PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

My Kingdom


I used to play with the wind

Then i used the pen
Now i’m always  alive

and i always go for a dive

I used to see my people die
And Feel the fear in my people’s eyes
Would Listen as the bells would ring
Now im king!

Now i won’t release
Then i heard the cries saying give us peace
That is when i discovered that my castles stands
Upon the years of my ancestor’s plans

They will Be my mirror

That why i should care

my sword and shield
My friends and i fighting in a field
For some reason I had to explore
It was a wicked and wild lets do some more

Days and nights are becoming quiet

So i would send my knight

It was always during autumn

When He would figure out the problem

They all were in on the surprise

They set up a festival

Saying i’m acceptable

When we celebrate

I would find a mate

She would desire

The flame I aspire
By: Taytum Norris

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.