Abbey Poems - Poems about Abbey

Dawn to dusk Redeems our chant And Monks gather to thee In Chorus we sing Hallelujah power and glory be Trumpets the Angels Oh so heavenly We drink of love the life of his blood We thirst for...Read the rest...

Stone, kissed by salt, sighs on the isle, A Gothic spine, against the tide's guile — eight centuries, etched in weathered stone, A whispered prayer, a lonely throne. Granite fingers, reaching for the sky, Embrace the sun, as shadows fly. As...Read the rest...

Hustle: Is not for him, Satisfying Success, But value on others impact Struggling! His look previews mind, Tightening ways to a new start... Who won't work to live, But earn money while age knocks- The old door of timing noon. His struggle with time, Has life's...Read the rest...

In the abbey lived Friar McFunk, Who pounded piano while drunk, But to pay for his rye, Was caught robbing the tythe, Now they call him Felonious Monk....Read the rest...

Can a teenage girl possibly thrive On six-inches of masculine drive? If you can revive Then you will survive As six-inches chugs better than five!...Read the rest...

Within these abandoned stone abbey walls An old coffin can be seen on the site— And strange sounds from the creatures of the night Are heard echoing through the empty halls. The vampire keeps sleeping until night falls— Waiting for...Read the rest...

Not often you find such a landslide of conkers but my father saw them glossy brown among the hedgehog casing. So we foraged with the rove beetle, earthworm, mite, lifting box-loads of mahogany jewels into the back of the Riley. Going home I was ready to...Read the rest...

Drama centered on an aristocratic British family in Old times- early twentieth century Waited on by butlers, footmen, maids and valets Noble families lived wrapped in luxury, night and day Tale of young suitors, attractions, loves and marriages Of...Read the rest...

Horn Hiaku Triplet of Downton Abbey Between you and me Her knockers could hardly see What a way to be. She seemed to extreme With no features that redeem Part of a bad dream. Bra was twenty-two And more pounds lost quite a...Read the rest...

The rooms sit empty, disused as of late. The worn, wood floors, now, creak without weight. Halls once sang to the harmony of life; To the steps of many – socks and sandals, rife. The halls hum, now, to...Read the rest...

We are going on a trip to the British Isles and Channel Island of Guernsey and Normandy. This sure should be quite a cruise. Here is my first poem I am writing about it even though I have not...Read the rest...

You were my friend until you went away I cry when I think of you But you are running with others of your kind With no boundaries and free You were my soul mate until you went away I could...Read the rest...

the past (( collaboration )) by~ Abbey Haigh 'The past gives me goosebumps, to think about in detail, not to hover over the pits like a feather, but to burrow deep down into the cracks and...Read the rest...

Westminster Abbey, With all its doors, Welcomes all, As church bells implore: Come now England, And praise thy Lord, Drop thy shield, And sheath thy sword, So that two hands can pray, Against discord. Inside, the pastor guides his flock, He alone dares cast...Read the rest...

Keep illumined, Under the bright 8 o'clock Skies of the Northwest. Shouts of "lemonade!" Are peppered with music from the Abbey Behind the house I now call my home. This poem moves With the stretched-out days Of brisk summer evenings With the passions...Read the rest...