Best Brighton Poems

Do I dare look at you when I walk these streets?
Chase your shadow as it crawls under my feet?
For I have walked my way through 
These pleasant, summer nights
Trailing any trace of you in amber
Street lights.
Hearing the laughter of men and women
Drunken behind bars, their...

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A rose named Brighton 
For your funeral flowers
A stunning golden yellow hue
The place you were born Son
But now sadly gone Son
This yellow rose so perfect 
I pray my Son you see it too

A year has gone by
Your family and I
here to celebrate your life...

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The River Mersey and The Black Pearl New Brighton 

Let the Caribee and sultry sea call to the pirates bold. 
But on this shore, with its tales of lore, The Mersey keeps its hold
For merchants, priests and pirates too left these docks to find
A new...

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Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand

Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around

Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like...

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There came a Thrush
To Brighton bridge
To her cold downy snow
Covered birch woods

Floor planks marked 
By hurried prints
Trailing off 
to distance errands

In its beak
There a crimson flower
As odd its place to rest

How far it must have traveled 
With such a treasured gift

But no more odder 
Then...

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Historical Brighton,
South coast of England,
Surviving foreign sea attacks,
Declining population,
Until the roads improved,
And the train lines brought,
More traveling visitors,
Located one hour from London,
Becoming a boarding point to France,
Trading the port’s economy,
Visitors started to arrive,
King George,
Constructed the royal pavilion,
No expense spared,
Glamorous! Eccentric glory,
Later sold to the city,
A...

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Birds are coming down to rest on the 
Burnt-out bones of Brighton Pier.
Wish you were here.

My eyes lie well, tell me you're here
With the birds, and the pier, and my bones
Are no longer lonely.

The burnt-out sun comes down to
Kiss the sea, and through the peering...

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From lofty heights the seagull spies 
The weighted hands of eager guests 
He circles high and swoops down low 
stealing our supper as he goes ...

Meanwhile our hands now weightless feel 
our appetite remains at ill 
Perhaps some fleeting chance remains 
to buy our supper...

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I have never been to Brighton before,
I was eight, never been on a sea shore.
Mum and Dad were taking us all on a summer's treat,
We could make sand castles, swim,eat ice cream in the summers heat.

Dad had been awarded one hundred pounds for being clever,
Also...

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You traced
A heart in the water
Of a rock pool

In the morning
As we still glowed
From the loving

As milk floats raced
Along the seafront and
Seagulls raided the bins

But later...

Time fell into the tide
And when we talked
It became heavily conjunctive

And we lost it all
Suddener
As we could ever have imagined

Because...

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Hand in hand strolling on the reach,
Love in your eyes, sand between your toes.
Where this will end only love knows,
Loving life on beautiful Brighton Beach.

Every second together my adoration heightens,
Every day apart more frustration creeps in.
I wait impatiently for when our new life can begin,
And...

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four pebbles ...
from brighton shore -
the souvenirs in pandemic

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda...

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