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
104 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
104 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
104 reads
10 Comments
Villev
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:49pm
9th May 2024 11:49pm
High Upon Stone
Ice cracked bones
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
#America
#art
#Britain
#culture
#historical
151 reads
0 Comments
Villev
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:49pm
9th May 2024 11:49pm
High Upon Stone
Ice cracked bones
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
#America
#art
#Britain
#culture
#historical
151 reads
0 Comments
Villev
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:49pm
9th May 2024 11:49pm
High Upon Stone
Ice cracked bones
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
#America
#art
#Britain
#culture
#historical
151 reads
0 Comments
Villev
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:49pm
9th May 2024 11:49pm
High Upon Stone
Ice cracked bones
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
#America
#art
#Britain
#culture
#historical
151 reads
0 Comments
Villev
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:49pm
9th May 2024 11:49pm
High Upon Stone
Ice cracked bones
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That shall never die
#America
#art
#Britain
#culture
#historical
151 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 1:14am
13th Sep 2024 1:14am
there’s no more big shops
the town has more vape shops
and charity shops and barber
shops and coffee
shops
around for a while, but he just
misses woolworths
and charity shops and barber
shops and coffee
shops
around for a while, but he just
misses woolworths
#Britain
134 reads
5 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
9th Mar 2023 11:49pm
9th Mar 2023 11:49pm
Spring
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun,
as if it were a quince and
the juice dripped down
its beard covered chin
- it's called raindrops,
they leak into crevices,
every split on every piece
of generative earth,
where the earthworms thrive,
where the roots stretch anxious fingers
out to fetch the run off,
out to drink what's left.
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun
and so the seed 'comes the seedling
and the quince tree starts to grow.
as if it were a quince and
the juice dripped down
its beard covered chin
- it's called raindrops,
they leak into crevices,
every split on every piece
of generative earth,
where the earthworms thrive,
where the roots stretch anxious fingers
out to fetch the run off,
out to drink what's left.
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun
and so the seed 'comes the seedling
and the quince tree starts to grow.
#trees
#nature
#Britain
299 reads
3 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
9th Mar 2023 11:49pm
9th Mar 2023 11:49pm
Spring
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun,
as if it were a quince and
the juice dripped down
its beard covered chin
- it's called raindrops,
they leak into crevices,
every split on every piece
of generative earth,
where the earthworms thrive,
where the roots stretch anxious fingers
out to fetch the run off,
out to drink what's left.
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun
and so the seed 'comes the seedling
and the quince tree starts to grow.
as if it were a quince and
the juice dripped down
its beard covered chin
- it's called raindrops,
they leak into crevices,
every split on every piece
of generative earth,
where the earthworms thrive,
where the roots stretch anxious fingers
out to fetch the run off,
out to drink what's left.
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun
and so the seed 'comes the seedling
and the quince tree starts to grow.
#trees
#nature
#Britain
299 reads
3 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
9th Mar 2023 11:49pm
9th Mar 2023 11:49pm
Spring
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun,
as if it were a quince and
the juice dripped down
its beard covered chin
- it's called raindrops,
they leak into crevices,
every split on every piece
of generative earth,
where the earthworms thrive,
where the roots stretch anxious fingers
out to fetch the run off,
out to drink what's left.
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun
and so the seed 'comes the seedling
and the quince tree starts to grow.
as if it were a quince and
the juice dripped down
its beard covered chin
- it's called raindrops,
they leak into crevices,
every split on every piece
of generative earth,
where the earthworms thrive,
where the roots stretch anxious fingers
out to fetch the run off,
out to drink what's left.
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun
and so the seed 'comes the seedling
and the quince tree starts to grow.
#trees
#nature
#Britain
299 reads
3 Comments
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