiss'll reverse."
So she kissed him, and he turned into a dog.
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 12:11 AM UTC
I wear a paper crown and a blanket as a robe
I bare my big front teeth with a grin
My voice echoes when I roar
My feet stomp carelessly, shaking the floor
I am not a king, possibly a prince?
I am wild and unruly and untamed
I am loud and rude and mean
Yet my fur is soft and my heart is clean
I am Max - or Maxine
King - or prince
of the Wild Things
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
Once upon a time
In a kingdom far away
Lived a prince
With a parrot
That could never say nay
The prince was as fair
And as good and true
That he bore a mirror
On his shiny shoe
The king was old
And not that bright
My true son I am old
you are always right
Our land is no longer
As fair as should be
You must slay the dragon
From across the sea
Make my kingdom
great again
Was his dying word
The righteous prince
that was always true
Got his sword and his shield
and his shiny shoe
Ride forth into the land
He said to his nobel steed
For the holy truth
And the pious deed
He came across
a crouching man
With a cart full of books
in his nobel lands
Thy be a wizard I say
if mine eye is true
Deceitful words on parchment
carried by thy hans
My lord
who is just and true
This is but litter
to burn for my evening stew
The prince was glad
he did not like books
What have you cooking, he said
he was hungry by the looks
Oh, but lord
I am but a humble serve
But to the princ surprise
He was undeterred
This stew was of such a peculiar making
It had everything a heart could desire
And indeed it was a stew of marbles
That could build an empire
Come ride with me
this is my will as ever before
And the man-wizard
Bowed right down to the floor
Make my kingdom
great again
Was his dying word
Then it was not long
as you might say
They came upon a man
as pale as the day
In his cart you know
as you might have guessed
potratess of princes and princesses
They were quite underdressed
What heresy is this
As you well understand
the prince exclaimed
I am the only prince of this god given land
My lord with your inspection
This is but traped souls
Traped in their own reflection
They see only themselves
But in time they will only see you
If it be your wish
I will make it true
my just lord and fair prince
The prince was glad
He did not approve of false idols
So he quickly bestowed the man
With lands and titles
Let me put the lords grace
upon the land
And he bid the pale man follow
So to take a stand
Make my kingdom
great again
Was hid dying words
And low and behold
soon again turning mellow
They came to see
this third odd fellow
With a cart full of pumpkin
I care not for this
It has to be great
It has to be spectacular
But the odd man say
My good prince look
This is no pumpkin
thy eyes have mistook
He drew out his wand and
biffe-dee-baffe-dee-boo
A golden carriage
You see
Will take you wherever
you need to be
You need think no more
Just relax your mind, it is so
No tedious decision upon
Where you want to go
I say let's go
beyond the heavens
To a land with red
and fruitful soil
What is this mystical land away
I need a place
To put bad people
That doesn't understand my greatness, to stay
Dark men
Eating cats and dogs
And obstinate witches with crooked noses
Eating squeals and frogs
Make my kingdom
great again
Was hid dying words
....Now I am growing tiresome
my children
Your old grandpar say....
Oh now, you say that
the parrot I have forgotten
But mind you there was not only one
No it was not rotten
There was a whole lot
A choir of cockatoo
And as everyone knows
A whole lot mean true
this was indeed pleasing
for our dear prince delight
that he was the best
at every given plight
That all loved him
who was right of mind
Who was good
Not mad nor blind
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 5:41 PM UTC
What happened to my dreams
from a lifetime ago
why did I forget about them-
and let them go
I dreamt of a beautiful castle
and a prince charming -
But when did I realise
those princess dreams
were slowly ripping at the seams
Because the thing is
you don’t fall in love after one ball
or a single meeting in a forest
nor from one awakening kiss
- no, love’s not like this
Maybe I don't need
a happily ever after
with fake fairy tale laughter
because I can be happy
without a crown
or a prince
to hold me down.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC
The feeding
The violence has begun
tearing & ripping
away at our flesh.
carnivorous piece,
after piece …
blood upon their lips
The horror
& muffled insatiable cries,
the screaming
hunger & thirst
carried off/ taken away & gorged
At first recognizable
then indistinguishable
Scattered remains
& the smell of
Rot begins
Our Elder dies.
