Poems About Britain Published by Members Recently Online
#Britain
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
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10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
107 reads
10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
107 reads
10 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
Singing is easy when ya drinking
This rain cares not for teardrops
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
#corruption
#greed
#Britain
#poverty
#PopCulture
179 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
Singing is easy when ya drinking
This rain cares not for teardrops
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
#corruption
#greed
#Britain
#poverty
#PopCulture
179 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
Singing is easy when ya drinking
This rain cares not for teardrops
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
#corruption
#greed
#Britain
#poverty
#PopCulture
179 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
Singing is easy when ya drinking
This rain cares not for teardrops
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
#corruption
#greed
#Britain
#poverty
#PopCulture
179 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
Singing is easy when ya drinking
This rain cares not for teardrops
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
#corruption
#greed
#Britain
#poverty
#PopCulture
179 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 10:44pm
24th Aug 2024 10:44pm
History
The
British
Empire
A
global
dictatorship
Murderous
bastards
by Jemia
British
Empire
A
global
dictatorship
Murderous
bastards
by Jemia
#Britain
#historical
#oppression
142 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 10:44pm
24th Aug 2024 10:44pm
History
The
British
Empire
A
global
dictatorship
Murderous
bastards
by Jemia
British
Empire
A
global
dictatorship
Murderous
bastards
by Jemia
#Britain
#historical
#oppression
142 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 10:44pm
24th Aug 2024 10:44pm
History
The
British
Empire
A
global
dictatorship
Murderous
bastards
by Jemia
British
Empire
A
global
dictatorship
Murderous
bastards
by Jemia
#Britain
#historical
#oppression
142 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
21st Apr 2021 4:13am
21st Apr 2021 4:13am
Pater Automobilias - Lap One
Papa had a penchant
for British automobiles
when I was just a wee lad
he drove a Morris Minor
then Uncle Jerry called to tell
what a neighbor had to sell
a steel steed much finer
Fond memory I have
traveling with dad
a long way down the 101
a seemingly magical vehicle to see
father’s mind set to own
the racing green, 1950 MG TD
Parked, rarely driven
smothered under clutter
In a garage in San Diego
my dad and his brother
unearthed the buried treasure
father with glee
hands over the dough...
for British automobiles
when I was just a wee lad
he drove a Morris Minor
then Uncle Jerry called to tell
what a neighbor had to sell
a steel steed much finer
Fond memory I have
traveling with dad
a long way down the 101
a seemingly magical vehicle to see
father’s mind set to own
the racing green, 1950 MG TD
Parked, rarely driven
smothered under clutter
In a garage in San Diego
my dad and his brother
unearthed the buried treasure
father with glee
hands over the dough...
#happiness
#father
#memories
#Britain
#NaPoWriMo2021
414 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Britain Published by Members Recently Online
#Britain is curated by Northern_Soul (-Missy-).
