His Highness Shaved thin and sound is the ground of faith by his highness. We trump, we bow Only to allow the king his holy pass. He Treads upon the feet of those who eat his grime And his shame. Glee to the courts, And Money to the ports Our highness is So Kind. Oh lovely scene, oh a beautiful sight, For Our King is so bright With thought and love. For All his People.
Hello, I am a young 16 year old poet, wanting some help with this poem.
What should I do with it?
Thanking you
Okay, first (and again these are only suggestions): write about what you know, the experiences of your OWN life, and second, avoid vague language that is centuries outdated like "faith" and "shame" and "kind" and third, avoid rhyme for awhile; it is more difficult than it looks and if not done really really well, it can make the whole poem seem like a journal entry than an attempt at a work of Art, and fourth, who is the speaker? who is the "we" and why should we, the readers, care? How can we, the readers, relate to this seemingly abstract concept? and lastly, don't try to put a message into your poem; it shouldn't be didactic. show the reader an image, a slice from your OWN life, and the message will be whatever the reader gets from it.
His Highness
Shaved thin and sound
is the ground
of faith
by his highness.
We trump, we bow
Only to allow
the king his holy pass.
He Treads upon the feet
of those who eat
his grime
And his shame.
Glee to the courts,
And Money to the ports
Our highness is
So Kind.
Oh lovely scene,
oh a beautiful sight,
For Our King is so bright
With thought
and love.
For All his People.
Matthew <msilverman_20@hotmail.com>
New Orleans, LA USA - Sat Oct 13 10:24:58 2001
Readers: You may wish to contact C.T. Alexander privately with your ideas about this poem.