Briana Knight

Rookie (December 8,1993 / New Orleans, La)

The King - Poem by Briana Knight

I felt its fingers befor I saw its smile.
It tugged me gently out of my slumber smiled and embraced me.
Clothed in a clowed so white man has never known.
A rainbow about its feet and golden crown upon his head.
Silent yet full of power he stood his own.
I looked away and Love still reached his hand to me and said
Come with me
I shall never leave
Hold me close
I'll be here the most
Listen to my heart
I have been here from your start
Though my heart long for false truth Love has never ceased to keep my youth.

Comments about The King by Briana Knight

  • Briana Knight (8/22/2012 5:01:00 PM)

    @Adeline...thank for the help...I will at once take your advice...thank you dearly. (Report) Reply

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  • Adeline Foster (8/22/2012 12:25:00 PM)

    Why the one, you may wonder. First of all you never refer to people as 'it'. He and she and they are pronouns used for people. 'Cloud' is never spelled 'clowed'. And 'my heart longed for' not 'long for'. These little details are important in poetry.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 15, 2012

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