"charmings" poems
Oh who am I kidding, life doesn't work that way
There are no happy endings or prince charmings
More like heartbreak and self-harming
You cut your wrists just to see them bleed
It's such a rush, the blade becomes your noble steed
you watch the blood flow down the drain
Along with your hopes and dreams of love and fame
You feel the life draining out of you
But no, oh no, you don't want it to end
even though your dog is your only friend,
even though you've been depressed for more days than you can count
Deep down you still had hope that someway, somehow you'd amount
To something
The black spots are clouding your vision
You panic, you cry,
And you realize that you don't want to die
You pray to God, begging to survive
Promising to do anything, in exchange for a second chance at life
But life, you see, is not a game
When it's your time to go, you go:
No excuses and hopefully no pain
All you see now is blackness
It's taking you under, out of consciousness
Your life doesn't flash before your eyes
You don't see the "light"
You're lost, alone
And now...
You're gone
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
She wore the wild winds
Like wasps in her hair
Flinging locks furiously
Letting them settle
Wherever they will
Long and gorgeous
Raven black and full
Crushed poisonous rose petals
To further blush her bloodied lip
Knees scraped with grand adventures
Arms bruised with strange activities
Feral and fearless
Catlike climber with such feline agility
No landscape was to daunting
No night life to haunting
Just beauty and wonder
Seeing her eyes wander
Seeing each stone turned over
Seeing each sea shell collected
And carefully inspected
No tea parties
No fashion runways
No mindless musings
About prince charmings
Princesses or queens
But books and dreams
Scarlet schemes
Rivers and streams
That ran as far as she could see
She watched it all
Each daring doe that darted by
Each bird that perched or took flight
Each fish that shimmered searching nearby streams
Nature was her discovery
Life was her poetry
As the oceans battered the shores
As the tundras whitened the landscape
As the stone strewn pathways
Searched for new towns
As the mountains strained to touch the clouds
The wild wind warrior woman
Conquered it all
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
Someone asked me once,
“What is your Prince Charming like?”
I said I didn't know him,
So they rephrased, “What would he be like?”
I answered the question truthfully,
Yet they think me cynical and hopeless.
This the case may be,
But I like to think that I’m just me.
This is what I’d said:
First of all, Prince Charming wouldn't be a prince.
He’d be an everyday guy, living day to day,
Searching for meaning, for someone to stay.
He’d be kind and smart and more outgoing than me,
But he’d listen and understand,
That sometimes I’m human and am afraid -
That I’ll lose my faith in love even though I've prayed.
He’ll have kind brown eyes that are down-to-earth.
He’ll share his secrets and savor mine.
When I’m down, he’ll lift me up high
And will make me smile when I cry.
He’ll hold me tight and squeeze away my pain,
He'll know to stay when I need him,
And that sometimes I like to be alone,
Yet he’ll show me all I've never known.
But, I finished, Prince Charming doesn’t exist,
And I’ve seen enough heart breaks to know,
That our Charmings aren’t what they seem
And that he’s really just the things of dreams.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
I believe in happiness
In fairytales and ever afters
Prince Charmings and true love
Because that's what I believe
Everyday
In the touch of a hand
A sparkle in your eyes
I feel the warmth in your smile
And the happiness in your heart
And I think you can feel mine too
I hold on to our happiness, our fairytale
Because even with the evil witches and storms in our lives
I believe in happiness
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
I was looking for my Prince Charming;
Believing that he would be there.
Searching for wonderful Charming, to love me and always to care.
I was looking for my beloved Prince Charming, "He's out there!" I would insist.
Then I sat; and I thought; and I realized:
Prince Charmings don't really exist.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Then this Potent Dragon my Dredglings fear,
One which Expected me in all Surprise:
That your File as Prince and Lord revere,
Already Pre-Owned and Locked in her Prize
When Tears cry Blood, and Blood their Ties disown
So to these Stinging Bells your News persist
Which your Smile bait Worms by Jelly reknown
Suffice even the Enlightened to resist
Thus the Siege, which dear Siddhartha did warn,
Offered the Goddess of Mercy such View:
To Breathe and Blow free my Charmings consarn
And hold to the Heart of mine own self True.
