Best Abbey Poems

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 another victim to bite.
Once there is no longer any sunlight,
He...

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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 been there yet. Here goes.

Crabby Walking Though the Abbey
by James...

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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 young Ladies with service class rocked the family carriage
Not uncovered...

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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 few
Which was end of you.

She set rapid pace
Did disappear into...

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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 the creases,
 to unpeel the half healed wounds and to...

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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 confide to you everything
You listened but never judged me
We were...

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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 a different tune;
Soft tunes moving with the motions of the...

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Window at the Abbey


Through the window I see
the sun fire up
for the last time today.
There are jays

in the trees near the meadow,
crows in the grass
I cut with a scythe
early this morning.

Still on my platter
corn from the fields,
scallions, tomatoes,
bell pepper and cheese.

I'll remain at my table
with...

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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!...

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Autumn at the Abbey


Through the window I see
the sun fire up
for the last time today.
There are jays

in the trees near the meadow,
crows in the grass
I cut with a scythe
early this morning.

Still on my platter
corn from the fields,
scallions, tomatoes,
bell pepper and cheese.

I'll remain at my table
with...

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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 stage my strung shells
for the big fight
in the playground.

Time was...

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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 the rock:
 
Now, turn thine eyes upon the dead,
And saintly...

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The most recognizable album cover in history, the photo of the
Beatles crossing Abbey Road, taken in the summer of sixty nine,
fifteen minutes before noon on August eight to be précised.
An iconic album cover for the image resonated with the fans.

There are wall posters of this...

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The Fab Four crossing Abbey Road in single file, led by John in white suit
and shoes, followed by Ringo in black suit and shoes, bare footed Paul
in gray suit and George in denim and white shoes, all in synced with left
foot forward, except Paul and...

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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....

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