England Poems | Examples of England Poetry

Autumn paints New England, staining hillsides, wrapped in red, garnishing the trail beneath my steps. The season spills like cabernet across a changing landscape; where the maples bleed their aging, amber leaves. I stroll amidst the falling flames, below the blazing treetops, the crisp air thick with life, that's...Read the rest...

How is this free verse poem. Perfumef handkerchifs Hiding thete smells SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL Urchins and vagabonds Scavaging for food SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL The starving scrambling Food from the...Read the rest...

I said, "let's do this" John said "Okay , if you'd like to follow me" And took me downstairs to what seemed like a medical facility There were about five others in the room waiting for me...Read the rest...

It's been just over seven months since I fell off the roof I'd never believed in miracles, but they happen I'm proof Apart from a limp when walking I was feeling quite well And that I'd suffered a...Read the rest...

Suddenly frisson cold with fright... I describe, suddenly feeling scared and tried to summon sense and sensibility after scrambling to stand upright with all my might. Otherwise titled recalling taking a fall about five years ago ala Humpty Dumpty impersonation (and nearly...Read the rest...

I saw you In the tender birth of a summer’s day Emerge, Fragile to a new life, New freedom, Feast delights of nectar On the brambled cliffs. I saw your fluttered dance of courtship In the gladed woods Above the Lyn. Those crowded flights Of summer’s...Read the rest...

Electorate on tenterhooks until... outcome of 2024 presidential election announced Polling places slated to open seven o'clock in the morning November fifth two thousand twenty four heightened tensions will strain patience to breaking point concerning extreme anticipation common joe experiences (biden his/her...Read the rest...

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...

I have this awful feeling that the universe is changing its shape, and the earth is going to increase the human race, the Meteorites are sailing through the sky, and the earth is racing in...Read the rest...

Alma is back on BBC with tales of eccentricity even the critics said it’s good they’re calling Bolton, "Brollywood" claiming it's worth the licence fee It's warmth is positivity facing life and absurdity in ways no-one else, would or could Alma is back BAFTA...Read the rest...

Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen! Robin Hood , Robin Hood and his merry men give to the rich what they' taken from the poor. The world in which I'm living ain't the one I knew before....Read the rest...

Hiding again from the dazzling sun Why am I here, I’ve no clue There’s no necessity to walk around No urgent business to do Sounds like I’m killing the time, but I’m not It is exactly the opposite Time is...Read the rest...

Sunlight dictates our days somehow Evenings speak of duvets now People begin to cough or sneeze Trees start to dread each single breeze E-type says there’s nowhere to park Mornings complain about the dark Blackberries doubt that they’ll get picked English...Read the rest...

Westward in the winter mist unwavering wing-beat rhythm thrusting purposeful powerful pale creatures of a pale world, outstretched magnificence reshaped from the haughty elegance of arched necks and curved wing-folds white on a summer’s placid lake. On a cold foggy morning in Dorset, England, in January, 1992, I heard the distinctive wingbeats...Read the rest...

It was suggested that I try my hand at writing a Limerick. I hope you enjoy this first attempt! A bit more political than I anticipated but I guess we're inspired and moved by current events!...Read the rest...