Poems about Britain and being British
#Britain
Poems about Britain and British culture, history, politics and lifestyle. Poems about England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland, and cities and islands within Britain. Also, poetry about British poets and famous British people.
Alfie_Shoyger
Poem Published
25th Feb 2020 10:07am
25th Feb 2020 10:07am
Imagine This Scenario
Imagine this scenario. For centuries, millennia,
your ancestors have ploughed the fields of Britain, milking many a
moocow, pulling many a lever, scrabbling at many a coalface,
been frogmarched off with bayonet, rifle, sword, to stop the whole place
from caving in, as they were told by those who owned the silos,
who fattened up the empires, whipped the natives, shot the rhinos.
Your ancestors were Irish slaves, Welsh miners, English shepherds,
they laid the pipes, they pumped the sewage, dug the...
your ancestors have ploughed the fields of Britain, milking many a
moocow, pulling many a lever, scrabbling at many a coalface,
been frogmarched off with bayonet, rifle, sword, to stop the whole place
from caving in, as they were told by those who owned the silos,
who fattened up the empires, whipped the natives, shot the rhinos.
Your ancestors were Irish slaves, Welsh miners, English shepherds,
they laid the pipes, they pumped the sewage, dug the...
#identity
#politics
#rhyming
#Britain
#rebellion
79 reads
4 Comments
christianwayne
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 7:37am
12th Feb 2020 7:37am
Maestro
Darkness falls as the fog creeps in
The Maestro hones his instruments, a composition to begin,
With cold steel gleaming in a flicker of gaslight
From Hell, he springs to conquer the night.
He haunts the East End of London wall to wall
The streets of Whitechapel his concert hall,
Specter of death embodiment of fear
Playing his hymns for the world to hear.
A composer in carnage patiently appraising his crowd
Seeking an ingénue to adorn with death’s worthy shroud,
To make her famous and immortality bestow
A Devil’s muse given as...
The Maestro hones his instruments, a composition to begin,
With cold steel gleaming in a flicker of gaslight
From Hell, he springs to conquer the night.
He haunts the East End of London wall to wall
The streets of Whitechapel his concert hall,
Specter of death embodiment of fear
Playing his hymns for the world to hear.
A composer in carnage patiently appraising his crowd
Seeking an ingénue to adorn with death’s worthy shroud,
To make her famous and immortality bestow
A Devil’s muse given as...
#dark
#murder
#death
#evil
#Britain
107 reads
5 Comments
Vamps
Poem Published
11th Jan 2020 11:55am
11th Jan 2020 11:55am
Fenland
Where the
Hare does run
Fleet of foot
The Kestrel
Hovers
Lonely
Above
Wind swept Wheat
Golden waves
Heavy headed
Moving
with
Sea travelled
Whips
Paths well trod
Slate grey
Footed
by the ghosts
Of drovers
Tar toed flocks
Journeymen
Living
Less ordinary
From Fen to
The Big Smoke
Tied only
To...
Hare does run
Fleet of foot
The Kestrel
Hovers
Lonely
Above
Wind swept Wheat
Golden waves
Heavy headed
Moving
with
Sea travelled
Whips
Paths well trod
Slate grey
Footed
by the ghosts
Of drovers
Tar toed flocks
Journeymen
Living
Less ordinary
From Fen to
The Big Smoke
Tied only
To...
#home
#countryside
#Britain
77 reads
1 Comment
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
- Missy -
Poem Published
26th Dec 2019 9:12am
26th Dec 2019 9:12am
Ode to an English Christmas
Father-in-law
dons a waistcoat
& well-pressed tie
dry-clean only—
gold cufflinks
& polished shoes
3 bottles of Barolo
sunk at dinner
stilton, port &
camembert
grace red cloth
after eight.
The Queen
is apparently
still alive.
dons a waistcoat
& well-pressed tie
dry-clean only—
gold cufflinks
& polished shoes
3 bottles of Barolo
sunk at dinner
stilton, port &
camembert
grace red cloth
after eight.
The Queen
is apparently
still alive.
#Christmas
#Britain
#tradition
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3 Comments
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
- Missy -
Poem Published
9th Dec 2019 00:08am
9th Dec 2019 00:08am
Home
13:00 dirt trail
thick river reeds
weave around fingers
as painted mill boards
twine themselves through
thatched roofs
you can
walk your way
a thousand years
but eventually, man
& his boots will carve
new paths through
your well-trodden
trees
it’s inevitable really,
just time & misfortunes
but not today—
today it dragged me
300 miles in a car
to where my parents
keep my baby shoes
wrapped in attic linen
here to...
thick river reeds
weave around fingers
as painted mill boards
twine themselves through
thatched roofs
you can
walk your way
a thousand years
but eventually, man
& his boots will carve
new paths through
your well-trodden
trees
it’s inevitable really,
just time & misfortunes
but not today—
today it dragged me
300 miles in a car
to where my parents
keep my baby shoes
wrapped in attic linen
here to...
