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Poem Details | by
arthur vaso |
Categories:
beauty, cry, death, desire, england, romantic, spiritual,
In the deepest of emotions
A desire to please
Be loved
Caressing tears like the wind
Kissing dreams in creamy lace
Carnal is the heart of seduction
Insane and sublime
Holding both body and soul
To my beating heart
No one shall see my weeping face
Our love was eternal
As you died in my arms
Poem Details | by
Smail Poems |
Categories:
christmas, dream, earth day, easter, education, england, environment, eulogy, farewell,
swishwhirling
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby
Poem Details | by
Mark J. Halliday |
Categories:
death, england, eulogy, loss, ocean, soldier, war,
Columns and Ranks (20140925)
Standing straight in columns and ranks,
Heads newly shaved by the barber,
Carrying guns loaded with blanks:
New recruits after Pearl Harbor.
The Generals inspected troops,
Standing straight in columns and ranks;
Afterwards they broke into groups,
And marched towards the ships’ gangplanks.
They boarded ships with guns and tanks
To England, the Atlantic crossed.
Standing straight in columns and ranks,
They’d free Europe at any cost.
Allied troops endured dire losses;
Gaining a foothold up the banks.
Heroes sleep beneath the crosses
Standing straight in columns and ranks.
Poem Details | by
Tony Hargreaves |
Categories:
children, death, earth, england, evil, history, hurt, parents, sad, scary,
From age as young as five
they were sent down the mine.
The darkness struck terror
but they dare not complain.
In the dust, grit and wet
of that black evil place
they grub around in filth
to work at the coalface.
If a new seam was cut
the air became toxic.
They coughed and they choked
and struggled in panic.
When the coalface collapsed,
alive they were buried.
Some were never dug out
but just left there as dead.
When a child died like that,
parents offered some pence,
which the coalmine owner
thought was fair recompense.
In that meanest mine-shaft,
with each child a cheap slave
there were many young deaths
and the pit was their grave.
Poem Details | by
Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
bereavement, england, world,
With bitter tears in my eyes and a loving sweet kiss
Dear Albion I say goodbye, Thy presence I will miss!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
24 June 2016
* Final results: 51.9 % to leave European Union, 48.1% to stay.
The peoples of Great Britain have spoken. Good luck!
Poem Details | by
Serge Belinsky |
Categories:
beauty, england, feelings, flower, flying, sad love, sympathy,
Slightly snowy Bouquet of red roses,
Glowing and shimmering with all color shades of light purple Egypt lilies,
On the forgotten Gods on Earth and in space always ,
Accidentally noticed but then later banned by the Queen of All Snows ,
All steering on it with unrelenting attention intently and carefully ,
marveling at its beauty,
Reflected as in a mirror in miriards of the gloomest color shades in the clouds ,
Evaporates in the endless void of space distances ....
Neverending story
The End
Poem Details | by
Edward Johannes |
Categories:
celebrity, community, death, england, fear, murder,
English Countryside Carnage
There is a genteel place called Midsomer,
But living there can be a real bummer.
For the inhabitants wait in dread
That they be among the murdered dead.
Poem Details | by
Stephen Honor |
Categories:
anger, art, death, england, fantasy, history,
Tension rises
Feel the heat beneath the visor
A swing, a duck, a roll to safety
The is not the place to be hasty
Can not faulter
For death awaits who is not wiser
A hit, a plunge, a source of pain
Who is the one that will remain
Poem Details | by
Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
bereavement, england, world,
No sooner were the walls of the city demolished than the lurking enemies at its gates appeared!*
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
24 June 2016
*" Those who forget their history are condemned to repeat it" Epimenides, Greek philosopher, seventh century BC.
Written in connection to Great Britain's decision to leave the European Union.
Poem Details | by
Mike Grant |
Categories:
confidence, courage, emotions, england, fire, food, for him, friend, funeral, grandfather, immigration, inspirational, jealousy, life,
Erratic behavior is on the verge
There's going to be a dramatic surge
Morality is at an all-time low
In this crazy twisted show, don't ya know
The ups and the downs with the crazy clowns
Being Pinned down by a million pounds
Living like a scrounge in a crazy town
Always Bound by that evil sound
Yelling at the sky and asking why
Anger is an issue that we can't deny
The shady characters in the dark
Sneaking up on you like a shark
Human parts being picked apart
Taking a left instead of going straight
Going to fast need to hit the brakes
One bad mistake is all it takes
Darkness is coming at an alarming rate
Poem Details | by
Mark Toney |
Categories:
betrayal, conflict, corruption, death, divorce, england, religion,
moral tug-of-war
King Henry VIII's divorce-
Sir Thomas no more
Poem Details | by
Roy Pett |
Categories:
anniversary, birthday, death, england, inspiration, poetry,
Though unworthy to write thee a sonnet
thine anniversary of thou death, bard,
like a tome stone with nothing upon it
excuse mine language I do discard,
mine knowledge tis very limited sire,
to be learned as thee and not a fool
mine goal to emulate thee mine desire,
to disrespect thee would be so cruel,
but thy lifes work, still goes forth learned bard,
theatres over thee world enjoyed by many,
thou create fun and laughter though so hard,
works of art never surpassed by any,
so my dear sire all I wanted to say,
I am thinking of thee sire this very day.
