Love Poems About Britain or Britain Love Poems
by Mark Toney |
Categories: dance, fire, heartbreak, love, relationship,

Love's Peat Fire

“‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” —Lord, Alfred Tennyson


love at first sight at the ceilidh
dancing 'round peat fires gayly
lad and lass equally smitten
love's peat fire flame in Great Britain

unprepared for love's twists and turns,
ill-fated love crashes and burns
dark and cold was the night she left
leaving the lad crushed and bereft

the lad laments the lass as lost
methinks he should have count the cost
of jumping into love too fast
prudent forethought may help love last

by Olusegun Arowolo |
Categories: emotions, love,

Brenda Bookman

Brenda Bookman writes a book in Berlin ,
Full of suspense ,self-delusion and sensation, sequel
to one she wrote in Britain “Romance of Red Rose”.
Love blooms between a boatman and a blonde,
A city dame and a village dude, dare all odds
to be together ; this love they treasure,

Bond between this two is better than waves of the sea
which flows freely from the horizon,
This passion is pellucid and possessive ,
Even the writer is drawn into it,
Visualizing that this valiant becomes hers..
With a captivating caption—
“Blissful love between Brenda and the Boatman” .


DATE:9-13-2016

by Tracy Mcfayden |
Categories: england, motivation, patriotic,

My Country

This land I live on,
This nation so big,
It's been here thousands of years,
Customs and traditions loved by everyone,
We have our royal family and our queen Elizabeth,
We sing our national anthem,
Our flag the union jack we fly,
With pride we sing Rule Britannia,
I love my country it fills me with pride,
We have had our trial and tribulations,
The last few years have been hard,
We will not be cowed by anyone ..... ever,
This is our country our nation,
This is GREAT BRITAIN.


by Terry Flood |
Categories: funny love,

Pulling Pickles

[Written with ‘Pickle Party’ contest in mind but missed the deadline.] [A pickle (USA) = A Gherkin (UK)] ——— Mr Gherkin from Great Britain Met Miss Pickle, USA A cross Atlantic soirée That was going A Okay He looked her up and down and said, “So how are you today?” She looked at him and said, “Terrific, now you’ve come my way.” He said, “I love your nice green skin.” She said, “I like yours too, alas you smell of vinegar, a little like I do.” He asked if they could meet again She told him, “On your bike.” She said, “I don’t think we would work, we’re just too much alike.”

by Daniel Rosebud |
Categories: lost love,

Lost

the roots of my soul run deep,
deep like the river in the mother land of African

my mind is complex,complex
 like the mazes of Britain 

my future is vague, 
vague as religan 
my strength is great ,
great like galieath 

my love is lost 
lost like the city of Atlantis

by Craig Cornish |
Categories: world war ii,

The Battle of Britain

The teens that swung in God's skies
as death's grip was ever tugging at their soul;
in the blue, where their brother's spitfire squad
sneered at death, as each day took its ghastly toll.
Not long since, as children, they stared and
wondered if they fell, would the clouds catch them.
Comrades have fallen all around - friends/brothers
whose love and courage guide all that follow.
It is a beautiful blue and a quiet peace.
High, before the eagle dives, it screams so loudly,
praying that God's love and strength will guide,
so, at last, a trust to be caught by the clouds.

by Chinedum Ekwobi |
Categories: city, cry, evil, love,

Fed Up With Her Marriage

Their marriage has to be dissolved,
Nothing again to be resolved,
Twelve good years and problems unsolved, 
Their priest had her of guilt absolved, 
Mark who had thrice their problem solved,
Three is Lord God's Holy Number,
No case against her being sombre,
She'll stay right through the Judge's Gavel,
And  then to Great Britain travel...

Joan: The Fed up with her Marriage,
Not planning to find the courage.

by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: beauty, integrity, love,

Elizabeth the Second

For seventy years over Grear Britain, she happily reigned 

The adoration, love, and respect of her subjects she gained

She was glorified in the hearts of people around the world 

Now, a mere citizen yearns to be in the realm of our Lord!







© Demetrios Trifiatis
   20 September 2022

by Christopher Flaherty |
Categories: weather,

Weatherland

If Great Britain 
Or England 
Was ever to be re-named

What about re-naming it

Weatherland 

Because if were to make a list 

Of all things we are known for 

Such as Football , Music , History and the Royal Family

The thing that binds us most and all of us talk about 

Is our daily fascination and discussion

That revolves around the Weather

We complain when its cold and it rains to much

And we complain even on the few days that are hot

Us Brits are a Fickle lot that love nothing more

Than talking about the 

Weather 

1 Hell of a lot