#sadness
#countryside
#river
#memories
#Britain
38 reads
12 Comments
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
- Missy -
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2019 11:31pm
2nd Dec 2019 11:31pm
Terror
he didn’t die
alone
.
seemed
the most
important
bullet point
.
alone
.
seemed
the most
important
bullet point
.
#murder
#Britain
33 reads
1 Comment
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
- Missy -
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 3:01pm
3rd Nov 2019 3:01pm
Blood compass
in the end
it’s all arrows
marking
a drive
never tasted
granite like it
these roads
haven’t finished
with me
yet
it’s all arrows
marking
a drive
never tasted
granite like it
these roads
haven’t finished
with me
yet
#cars
#travel
#SelfReflection #Britain
#SelfReflection #Britain
29 reads
8 Comments
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
- Missy -
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 10:22pm
2nd Nov 2019 10:22pm
On Glasgow
street lamp archway
copper confetti sparks,
pavement wheels spin
this iron bridge
dripping thick oil
sunset silhouette,
crude tankers soaked
with moon sweat
could be rain of course;
no-one here can tell
the difference anymore
grey stone
singing freedom,
chained to rage
those hollow cranes
drinking up the Clyde
the old ships
breaking loose.
copper confetti sparks,
pavement wheels spin
this iron bridge
dripping thick oil
sunset silhouette,
crude tankers soaked
with moon sweat
could be rain of course;
no-one here can tell
the difference anymore
grey stone
singing freedom,
chained to rage
those hollow cranes
drinking up the Clyde
the old ships
breaking loose.
#city
#night
#Britain
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3 Comments
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
- Missy -
Poem Published
30th Sep 2019 3:23pm
30th Sep 2019 3:23pm
Song Of Albion
Come now, child of Albion
through the wheat fields of your life
and the sun has set upon the Earth
that has seen its share of strife
and though these times of trouble
have flooded day by day,
there's a song I sing out to the land
that's calling me to stay
Come now, trees of Albion
you Gods all dressed in green
wandering through the woods at night
no man has ever seen,
for winter in the tidelands
will never stop the chase
of the stag beneath the silver moon
that smiles without a face
...
through the wheat fields of your life
and the sun has set upon the Earth
that has seen its share of strife
and though these times of trouble
have flooded day by day,
there's a song I sing out to the land
that's calling me to stay
Come now, trees of Albion
you Gods all dressed in green
wandering through the woods at night
no man has ever seen,
for winter in the tidelands
will never stop the chase
of the stag beneath the silver moon
that smiles without a face
...
#trees
#sea
#nature
#pagan
#Britain
28 reads
6 Comments
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
- Missy -
Poem Published
28th Sep 2019 11:47am
28th Sep 2019 11:47am
Where are your Pagan Gods now?
before
they became churches
they were granite slabs
carved from wild bone
forged
of Earth
they became churches
they were granite slabs
carved from wild bone
forged
of Earth
#religion
#Christian
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
36 reads
5 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Sep 2019 10:52pm
21st Sep 2019 10:52pm
The City Square
a blast of heat
summer light
pedestrians crowd the city streets
shoppers, tourists
taxis, buses
a double crossing
further on lies a private square
protected by iron railings and metal spikes
residents rest on a central lawn
on this final day of British summer
summer light
pedestrians crowd the city streets
shoppers, tourists
taxis, buses
a double crossing
further on lies a private square
protected by iron railings and metal spikes
residents rest on a central lawn
on this final day of British summer
#city
#Britain
120 reads
6 Comments
chihiro
L
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Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 00:07am
18th Sep 2019 00:07am
her majesty's government
angry, tired, embarrassed, confused
this is how i feel when i think of you
boring, liars, delusional, charade
i will not settle till the debt is paid
we're watching through our screens
detached
let go
how will you give back to us just what you owe?
will you grant us fair wages?
real news on pages?
will you fight for the hungry?
the trodden on,
the angry
all we want is to be happy
free
what is it that's so different between you and me?
the money?
the power? ...
this is how i feel when i think of you
boring, liars, delusional, charade
i will not settle till the debt is paid
we're watching through our screens
detached
let go
how will you give back to us just what you owe?
will you grant us fair wages?
real news on pages?
will you fight for the hungry?
the trodden on,
the angry
all we want is to be happy
free
what is it that's so different between you and me?
the money?
the power? ...
#anger
#corruption
#politics #Britain
#politics #Britain
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