Kingly Life



When I get home
I light up my chrome,
Greet everyone there,
And get get sometime to spare
'cause I'm the throne,
Even when my dad is in clown.
Let everyone wonder,
Which kind of son,
Born on the deadly day
When there was no sunrise
But being the only gift,
I sit next to the highest rise,
Of the throne I rose to.

But genuinely crying,
Inside me is hurt, but
Utterly loughing in disguise,
To seal the doom of the,
Ongoing blues
And turning every dream
Into it's reality form,
But the intelligence is
Critically obscured artificially
With the mandate from,
His highness to bestow,
The realms of nature,
That brought down, the
Pharos in the Giza
But truly believing it was,
The old gizery, that
Never stopped dreaming of
The little kingly Life.

About this poem

This poem is about a poem man dreaming about living a life of a King but only to realize he was almost there.

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Written on October 12, 2022

Submitted by sharry_monks on October 12, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AABBXXCXXDXDX XXDEXXXXXXXCEEXXXX
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 745
Words 156
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 13, 18

Sharry Monks

Sharry Monks born Abdushariff Muhumuza Akiiki is a Ugandan Musical Artist, Creative Artist, Actor, Author and Entrepreneur born on 04, December 1999 to the late Night Lucia Shaban Akiiki (MHSRIP), in Kyenjojo District of Western Uganda. He went various schools for his elementary studies before he joined Makerere University for Bachelors Degree in Drama and Film in 2022. He has released numerous songs including singles and albums, authored many books which are all mainly Distributed by Amazon digital services Inc to various bookstores in the world. He's both a scientific and Artistic Re-searcher in many fields of his interests. He has also written many blogs, articles, and journals among other writeable materials. more…

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