Love Poems About England or England Love Poems
by Jim Dunlap |
Categories: appreciation, celebrity, england,

A Golden Brooke

He lives upon a printed page,
marching golden in a dream.
His words described a brighter age --
which quaffed the milk and lapped the cream.
Fate brought him forth to love and live --
scion of a proud and noble race.
All he sacrificed and all he'd give
was deeply marked upon his face.

No gold survives the final frost:
in his prime death carried him away.
In wars, a nation's best are lost;
as then it happens still today.
    His home was England, vale and hill;
    across the years, he's with us still.

by Gary Radice |
Categories: england, feelings, film, nostalgia,


There's a spot on the horizon
In the ripple of the sun
Where railway lines and stanchions fuse
And merge, becoming one.

I was staring from the platform
When a distant dot appeared.
It grew in size and shape and form
And sounded as it neared.

I caught blurred faces turning
As they thundered by so fast
To briefly glimpse where strangers met
Each Thursday in the past.

Back then the steam and music
Lit up life's black and white.
By tugging strings when love went wrong
Rachmaninoff was right.

by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, cry, death, desire, england, romantic, spiritual,

Turned On

In the deepest of emotions
A desire to please
Be loved
Caressing tears like the wind
Kissing dreams in creamy lace
Carnal is the heart of seduction
Insane and sublime
Holding both body and soul
To my beating heart
No one shall see my weeping face
Our love was eternal
As you died in my arms

by Leileah Kasperyan |
Categories: celebration, crush, england, firework, kiss, love, night,

Penny for the Guy

On a cold autumn eve, playful fingers tangled, soft and shy. The smell of hot chestnuts wafted through the milling crowd, a promise of comfort and warmth. We watched, you and I, the skies explode as rockets declared their secret desires. Catherine wheels danced a dizzying response while the bang of crackerjacks echoed, spilling smoke quick into the night. "Penny for the guy?", they cried. Sparklers lit, searching lips, the most tender touch. We kissed, my heart reflected in your eyes.
Date: 25.11.2016 *There is no category for a double etheree that I could see.

by Mark Toney |
Categories: appreciation, cat, celebrity, cool, england, music, song,

Guaranteed to Blow Your Mind

Guaranteed to Blow Your Mind

Farrokh Bulsara a.k.a. Freddie Mercury
British singer, songwriter known universally
Confirmed he had AIDS and then died the next day
His music through Queen still rocks us all the way

Came a man from Zanzibar named Farrokh
Whose tastes were both flamboyant and baroque 
For fame he was ready
Changed his name to Freddie
After his death millions still love this bloke

A Heathrow baggage handler prior to fame
Wrote a song about his favorite cat, Delilah by name
In his personal life he was very shy, gentle and kind
His life and times are “guaranteed to blow your mind”

by Elaine George |
Categories: heaven, love, may, passion,

Lost in Dreams of Thee

Awarded FIRST PLACE  in contest sponsored by:  Brian Strand of England

‘Tis hell,  this place 
Me doth dwell 
Lost in dreams of thee
Drifting 'ore a unquenched wave
Across a never ending sea
From whence that shore
That once appeared before me
So demure
Fie, ’twas but a dream, a dream
A dream, and nothing more 

by Diana Dalton |
Categories: adventure, art, brother, family, happiness, love, places, sea,

Diana Dalton -Bio Poem

Diana Dalton 

Creative, curios, playful & loving
Sister of a brother who is not here
Lover of Life,Photography, Hubby and more
Who experiences love, longing, excitement, 
Who dislikes High fructose corn syrup
Love to see, England again, the Sea & Australia (with hubby)
Resides in Grand Junction,Colorado

Diana Dalton 
10 Aug 2012

by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories: fantasy, romance, time,


If I could travel back in time I would
Return to the great age of chivalry
To meet Sir Lancelot and Robin Hood
In Merry Old England is where I'd be
I would raise my sword for all that is good
And kiss the hand of my fair lady
To scale the castle wall with the moon above
Just to spend a night in the arms of my love

by Patricia Lawton |
Categories: football, soccer,


Footie on the Telly.

Footie on the telly, England verses France.
They'll kick the ball into the net then do a silly dance.
The fans they like to chant a song, they love to sing and shout.
Then there'll be roars when England scores, France will lose no doubt.