These Fourteen-Lined Girls cried your Muse repeat
Of casting my Levels versus your Feat.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
One Prince Charming to the next
people say they're so hard to find
and yet I seem to attract them
my first worked so hard to get his crown
making sure everyone loved him... every single person
once I hindered that I was abandoned... a lost cause in his mind
he was so kind
but I didn't have his endurance
I couldn't keep up the facade of caring for so many faceless opinions
so the next was the best kept secret I believe ever kept
everyone loved him while I stayed in the shadows
I liked the shadows but after awhile you wonder how he can lie so easily
I don't believe he ever lied to me
but he couldn't see far enough into the future
his life of lies would fall and I didn't want to be caught up in the destruction
the third had the word of mouth
his words were more beautiful than any poem I could ever write
and he always had everyone's full attention
yet as the relationship went
I began to hear what his words were really saying
and they just weren't so beautiful anymore
so after 3 prince Charmings
I began to feel for the princesses
its just so hard
so if I were to pick the most realistic
it be Sleeping Beauty 100 years of sleep
because with a prince everything is draining
honestly Cinderella
I'd rather stay locked in my room
with a pumpkin and some converse
than a carriage and glass shoes
living in a fake smile
with a million eyes constantly on you
so I've decided
I want a boy who'd rather I like him
than make a million strangers like him
and I know how selfish that must be
its childish and immature
but honestly I just don't care anymore
take me or leave me
but know one thing
I'm no princess
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
there’s this girl I used to know,
an old friend of mine,
she used to wear her hair in yellow ribbons
and watch the world through eyes so blue they made the ocean look faded.
she told me stories filled with “happily ever afters” and “prince charmings”,
and she believed in the power of God and she told me good always beats evil.
her long brown hair draped over her narrow shoulders like a cape,
and to me she was just as super as any hero ever could be.
she always said that there was a reason we were all here, and that
she was gonna find her reason and God was gonna give her his light.
I believed every word she ever said.
her daddy died when we was twelve years old, and I remember sittin’
with her and crying on her stoop, watchin’ the death limo take her daddy
away like he was a package that needed to be taken to heaven.
she stopped wearing those yellow ribbons after that, and she stopped tellin’ her
stories to me…that made me sad ‘cause nobody at my house ever told me stories.
her eyes stopped lookin’ at mine, and i just about forgot what color they were after a while.
she said that God wasn’t real no more, and that there was no reason to take her daddy like that.
I couldn’t think of a reason either.
her hair stopped lookin like a cape, on the count of she cut it all off one day when
she was real sad.
she told me that she didn’t wanna live no more, and that she wanted to be with her daddy…..wherever he was.
she kept on livin’, but instead of her momma tuckin’ her in at night, Jack Daniels did.
she told me he made the pain go away, but I didn’t understand who he was and how he did it.
we were both too young to understand any of it, but I’ll never forget the day when her light finally came.
when we was fifteen I found her bleedin’ all over her bathroom, her pretty blue eyes rolled back, her hair messy and matted, and a pair a scissors in her hand.
through all the blood, through all my tears, I saw her in a way I ain’t seen in years.
she looked so beautiful, the way I remembered her before her daddy got taken.
she looked at peace, like she couldn’t wait to get all wrapped up like a present and sent to heaven.
she was with her daddy, and hell, even though nobody else thinks it’s right, I believe that was God’s reason for her.
