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Tag Archives: Regal

Blushing Blue

15 Sunday May 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 100 Comments

Tags

Analogy, Blue blood, Castle, Characteristics, Depiction of self, Fortress, Good and Bad, Grand, Luxury, Metaphorical, Palace, Poetry Potluck, Protected, Qualities, Regal, Royal, Royal blood, Self image, Self portrayal, Week 35

Image credits: turtle_rn@DeviantArt

Where tall doorways open to
a plethora of unspoken powers
Where winding stairs lead to
a patio of the wildest flowers

Where chandeliers of tears
hang from arched high ceilings
Where closed chests hold
a treasure of hidden feelings

Where impenetrable ramparts
guard all chambers of integrity
Where refined tastes coexist
with a fine dose of alacrity

Where portraits of memories
carefully adorn long corridors
Where mysteries wait to be
unearthed from marbled floors

Where fountains of thought
flow beside the bravest knights
Where the moon spares a beam
on the most darkest of nights

This is my body
– my armed fortress –
This is my soul
– my whimsical mansion –
This
…is I…


**Written for Poetry Potluck (Week 35 – Theme: Fortresses, Castles, Palaces and Royal houses).. Check it out, and enjoy this tour de royalty!! You will be amazed at the treasures you’ll find here… **

Necessary or Accessory?

28 Tuesday Sep 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 66 Comments

Tags

Death, Defeat, Fight, Inevitable, Jingle Poetry, Magpie Tales, Monday Poet, Necessary, Regal, Royal, Sufficient

Image Credits: Willow Manor

The soldier with his grit of lead
And armor made of pride
When faced with wars of pure hatred
He simply cannot hide

And marching on, he roars in vain
Cries not, despite the pain

The prince with all his swords and knives
Can’t ward away this harm
When dark angels reign over lives
And lure him with their charm

He lays himself before their eyes
Smile on his lips, he sighs

This fragrance that the princess wears
Can’t drown the putrid smell
Her sunken soul no longer dares
The Reaper’s evil spell

And yet she holds hope as her light
Against a long black night

Mighty canons, and perfumes sweet
These piles of wealth and fame
Betray their lords and bear defeat
When death plays her own game

And in the end, Earth comes to aid
Where all else seems to fade


**Submitted for Magpie Tales (by Willow Manor), and Monday Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry. Please do check out these sites for more creative treats… 100% fun and awe guaranteed! 🙂 **

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