[Poems From My Kingdom] The Castle and You & Me

There in my fortress,

I find deep solace,

There lies my heart,

In every room it’s a part


There in my castle,

You will hear my whistle,

Calling out to you,

Whenever the wind blew.


There in my chambers,

You will find my letters.

Read it one by one,

Look at what you’ve done.


There in the servant’s quarters,

Are secrets no one chatters.

They are the ones who see,

A great deal of you in me.


[Poems From My Kingdom] Story Of The Knight

Everyday is a battle I face,

For the wind I chase,

In every scorching race,

These are nothing more than my king’s grace.


Not much to tell,

The darkest blood is what I smell,

The king is fine; then all is well,

Through loyalty I could deal with hell.


When harmed I fight,

But defense is a much superior might,

My bones know no fright,

I meet death with my own sight.


Black and cold is the night,

I walk and serve as a guiding light,

The bond of my brothers I carry in my flight,

For I am a knight,


[Poems From My Kingdom] A Soldier’s Chant

Hear Ye, hear ye,

All this for victory.

We march with glory,

And come back with our story.


Hear ye, Hear ye,

The king will see.

A land of no misery,

A land of our duty.


Hear ye, Hear ye,

All of us are mighty,

As strong as can be,

As death can already see.


Hear ye, hear ye,

To our enemy,

We shout thee:

Soldiers are we!

[Poems From My Kingdom] A Servant’s Speech

You think I’m blind,

But you are all my sight.

Such a witness was my mind,

I loved you with all my might.


Though I’m not beside your throne,

I was the one often asked,

I want you alone,

But useless time has passed.


I choose to be a servant,

If that’s the price to be on your side,

I’ll take it with gallant,

For to you I abide.


You think I’m a fool,

With all I am doing,

But I gave you a plentiful,

My king, all my loving.


[Poems From My Kingdom] I Am Queen

Where stained glass-like butterflies dance,

Where iron-clad knights shine in valor,

Where the meadow is greeted by a deer’s glance,

Where love is insignia in every armor,

I am queen.

Where the river tickles your feet,

Where the ocean has no end,

Where the sun and moon meet,

Where you can find a friend,

I am queen.

Where the fountain always flows,

Where the mind plants creativity,

Where bravery in a soul grows,

Where you see beauty in all its glory,

I am queen.

Where affection is pure,

Respect is my king,

And emotions are secure,

That passion dwells in a human being,

I am queen.

[Poems From My Kingdom] The Traveler

A journey, my king,

Is what you asked for.

My soul returning,

Seeks reward from your door.


Miles of travel now lurk my past,

But what I brought is not what you seek.

With this I felt clearly aghast,

And suddenly made myself meek.


A quarrel between us ensued,

I questioned your authority,

And you response seemed crude,

For I discovered clarity.


For what the journey is worth lies after.

I leave you now my king,

Destined for another chapter,

With an innocent heart following.

[Poems From My Kingdom] To My King Of Dreams

I know that I’ve been inactive lately, and it’s because I’m busy (my usual reason) for finals. Last 12 days, yay! So to catch up, I’ll be posting a series of poems, my musings on the kingdom my pen wills me to write. It will be my first time to put a post on queue here on WordPress since I really want to type, publish, and see the lovely people who liked already. But since it’s hell week for me, I’ll just have to wait for a while. Anyway, it’s no big deal, as long as I post my poems, I’m already happy.

So to start, I present you the first of seven poems that are penned by my heart and stroked by my imagination. Here it goes. 🙂

To My King Of Dreams

To the heart of my king,

Let him speak to me only,

Let me be the one to sing,

A broken love’s melody.

I may feel sad for a while,

For a love which isn’t replied.

But I have run for a thousand miles,

Even though you just lied.

My elusive king,

Ruler of my dreams…

In my eyes, the hero of everything,

But in reality, it’s not what it seems.

Sleep well my king,

Thanks for making my dreams colorful.

Before I nap, I’ll be thinking,

I’ll meet you again, how wonderful.

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