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 9:14 PM UTC
i’m tired of sweet nothings
and prince charmings in dreams
i’m tired of the carousels
and the prince i’ll never meet
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
Daddy, please dont leave us
you know you cannot go
you cannot leave your babygirls
not before you watch us grow
daddy, please dont tell us its alright
when we both know its not
just please please please,
dont let us go tonight
daddy, you have to be here
when we fulfill our dreams
you also have to be here
when our first baby screams
daddy, you cannot leave us
without you we'd go nowhere,
and when we graguate from college
daddy, you must be there!
all the nights waking up screaming
and all the past days
that you've woken up
hardly breathing
daddy, when you fall
all we wanna do is help you up
and when you tell us no, to stop
we both feel our hearts quickly drop
daddy, when me and vicky
see pain through your eyes
our own very eyes
start to slowly cry
daddy, please we love you
you gotta hang tight, for us
you have to save three lil' princesses
and prince charmings heart
daddy, we need you
to a longer extent then you think
we need you here with us
to guide us to our dreams
daddy, knowing we're slowly losing you
is a pain we cannot bear
and killing us inside
is the thought that one day
you won't be here...
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 11:57 AM UTC
people would sometimes read poems
but there could be times where they
get tired of reading the same
**** every time; every day
"love is so overrated"
yes, yes we all know that; there
are a lot of romance in
the books read, the songs listened
but why is that so? i thought
we love to know about love
makes the heart race, wanting for
more... same feels, diffn't stories
maybe because we always
think of having our very
own prince charmings? princesses?
own happily ever afters?
yes, the heart loves fantasy
the deviance, the frustrations
mind loves reality though:
boring, bland, no sparks, but real
it's okay to write about
the things we want to happen;
yet, there is a precaution
that we all should all remember:
in writing:
fantasy > reality
but in living:
reality > fantasy
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
Cheese and cheesy and pink
And Blue
And red in flowers.
Bracelets and watches and gifts from the heart
The sound of a typewriter, the feel of the keys.
Smelling coffee before her eyes are even open.
Goofy and loud and funny
And serious, when serious lets down it's guard.
Direct questions
Direct answers
Castle towers and castle dungeons
And red on me.
Prince Charmings and handsome faces
Beards and blankets
Three piece suits and straightened ties
Passionate eyes
The sound of rain when she's falling asleep
The sound of her love in her ear
The smell of old books and the smell of a man's cologne on her shirts
And choirs with so much soul that she can't NOT dance
Being heard,
Being held
Being right
She usually is
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
Dust has finally settled where only cobwebs once roamed
The inevitable step into vintage decay
With warm greetings the late afternoon sun sends shadows
Scurrying across cracked vinyl floors, smudged windows and warped doors
Silence reigns here.
Echoes of fallen drywall interrupt the stagnant patterns of neglect
Still and perfect I lay in wait beneath cold glass
My state and sleep are unforgiving
Time stretches on as the house wonders if it's sleeping beauty
will ever be found
Whispers of lost cities, buried treasure and prince charmings come and go
Still I lie in limbo, a true love's kiss to break my bonds
Twilight ascends softly
Closing off another day left to a curses desire
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 4:23 PM UTC
I don't question anything
I wouldn't change anything about anything
I want everything that has to run its course run its course
I don't wish for sun when there's snow
I won't wish for warmth when it's cold, ill put on a coat.
I don't accept your opinion when it's different then mine but if we all believed the same thing there would be no variety and this world needs some variation
I don't like that there's rape, shame, people giving out labels and names, people killing just to feel something
But I'm just a person who can't change anything (I'm sorry)
I don't like that people hurt themselves and cry every night cause I know what it's like but I can't lie and say it'll be alright. (Im sorry)
But look me in the eyes cause I'm going to tell you this- you don't need prince charmings kiss because Prince Charming doesn't exist (I'm sorry) . You don't need to be anything you don't want to because there's a reason you're the way you are, please accept this.
Im sure you won't agree, I expect this- this is just what I think (forgive me)
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
As I lay my head on your chest each night
I wonder if Adam’s heart beat the same way,
When Eve pressed her ****** body against his
Both of them dreaming - secretly- of heaven.
I wonder if Isolde kissed Tristan like I kiss you;
Drinking from him, as if their passion
Would douse hell’s fires instead of fuel them.
I wonder if Paris looked at Helen the way you look at me;
As if the world started and stopped in her eyes
And everyone’s fate hung from the curve of her lips.
