Long Poems About Britain
#Britain
missjem56
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 10:59pm
23rd May 2020 10:59pm
The Forester King (The Legend of Robin Hood)
The Forester King (The Legend of Robin Hood)
Twas but merely a hundred years
Harold with splintered eye, wept blood, not tears
William The Conqueror of Normandy, had battles won
As old Saxon Danes were badly out-done
Their fight for survival, had just begun
Enslaved by Norman Earls, Barons and Knights
After the death of Hereward The Wake, in fights
The Saxons were treated simply as serfs
Diminished in strength, morale and nerves
Their courage was now on its final reserves
Like Romeo and Juliet, two lovers barely met at...
Twas but merely a hundred years
Harold with splintered eye, wept blood, not tears
William The Conqueror of Normandy, had battles won
As old Saxon Danes were badly out-done
Their fight for survival, had just begun
Enslaved by Norman Earls, Barons and Knights
After the death of Hereward The Wake, in fights
The Saxons were treated simply as serfs
Diminished in strength, morale and nerves
Their courage was now on its final reserves
Like Romeo and Juliet, two lovers barely met at...
#mythology
#historical
#Britain #tradition
#Britain #tradition
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2 Comments
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
723 reads
5 Comments
Kexby
john rickell
john rickell
Poem Published
14th Jun 2018 12:44pm
14th Jun 2018 12:44pm
Napoleon York 1950s
Beside the bridge in Ousegate,
Boyes stood all those years
haberberdashery and toys
clothes scattered, retail confusion
not smart as Leake and Thorpe .
the Ouse flows slow and muddy
since the Romans came in galleons
disembarking on the wooden jetty,
King's Staithe now they call it.
Sand banks against the bridge
floods almost every year
Down the steps
beside Jay's furniture. ...
Boyes stood all those years
haberberdashery and toys
clothes scattered, retail confusion
not smart as Leake and Thorpe .
the Ouse flows slow and muddy
since the Romans came in galleons
disembarking on the wooden jetty,
King's Staithe now they call it.
Sand banks against the bridge
floods almost every year
Down the steps
beside Jay's furniture. ...
#home
#city
#Britain
527 reads
2 Comments
monkeyman
Poem Published
25th Jan 2018 11:31am
25th Jan 2018 11:31am
Our England
My England is red brick houses
on terraced streets
its football fields
council flats
chiniese chippies
and pizza shops
this is my England
parks and lakes
hills and trees
summer highs of 12 degrees
this is our England
England is ours
each and every one of us
whether you are Muslim atheist Christian or Jew
this great land belongs to you
black white
one of a million different shades of brown
you own the schools the...
on terraced streets
its football fields
council flats
chiniese chippies
and pizza shops
this is my England
parks and lakes
hills and trees
summer highs of 12 degrees
this is our England
England is ours
each and every one of us
whether you are Muslim atheist Christian or Jew
this great land belongs to you
black white
one of a million different shades of brown
you own the schools the...
#identity
#politics
#home
#uplifting
#Britain
710 reads
2 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
27th Oct 2017 12:40pm
27th Oct 2017 12:40pm
What would we Brits do without having the weather to talk or moan about, eh? (Poem)
By Stanley Collymore
Why do we needlessly keep cherishing the seasons in Britain
when in actuality there’s no difference nowadays between
any of them? I say this because I can well remember
the time when there was a clear distinction, let’s
say, between Spring and Winter but woefully
those days are long gone; and when, pray
tell, can you honestly remember or else vividly recall
when we all had good old-fashioned pristine snow
and lots of it on Christmas Day and the rest of
the time too, which to every one of us who, ...
Why do we needlessly keep cherishing the seasons in Britain
when in actuality there’s no difference nowadays between
any of them? I say this because I can well remember
the time when there was a clear distinction, let’s
say, between Spring and Winter but woefully
those days are long gone; and when, pray
tell, can you honestly remember or else vividly recall
when we all had good old-fashioned pristine snow
and lots of it on Christmas Day and the rest of
the time too, which to every one of us who, ...
#politics
#frustration
#Britain
#culture
#rebellion
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composedWITHrazors
Blade Artist
Blade Artist
Poem Published
4th Aug 2017 11:58pm
4th Aug 2017 11:58pm
this is ENGLAND
Cocaine users are murdering the heroin users
Boasting of their exploits down local boozers
The twisted mentality of chemical addicted thugs
Life is cheap in England and so are the drugs
thisISengland
Now the kids play with knives, not on an Xbox
The playground stabbings that no longer shocks
A moped crime-wave, outlaws use acid attacks
Yet crime rates are falling according to GOV.UK facts
THISisENGLAND
Twisted ideologies and terror related violence
We all stand together in one minutes silence
Citizens watch...
Boasting of their exploits down local boozers
The twisted mentality of chemical addicted thugs
Life is cheap in England and so are the drugs
thisISengland
Now the kids play with knives, not on an Xbox
The playground stabbings that no longer shocks
A moped crime-wave, outlaws use acid attacks
Yet crime rates are falling according to GOV.UK facts
THISisENGLAND
Twisted ideologies and terror related violence
We all stand together in one minutes silence
Citizens watch...
#politics
#Britain
#PopCulture
729 reads
6 Comments
Sintrovert
Sintrovertz
Sintrovertz
Poem Published
9th Jan 2017 00:13am
9th Jan 2017 00:13am
2016 Summary UK Urban Edition
We finally reached the end of two thousand and sixteen.
Everyone knows what a crazy year it has been.
The pound went down like a dodgy soufflé, BBC lost bake off to Channel 4
X Factor turned into a spoof, Honey G has record deal what for?
Brixton payed homage to David Bowie its prodigal son.
While Cheryl got pregnant with someone almost young enough to be her son.
The year of the underdog, the year of backlash for those who let standards slip.
Jose lost the changing room, Tottenham lost their bottle and Leicester won the premiership.
Kanye hospitalised...
Everyone knows what a crazy year it has been.
The pound went down like a dodgy soufflé, BBC lost bake off to Channel 4
X Factor turned into a spoof, Honey G has record deal what for?
Brixton payed homage to David Bowie its prodigal son.
While Cheryl got pregnant with someone almost young enough to be her son.
The year of the underdog, the year of backlash for those who let standards slip.
Jose lost the changing room, Tottenham lost their bottle and Leicester won the premiership.
Kanye hospitalised...
#PopCulture
#Britain
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marthard
Poem Published
31st May 2013 2:14pm
31st May 2013 2:14pm
City sky and country hills
The lure of nature grows in its absence.
A lost love hurts more than love delayed.
Mine I surrendered. Its recapture
Showed the full spectrum of what was missed.
A country boy, at first by the seashore
And then entranced by meadows, paths and woods,
By hills and streams and with all that moved there.
Even my university abutted
The Alice in Wonderland river bank.
As a man I embraced the big city.
Who could make a life and future elsewhere?
Yet city suburbs are the no man's land, ...
A lost love hurts more than love delayed.
Mine I surrendered. Its recapture
Showed the full spectrum of what was missed.
A country boy, at first by the seashore
And then entranced by meadows, paths and woods,
By hills and streams and with all that moved there.
Even my university abutted
The Alice in Wonderland river bank.
As a man I embraced the big city.
Who could make a life and future elsewhere?
Yet city suburbs are the no man's land, ...
#city
#countryside
#sky
#Britain
#nature
741 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Britain
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