Psjwebber
(14 Oct 21)
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 5:20 PM UTC
Shakespeare pondered names,
We are all given names at our birth;
Some are well-placed, others unknown and ill-fitted.
We spend our teenage years trying on new names, seeing if they fit, throwing them away when they don’t.
Movie stars and musicians shorten their names; Madonna, Oprah, Prince, Beyonce and Drey.
YouTube celebrities create their fame,
Based on their ordinary life.
We, who watch on, add to the myriad of followers,
Playing into their game, adoring their name.
But have we pondered the power of names, for our good?
When we speak, are we breathing life
Or simply just air?
How can we grasp the life in words?
How can we live from our true names?
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 2:38 AM UTC
Hindi inaasahang napadpad ako sa iyong kaharian,
Kung saan ako’y pinagsilbihan at inalagaan,
At sa bawat minuto na nasa piling mo ako,
Tila ba isang panaginip na ayaw kong huminto.
Ngunit mali ‘tong nararamdaman ko,
Sandata ko’y hindi kumpleto,
Hindi ka nga pala handa’t sigurado,
Para ipaglaban yung nararamdaman mo.
Heto ako paulit-ulit na naniniwala,
Pilit pa rin na umaasa,
Na baka bukas kamay ko’y hawak mo na,
Wala ng takot at pangangamba.
Pero kahit ako lang ang lumalaban,
Kathang isip lamang ang “tayo” sa aking isipan,
Hindi man ako yung prinsesa na para sayo,
Mananatili ka sa aking puso, prinsepe ko.
Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 10:15 AM UTC
pen to paper
tears to soil
the interactive process makes me
what am i without the mercy of paper?
what am i without the abundance of ink?
what am i without?
footprints in fresh snow
bloodstains on a sheep’s wool
what am i when i am no longer broke?
what am i when i unfold?
May 24, 2023
May 24, 2023 at 1:35 PM UTC
she was a princess
who desired for a sword and horse
not a prince
who could fight her battles
when she got the
crown on her head
and same power
Dec 24, 2022
Dec 24, 2022 at 4:12 AM UTC
gave you a mile
but you wouldn’t even take an inch
tried to be sweeter
just a pinch
tried to be a holiday
to the grinch
i tried to love someone tactless
i cried too much for a fake prince
Dec 23, 2022
Dec 23, 2022 at 10:48 AM UTC
I must steal Harold’s purple crayon
And build myself a brand-new town
No king or paper bag princess
It will be me who wears the crown.
I shall draw myself a forest
And begin the stories anew
Word of the Fair Queen’s fame will spread
And chaos will ensue.
In order to reach my kingdom
You must first prove your worth
I cannot be reached by sea or sky
You must travel over the earth.
Through the forest is your only hope
To gain such fortune and fame
Marry the Queen and rule the kingdom
If you can survive the game.
You must follow Little Red Riding Hood
As far and as fast as you can
Steer clear of Jack and his beanstalk
Do not trust the Ginger Bread Man.
Snow White’s cabin is to the north
Goldilocks lives to the west
Hansel and Gretel will offer you food
Beware, this is a test.
The Three Little Pigs are plagued
By the Big Bad Wolf of lore
But even he is nothing compared
To the curse Sleeping Beauty bore
**** n Boots and Robin Hood
Will save you just one time
Dare to steal the Goose’s Golden eggs
And you will be punished for your crime.
If you manage to defy the odds
And make it through alive
I shall take your hand and under our rule
The kingdom will grow and thrive.
You must understand it isn’t personal, darling
When I slip the poison into your canteen
I miss my game, and nobody can be
More powerful than the crooked fair Queen.
Aug 30, 2022
Aug 30, 2022 at 10:57 AM UTC
Fearless through the depths
Facing fears / we are not alone
In God's words we Pray
Forgive us for our sins
Do not be afraid
I will guide you in-to the light
In our darkest hours/ Guided
By His words
"Yes we will make it/// I know we will"
Ooooo Ya////
Follow me take my hand...
Do not run...
Well make it...
Blessings an grace...
Let the lord speak faith...
In his eyes he believes...
That you an me will be born again...
As an angel for him....
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 8:27 PM UTC