I wonder if Samson was as trusting as you readily are
When Delilah tied him to the kitchen chair
And cut his strength away from him.
And as we drift off to sleep,
Hearts beating in (almost) perfect time,
I wonder if we are as doomed
As history’s great lovers-
If tragedy and true love are as intertwined
As we are between my sheets.
And while I know my dreams will be full
Of Prince Charmings that look like you,
I can never remember if the endings,
Always slipping away like sand through my fingers,
Are written by Disney, or the Brothers Grimm.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
the light drips in through
narrow slats of our curtains
he rolls out of bed
another day of toiling
i see him slip off his pajamas
and pull his work pants on
he sees himself as nothing,
but i see a mighty man
girding himself with a belt
his shirt, a breastplate
his work boots, comparable to the caligae of Roman soldiers
his hat, a warriors helmet
and in this moment as
this humble knight stands before my bedside
i can only think
“other women can keep their prince charmings. I have found a true king.”
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
You were a threat to my stained glass sanity
Armed with rocks and a voice
That could cure a feminist
When I tried to tell you I love you,
I need you slipped out too
I found childhood dreams in your smile
Dressing up in mirrors for prince charmings
That never amounted to the ones I found
In bottle bottoms
Cigarette smoke
Your rescue was less brief
Supernova beautied death
In your Hemingwayan terse verse
"I love you, sweet.
I must go."
Darling
Tattoo my initials in your mind
(As I've done yours)
Just the way we carved them across town
Marking places we'd been
And now you lurk in
Every shadow
Of my
Every memory
And I can't do much
But cry
And smile
At our bittersweet demise
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
i am not the love of your life,
and so it seems
you are not the prince
to blithe charmings
i am the black cat
spawned from the fog
clawed you into the distorted,
into the black dog
Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 8:09 AM UTC
A Poem: Happy Birthday to a Boss Diva
A Friend who held my hand
In whose eyes no problems can stand
One who sees God as Supreme
A Friend who shares in my dream
She held to me even when I was in the dark
One with a love current that doesn't spark
It's true, I may not be Dangote
But my dear, I won't treat you like Antonio Conte
I could still see her shadows even in the darkest of the dark
One whose love is without a bark
The life you live is love indeed as said Gandhi
Sacrificed her all no matter how little
To ensure in worry I don't dwindle
You've really touched my heart
I pray God, we'll never be apart
In the dungeon of hopelessness
Your song of hope in my helplessness
Cushioned me, with faith in God and love for you
That rope that drew me out made me anew
She's a friend to everybody
Her neutrality in friendship needs no study
All Prince Charmings please listen
Happy Birthday to this Princess with a plate of fried rice and chicken
As I'll still bless you
You've really made me somehow anew
Happy Birthday to this Cupid Princess
I wish you long life and happiness
One whose kindness reaches the skies
Whose hand of love even the smallest child sees in her eyes
A Friend with a Five star rating
A Sister without underrating
Became an adult before she turned eighteen
Mature in thinking before she got into the world of teen
Her maturity and understanding has given her this feat
I don't deserve this blessing, I'm humble at your feet
It's your Birthday and I'm glad
You never left me lonely to be sad
As a friend who would never quaver
I say, Happy Birthday to a Boss Diva
© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 7:35 PM UTC
Before
I never understood
why the Prince Charmings
fought for the
sleeping princesses
atop hidden
fortresses
but upon
finding you
I think
I know
what it is –
lying next to you
drinking you —
not a conquest
but a loving
confession
of arms —
you kiss me
and I am
awake.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
When we are lonely children,
we believe in prince charmings.
When we are naive adults,
we get a "oh. um, thanks i guess?"
When we are eager children
we play tag.
When we are better adults,
we get them stolen just to brag.
When we are learning children,
we read comic books.
When we are grieving adults,
we have novelty items stolen by crooks.
Time and time again,
you showed me to never let my guard down.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 5:06 AM UTC