Poems About Britain Seeking Honest Critique
#Britain
Baldwin
Poem Published
28th Feb 2022 2:30pm
28th Feb 2022 2:30pm
Cathedrals
Inside the vaulted walls
at Salisbury
my voice is arched.
At Winchester
it’s round.
But here in Glastonbury’s ruined choir,
where weary Joseph brought the Grail,
where Arthur lies,
and where my eyes are wide as hymns,
it’s grave;
it goes to ground.
at Salisbury
my voice is arched.
At Winchester
it’s round.
But here in Glastonbury’s ruined choir,
where weary Joseph brought the Grail,
where Arthur lies,
and where my eyes are wide as hymns,
it’s grave;
it goes to ground.
#Britain
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Oct 2021 1:32pm
6th Oct 2021 1:32pm
Goddess in a Clown Suit
on listening to the album Seventh Tree
The harlequin of discotheque.
Mischievous and sensual.
Cavorts with giant owls, baroque
and russet-curled. Anarchical
without an ideology,
as utterly serene
in green insanity
as -eval glens and glades. The London clown
wears leather boots, a pirate's hat,
and sings to seven trees, of seventh sons.
Anatomy is fraught. Tradition rent.
Druidic priestess of the marsh,
a pagan goddess drawing near.
Her clownery is cellular.
The harlequin of discotheque.
Mischievous and sensual.
Cavorts with giant owls, baroque
and russet-curled. Anarchical
without an ideology,
as utterly serene
in green insanity
as -eval glens and glades. The London clown
wears leather boots, a pirate's hat,
and sings to seven trees, of seventh sons.
Anatomy is fraught. Tradition rent.
Druidic priestess of the marsh,
a pagan goddess drawing near.
Her clownery is cellular.
#nature
#music
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2021 7:37pm
2nd Feb 2021 7:37pm
My Views 4
The fools who are leading us do not know their heritage.
Our forefathers fought to liberate themselves from forced labour.
They killed the wicked slavers and burned down the Great Houses.
You honour some of them as National Heroes for their bravery,
Yet you are still preserving the Great houses that they despised.
The Great Houses belonged to the evil-minded British.
You foolishly regard the heritage of white people as your own.
Moreover, you teach this absolute garbage in your schools.
You display instruments of slavery in museums to make money. ...
Our forefathers fought to liberate themselves from forced labour.
They killed the wicked slavers and burned down the Great Houses.
You honour some of them as National Heroes for their bravery,
Yet you are still preserving the Great houses that they despised.
The Great Houses belonged to the evil-minded British.
You foolishly regard the heritage of white people as your own.
Moreover, you teach this absolute garbage in your schools.
You display instruments of slavery in museums to make money. ...
#oppression
#politics
#evil
#Africa
#Britain
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Alfie_Shoyger
Poem Published
12th Jul 2020 7:58am
12th Jul 2020 7:58am
The Stokes Croft Riot
Black flags fly from the free-shop window.
Below, a girl who eats no flesh
cradles rolls of rat-cage mesh.
A burst of Caribbean lingo.
A metal sheet across the door
of what was once an anarchist bookshop.
Workmen whistle on the rooftop
of a cobwebbed Polish store.
A waft of cider pressed from plums.
Dreadlocks held in place by pencils
flow beneath a Banksy stencil
of teddy-bears with petrol-bombs.
A mother and three freckled children
munch on processed Cornish pasties.
A bunch of banjo-strumming crusties ...
Below, a girl who eats no flesh
cradles rolls of rat-cage mesh.
A burst of Caribbean lingo.
A metal sheet across the door
of what was once an anarchist bookshop.
Workmen whistle on the rooftop
of a cobwebbed Polish store.
A waft of cider pressed from plums.
Dreadlocks held in place by pencils
flow beneath a Banksy stencil
of teddy-bears with petrol-bombs.
A mother and three freckled children
munch on processed Cornish pasties.
A bunch of banjo-strumming crusties ...
#nature
#Britain
#rebellion #rhyming
#rebellion #rhyming
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Alfie_Shoyger
Poem Published
27th Jun 2020 6:53am
27th Jun 2020 6:53am
F**k the Liberal Left
I used to think that you were there
to lift the working classes,
but now I see your heads jammed up
your own self-serving arses.
You see the world in black and white,
through dogma-curtained glasses,
so certain what the past is,
puking moral catharsis.
You believe in nothing but the rightness
of your own opinions
(the ones you sucked from globalist media’s
brainwash-droning minions
and share with Brussels bigwigs’
censorship-condoning millions):
Let’s home a billion Syrians
whether they’re killers or civilians! ...
to lift the working classes,
but now I see your heads jammed up
your own self-serving arses.
You see the world in black and white,
through dogma-curtained glasses,
so certain what the past is,
puking moral catharsis.
You believe in nothing but the rightness
of your own opinions
(the ones you sucked from globalist media’s
brainwash-droning minions
and share with Brussels bigwigs’
censorship-condoning millions):
Let’s home a billion Syrians
whether they’re killers or civilians! ...
#politics
#rhyming
#freedom
#Britain
#hypocrisy
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MatthewConrad
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 11:17pm
7th Jun 2020 11:17pm
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as the world was gearing up to:
it's usual... i decided to stop smoking...
and find the crucial difference
between iggy pop &
tom waits...
ever since: my blue valentine...
of the latter...
i never quiet took off from the stooges -
until of course: the bowie years...
of the former...
an exercise in freedom of speech -
blunt knife politico -
molotov cocktail thrown into
a cesspit -
and...
here's to going to bed by 12am. ...
it's usual... i decided to stop smoking...
and find the crucial difference
between iggy pop &
tom waits...
ever since: my blue valentine...
of the latter...
i never quiet took off from the stooges -
until of course: the bowie years...
of the former...
an exercise in freedom of speech -
blunt knife politico -
molotov cocktail thrown into
a cesspit -
and...
here's to going to bed by 12am. ...
#America
#Britain
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Alfie_Shoyger
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 9:57pm
7th Jun 2020 9:57pm
Ketamine Trip with Chas and Dave on the Stereo
What sort of person snorts a porky line of ravers’ smack,
then plays the greatest hits of Chas and Dave?
You’re looking at him lying flat out on his back,
his third eye peeking through perception’s bars.
I’m bouncing round a Cockney universe
where pearly angel-kings are beckoning beyond the grave.
They wink at me beside the Pearly Gates and then disperse
in a trillion stars.
Gertcha! Off they vanish
into another dimension,
like a young-retired plumber to a Spanish
villa. Gertcha!
Jason tips his seventh gin and cherryade ...
then plays the greatest hits of Chas and Dave?
You’re looking at him lying flat out on his back,
his third eye peeking through perception’s bars.
I’m bouncing round a Cockney universe
where pearly angel-kings are beckoning beyond the grave.
They wink at me beside the Pearly Gates and then disperse
in a trillion stars.
Gertcha! Off they vanish
into another dimension,
like a young-retired plumber to a Spanish
villa. Gertcha!
Jason tips his seventh gin and cherryade ...
#music
#drugs
#Britain #rhyming
#Britain #rhyming
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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 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.
...
#identity
#politics
#rebellion
#Britain
#rhyming
826 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
724 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
538 reads
6 Comments
chihiro
L
L
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
595 reads
8 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 11:42pm
7th Sep 2019 11:42pm
yellow hammer ..
food shortages
will only happen in the
short term there's
always spam ..
will only happen in the
short term there's
always spam ..
#Britain
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13 Comments
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