The crowd all roared as France just scored the score now stands one nil.
Now second half has just begun, England could take it still.
France get another in the net, they've just upped the score two nil.
Were not a team to give up yet, to do our best  we will.
Then we start to feel defeated as our fans have lost their roar.
Then at a glance we take a chance as England shoots to score.

by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, betrayal, blessing, cheer up, city, confidence, cute love, deep, desire, earth, england, environment, feelings, garden, green, happiness, happy, i love you, imagination, irony, joy, july, june, london, love, love hurts, meaningful, missing you, nature, nice, nostalgia, passion, places, relationship, romance, romantic, sad love, seasons, simple, solitude, spiritual, spring, summer, true love, uplifting, vacation, weather, wisdom,


Chairs lined with stripes, 
green and white,
became ski jump ramps
for feelings, innocent and pure,
taking off from the edge
hoping to defy the gravity of fears. 

Only a lucky few made it,
others turned into tears
landing on the grass of Green Park
as the warm air was getting dark.

by Paul Callus |
Categories: history,

Queen Elizabeth I

Elizabeth the first of England
Had many suitors who vied for her hand
She doubted love, or was not keen 
And so she died a virgin queen. 

29 th May 2015
Contest: Cleri-who?
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed: 6th

by Gail Foster |
Categories: courage, england, football, hero, hope, motivation, tribute,

Gareth Southgate

I remember nineteen ninety six
like it was yesterday - the penalty
the way that Gareth kicked the ball and missed
I bet he never thought that day that he
would ever be back in the game again
his name engraved in Lions' hearts, their
lips aflame with songs of praise, and men
in waistcoat shops, and women swooning where
he might have been. You've got to love a man
who wears his pride so modestly, who's cute
who wears a new suit stylishly, who can
(if dream we dare) bring home the Cup to boot
If on that fateful day he'd walked away
we wouldn't be here, would we. Let us play.

© Gail Foster 11th July 2018

by harry horsman |
Categories: pride,

A Matter Of Pride

To take you in hand
or hold you here where you stand
the wind is your guide
as I salute you with pride
emblem spick and span
for I am a yorkshire man
together we hoe
tall in the fields hence I sow
in freedom we grow
arm in arm against the foe
for you are my flag
that soars over moor and crag
white rose I love you
on a background of sky blue.

© Harry J Horsman 2015

The Flag of the county of
Yorkshire England

by dennis curry |
Categories: home, inspirational, journey, nature, nostalgia, passion, patriotic, travel, beauty, beauty, england,

England,My Country

 The rolling hills so green and tender
 Mountains on high i will always remember
 Colours of the seasons so fresh in my mind
 All of the beauty so easy to find
 This is England,the country i live
 The country i would die for,the country i love

 The fields the forest the mountain stream
 The hills the dales the lakes agleam
 Scent of summer so strong on the breeze
 My land of beauty thats so hard to leave
 This is England the country i adore
 Home of truth,faith,hope much more

 And if the time comes then leave it i shall
 To a foreign country an unknown land
 Where the thoughts of England will always remain
 In Gods own country ,Gods domain


by Bethany Harnwell |
Categories: dedication, deep, devotion, england, i love you,

Yorkshire rose

My Yorkshire rose... 
You start a war in my southern soul

by Curtis Moorman |
Categories: career, military, retirement, soldier, sweet love, travel,

My Life


Born in Dublin on Saint Patrick's Day
School; spelling champ; steady girl
Senior Prom; graduation; went away
Air Force career; traveled the world

Turkey; Germany; England; Japan
Korea; Vietnam; Philippines; Guam
Austria; Hawaii; Azores; Alaska; all grand
Thirty eight contiguous states fit the plan

Fully retired  --  more to be told  --  stay tuned 

22 September 2018
For the contest sponsored by Anthony Slausen

by Jenny Linsel |
Categories: england, nostalgia, remember, sorrow,

Hartlepool, My Hometown

Hartlepool , My Hometown

St Hilda's bathed in sunlight Is a sight i love to see
The Marina with it's many boats, that’s the place for me
Back down to the Headland for Verill's fish and chips
Hartlepool it's my hometown

We have the shopping centre, empty units galore
And I think of all the great shops we had in days of yore
Blacketts, Sages, Robinsons, bargain by the score
Hartlepool is my hometown

