Poems About Britain Published by Members Recently Online
#Britain
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 11:31am
27th Sep 2024 11:31am
Lines Handwritten Inside a New English Bible
The skyline of the new Jerusalem
stands out against a cloth of black.
To me, an English church
is always clean and crisp like March mornings,
a spray of orange sunflowers,
a stained image of lambs.
The image-bearers walk in robes of sun
and might include me too, if I
could make the leap to faith.
The Bible structures rise within my head,
the flat-roofed cities of the plain
atop which women bathe.
stands out against a cloth of black.
To me, an English church
is always clean and crisp like March mornings,
a spray of orange sunflowers,
a stained image of lambs.
The image-bearers walk in robes of sun
and might include me too, if I
could make the leap to faith.
The Bible structures rise within my head,
the flat-roofed cities of the plain
atop which women bathe.
#Britain
#Christian
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
126 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 11:31am
27th Sep 2024 11:31am
Lines Handwritten Inside a New English Bible
The skyline of the new Jerusalem
stands out against a cloth of black.
To me, an English church
is always clean and crisp like March mornings,
a spray of orange sunflowers,
a stained image of lambs.
The image-bearers walk in robes of sun
and might include me too, if I
could make the leap to faith.
The Bible structures rise within my head,
the flat-roofed cities of the plain
atop which women bathe.
stands out against a cloth of black.
To me, an English church
is always clean and crisp like March mornings,
a spray of orange sunflowers,
a stained image of lambs.
The image-bearers walk in robes of sun
and might include me too, if I
could make the leap to faith.
The Bible structures rise within my head,
the flat-roofed cities of the plain
atop which women bathe.
#Britain
#Christian
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
126 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 11:31am
27th Sep 2024 11:31am
Lines Handwritten Inside a New English Bible
The skyline of the new Jerusalem
stands out against a cloth of black.
To me, an English church
is always clean and crisp like March mornings,
a spray of orange sunflowers,
a stained image of lambs.
The image-bearers walk in robes of sun
and might include me too, if I
could make the leap to faith.
The Bible structures rise within my head,
the flat-roofed cities of the plain
atop which women bathe.
stands out against a cloth of black.
To me, an English church
is always clean and crisp like March mornings,
a spray of orange sunflowers,
a stained image of lambs.
The image-bearers walk in robes of sun
and might include me too, if I
could make the leap to faith.
The Bible structures rise within my head,
the flat-roofed cities of the plain
atop which women bathe.
#Britain
#Christian
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
126 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 11:31am
27th Sep 2024 11:31am
Lines Handwritten Inside a New English Bible
The skyline of the new Jerusalem
stands out against a cloth of black.
To me, an English church
is always clean and crisp like March mornings,
a spray of orange sunflowers,
a stained image of lambs.
The image-bearers walk in robes of sun
and might include me too, if I
could make the leap to faith.
The Bible structures rise within my head,
the flat-roofed cities of the plain
atop which women bathe.
stands out against a cloth of black.
To me, an English church
is always clean and crisp like March mornings,
a spray of orange sunflowers,
a stained image of lambs.
The image-bearers walk in robes of sun
and might include me too, if I
could make the leap to faith.
The Bible structures rise within my head,
the flat-roofed cities of the plain
atop which women bathe.
#Britain
#Christian
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
126 reads
3 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
536 reads
6 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
536 reads
6 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
166 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
166 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
166 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
166 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
166 reads
2 Comments
Louisamay
JaneyBean
JaneyBean
Poem Published
26th Nov 2023 4:51pm
26th Nov 2023 4:51pm
Speaking the Lingo
All the bits and bobs
That cross my space
The dilly dalliance sidesteps
Are the key to my truth
The wafting breeze
to decipher my thoughts
And give shape to my language
I’m well jel of your enunciation
Your cut glass echo
We are like chalk and cheese
But the similarities bubble
We have a shared culture
A lovely jubbly hotchpotch
Of history and experiences
That bind us to our motherland
and let us mooch around at leisure
Exploring our love of the slang
Our secret code for where we came from,
a...
That cross my space
The dilly dalliance sidesteps
Are the key to my truth
The wafting breeze
to decipher my thoughts
And give shape to my language
I’m well jel of your enunciation
Your cut glass echo
We are like chalk and cheese
But the similarities bubble
We have a shared culture
A lovely jubbly hotchpotch
Of history and experiences
That bind us to our motherland
and let us mooch around at leisure
Exploring our love of the slang
Our secret code for where we came from,
a...
#PowerOfWords
#Britain
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
190 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Britain Published by Members Recently Online
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