The Princess’ Cage
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Loading ...This poem is about a Princess, who has all the amenities and pleasures of life, but she feels that she is caged in this golden confinement.
Kindled a soul, behind a mask, way beneath in myself,
caressed in mama’s arms, named a brittle elf.
robes carried me and made silk of the earth,
and the windows showed me the world a merry content heart.
The shimmer of the gems brought sun to my room,
for they crafted a glow, in the darkest of the gloom.
my eyes, in this vivid show, have learnt to sleep warm,
and I do sometimes dream my fancied prince in these calm.
Where walls wear a velvet green, and the flowers of the court dance to the breeze,
while watched over by the gallant knights, I play the games of please.
Feathered me, and each that be, servants and court men, at my care,
gathered in grace, for me the gracious, beautiful princess fair.
Monarchs of the crowned heads and the by-gone nobles,
are carved over my ceiling, with their own little fables,
for they still speak of stories, and they still make it a home
and this little confined princesses, joys that she isn’t really alone.
My windows have a green lawn and my windows show me the sky,
my windows haven’t seen down further, since they have been put high,
hidden behind the huge velvet curtains, they saw and they showed me,
both we were as happy, to see a world in such remarkable glee.
Would I die a noble, oh mama, princesses to my heir?
and be carved on the ceilings, looking gracious in my wear,
for sure there is something away from the greens, the tulips and roses,
and oh mama, I am tired, to what this discipline imposes.
Behind the huge nailed door, a palace, and a princesses of this walls me,
where around in the lakes swam, the little swans in their freedom free,
then let me too feel that air, where men labor and the women tire along,
where the farms are ploughed in merry and they sing the merry song.
Beyond the walls, yes I have heard, oh mama, there is a life too,
your little miss daffodil, seeks to know a different world of view,
where silk does not pave my way, and I sleep to the starry skies above,
and beneath the dark skies, I wish to dream the princess of my love.
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Krishna and Renuka and Poemgeek - Thanks for those words.
Just to add in this is not the contest poem…..but it was intended initially, my contest poem is the heaven’s door…
hey…I completely agree with krishna.your best so far.can’t compare it with inexpensive dream,they belong to two completely different genre.I have always believed that incorporating dialogues in a poem is tough.you pulled it off.
Poetry is Fun, playing around with words and somebody Else's Emotions and topics and sometimes playing around with your own experience and emotions.
So Isn't poetry a fun game.............you play with the world in a few lines.
nice poem
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