I grew up on the Central Estate everyone knew everyone
Now everyone keeps to themselves, so sad the Central's gone
The town i knew it is long gone, this is sad but true
Old Hartlepool, I'm missing you

by Russell Sivey |
Categories: life,

Russell's Bio

Russell Sensitive, romantic, loving, caring Son of Russell and Teresa Lover of poetic arts, loving hearts, and Halloween Who feels love, hope, and joy Who fears heartache, pain, and failure Would like to see England, Australia, and Ireland Resident of Ohio Sivey
Russell Sivey Entrant into Carol ~Sunshine~ Brown's "Life These Days" contest 9/24/2012

by Serge Belinsky |
Categories: beauty, england, feelings, flower, flying, sad love, sympathy,

Flowers, the ending

 Slightly snowy Bouquet of red roses,

 Glowing and shimmering with all color shades of light purple Egypt lilies,

 On the forgotten Gods on Earth and in space always ,

 Accidentally noticed but then later banned by the Queen of All Snows ,

 All steering on it with unrelenting attention intently and carefully , 
 marveling at its beauty,

 Reflected as in a mirror in miriards of the gloomest color shades in the clouds ,
 Evaporates in the endless void of space distances ....

 Neverending story
 The End

by Abimbola Mosobalaje Davis |
Categories: eulogy,


Serendipity, sun do smiles
European titles in mind
Royally, I was at Garros 
England, Wimbledon, my crowns
Nigh, the glory from Aussies
Arthur Ashe, the home in honour 

When honours came calling
In contrast to their aims
Love the game, win to claim
Like Masada, majestic in beauty
In its flowers engraved my name
Angel, egg, the game I play
My hands the world is laid
Serena, my name is the game

by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: life, social, visionary,

Laura Breidenthal

Laura Solicitous, complicated, sad, happy Sister of Sharon, Charles, Robert and David Lover of uniqueness, creativity, and rain Who feels darkness, hope, and intensity Who fears the unknown, the love of my life, and my chemistry teacher Who would like to see England, Ireland and Candyland Resident of San Gabriel, California Breidenthal

by Edward Ibeh |
Categories: celebrity, people,

Winston Churchill

Politician, Leader, Orator, Prisoner of War
Son of Lord Randolph and Jennie, husband of Clementine, father of five
Lover of cuban cigars, trenchcoats, and hats
Who feels love, compassion and righteous anger
Who fears defeat, failure, and Adolf Hitler's victory
Who would love to see the end of WWII, Hitler's downfall, and World Peace
Resident of Chartwell in Kent, South East London, England

Writing Challenge 2 - Bio Form- January 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart aka "Broken Wings" (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 01/28/2019

by Harika Diaz |
Categories: dream, england, first love, growing up, imagination, innocence, youth,

my own

I prefer to receive my own
Purchased by the clinking of keys and a 
Blister forming on the thumb.
I prefer to find my own
Among the twisted branches and bleeding berries.

The coat with the mended sleeve dangles by my head 
as we find the sleeping bears above us.
He laughs as his becomes a possum
And mine a mountain top.

by orphani ..........o |
Categories: love,

little tomato

little tomato
Last of the dying season

I love you most of all
In the absence of
Your fat brothers and 
Blushing sisters 

Though they were exalted  
IN the suns decadent reasoning
They are gone 

Lttle tomato 
I love your hope 
Clinging alone to the grey black
Final branches of a mothers love

I love your distorted imperfection
Never being and 
Never tasting
You were never to be mine

You hold alone 
In the too chill of nights frost 

In the tall cold of New England
The young are fed the dying rat
and the great owl 
disturbs the silence

by steven cooke |
Categories: death, war,

No More

No More (ode to the unknown boys of the First World War) Written by Steve Cooke

No more will he look into the eyes of his Mother,
No more will he see his Brothers smile,
No more will he feel love.
No more will he fish, and climb the trees of England
Or marvel at the voice of the nightingale.

For he is Sixteen and a Man,
He has done is duty by his Country,
Taken the shrapnel, which exploded over him
Like a Bright light sent from an avenging God.

He sees the dark approaching
But he can take it, for he is an Englishman
No more will he hear the whistle to advance
No more the frost and Snow
No more the fear of being killed
For I am no More
Remember me Mother.