Wrote as a tribute to William Shakespeare who died on 23rd April 1616.
22nd April 2017.
Poem Details | by
Kevin Shaw |
Categories:
death, england, sad, tree,
Elm Tree Haiku
rotting elm
diseased of beetle-
left to die
Written 28.4.18
Poem Details | by
Anna Greene |
Categories:
bereavement, england, holiday, may, patriotic,
A gentle breeze on a scorching day,
We wake up early to bring in the May.
Bluebell skies frame cherry blossom showers,
Excited young girls hold garlands of flowers.
Morris men and mummers,
St George and the Dragon,
The roasting of meat,
And ale by the flagon.
And then,
Bouncy castles, welly wanging
Gem jars and races.
Ancient names with modern faces.
At May time
old and new worlds collide
She rests on the stones
With a large glass of wine.
The flags remain
But the people are gone.
Sunburnt daytrippers
Return to their homes.
The sheltering tree
That stands on the street
Guards the old and the new
Until next time they meet.
8th May 2018
Poem Details | by
Devotchka Lovingrace |
Categories:
city, conflict, corruption, culture, death, england,
Grey box
Grey box stacked sideways and
Heavenwards
With spanning wings and no sky
No faint trace
Or morning ember.
The sky turned over
And rolling and folding.
The denizens
The citizens
The comrades linked like mail.
Deep red and black and eyes.
Manufacture a semblance
Of better than and lesser than
And modern man and model man.
All the while fifty feet tall and grey.
Tell us a story
Of a communist. A socialist.
A red star shooting skyward.
How life is better in our grey
Against their grey.
Starvation differs in the dialect.
Collapsing.
Poem Details | by
Mary Steffen |
Categories:
death, england, nature, obituary,
summer rose goodbye
magic gone forever more
the queen of our hearts
Poem Details | by
randy johnson |
Categories:
celebrity, death, england, february,
When he was born, God gave him a special gift.
He was a British actor who was named Clive Swift.
He starred as Richard Bucket and Roy Bowden in 'Keeping Up Appearances' and 'The Old Guys'.
He was a remarkable actor and it's a damn shame when such a person dies.
Because of the talent God gave to him, he was extraordinary.
Sadly, this great man lost his life on the first day of February.
[Dedicated to Clive Swift (1936-2019) who died on February 1, 2019.]
Poem Details | by
Steve Sant |
Categories:
death, england,
The broken feeling you learn it young
You must for it's certainty true
No hysterical fits just stiff upper lips
We are British and that's what we do
So when I was but five and my grandfather died
And old aunts wept silent tears
I acted much older me being a brave soldier
My conduct addressed not my fears
My mother explained how it all got arranged
You had to be good and be kind
And long as you are a virtuous star
You shall leave the old devil behind
What is good though I wonder still on it I ponder
Some horrible people do pray
At this my fathers wake I make the mistake
Of thinking there's nothing to say
Poem Details | by
Tony Hargreaves |
Categories:
death, england, history, horror, judgement, poverty,
The blade is hoist; the crowds are flooding in
To witness gruesome act of beheading
A man who had stolen but paltry pence.
Onlookers gloat and revel in suspense.
He'd robbed a pauper of her parish alms.
The law is strict; on this it has no qualms.
His neck is on the block he starts to pray
As last few seconds quickly tick away.
Approaching chime of ten, folk hold their breath.
The blade drops fast and takes him to his death.
It's shocking but these are the brutal facts
That people have to face in Halifax.
Poem Details | by
randy johnson |
Categories:
celebrity, death, dedication, england, goodbye,
A British actor entertained people as Selwyn Froggitt and The Gaffer.
During his 89 years of life, Bill Maynard gave millions the gift of laughter.
He starred in a few episodes of both 'Worzel Gummidge' and 'Heartbeat'.
He starred once in both 'The Ugliest Girl In Town' and 'Coronation Street'.
When he died, it was hard for all of his fans to get a grip.
He died in a hospital not long after falling and breaking his hip.
It was twelve months ago when he passed away.
Sadly, we lost a talented actor one year ago today.
[Dedicated to Bill Maynard (1928-2018) who died on March 30, 2018.]
Poem Details | by
Maurice Rigoler |
Categories:
grave, life,
Enter deep into our woods
and you’ll come upon an old cemetery.
It was a cleared-out field then
when they were lowered in those graves.
The native slate that marks each one
is now roughed-edged by years
of gnawing time and weather.
The flesh that once gave life to those
inscribed names perished long ago.
What can still be seen and read
are names without memory or history,
except for dates; but even stones
and names wear thin, like gritty
cobwebs through which the most
determined light is faint – like the last
flickers of tallow candles these dead
may have seen as the terrifying darkness
rushed in and blotted out their lives.