Best Bronte Poems
TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION 1, 2 and 3
Little Patrick in the nursery playing with his toys
Asks ''MUM'' can I have a sister like the other girls and boy ?
His friends have told him in playschool about their expanding families
Our little boy wants a sibling and we are only too happy to please
With every waking moment , we climb those Bronte stairs
Or get cosy on the sofa, the foot stools and easy chairs
We felt that we had tried so hard and we had little left to give
The doctor told us that our test had come back positive
We are so very blessed Patrick’s a lovely little boy
He looks just like his daddy; he is our pride and joy
Despite the fact he’s young and only just aged three
He is so excited at the expected addition to the family
Only yesterday he brought me his favourite teddy
Put it in the nursery for when the time is ready
He would love a sister and has chosen a lovely name
I’ve told him to be patient we must play the waiting game.
Patrick often cuddles up and touches your tummy
Says ' I can feel her growing inside you mummy '
His much loved chicken nuggets he shares with you
Come on mum , you know you've got to eat for two
We giggle as Patrick’s patience grows shorter
I'm just hoping that we have a beautiful daughter
He wants a sister with every ounce of his heart
I'm praying that we can do our part.
The time for the birth is now drawing near
With you by my side I have nothing to fear
Patrick is due to stay with his little friend
To keep him amused on them we depend
Finally the waters break and the baby is on it way
We hurry to the hospital we have waited for this day
At last the baby arrives she has such a lovely face
Patrick’s name is so apt for her, so we have named her Grace
We take care to involve our son in all we try to do
Taking every opportunity to inspire hearts and minds a new
Our children have their moments and sometimes they misbehave
With love and careful guidance, we have a million memories to save
So many children's giggles and demonstrations of love and care
We give thanks to God for the happiness we share
We've ensured the Bronte house is a happy love filled place
A sanctuary of our own for our children Patrick and Grace
13th June 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
Categories:
bronte, birth, family, love, mum,
Form:
Rhyme
We walk across meadow and moor
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode
Treading paths where the poets of yore
In search of inspiration once strode.
Lilac and sage scented hedgerow
Old stone wall needs repair
The Bronte's oft walked this furrow
That now with my best friend I share
Side by side in the sunshine we stroll
Even in silence we still keep up our stride
Stopping by the riverside for a drink and a roll
No prejudice in what we say, we still maintain our pride
Enjoying each other’s company for hour upon hour
Coyly smiling you gently take my arm
Stooping down gently you pick me a delicate flower
Secure in your company I can’t come to any harm
Arm in arm we retrace the steps of Agnes Grey
We are enveloped in the spirit of Jane Eyre
Heathcliff and Catherine come out to play
We sense both their joy and despair.
In the plush settings of the hotel we dine
Becoming the tenants of Wildfell Hall
Great company, good food and a glass of wine
We are guests at the Bronte Ball.
We become Jane and Mr Rochester that night
Dancing together in demure and graceful style
You look so handsome in the flickering candlelight
Your arm round my waist, it lingers a while
Climbing the stairs to our adjoining room
You look at me longingly; there is no haste
Do we become lovers, or is it too soon
Like a Bronte heroine I remain chaste
Collaboration Poem By Darren Watson & Jan Allison
8th April 2014
Categories:
bronte, friendship, romantic, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme
Emily Bronte
recently observed in delicto flagronte
said practice i must
that scene with Chipper as Heathcliff was a total bust.
Categories:
bronte, miss you,
Form:
Clerihew
PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION FIRST
Our courtship it continues at a gentle pace
Every time I see him my heart begins to race
Long walks in the country, late evenings by the fire
I really have discovered he is my hearts desire
Kisses in the moonlight, holding hands by candlelight
When I go to bed it’s him I dream of every night
But for now we kiss goodnight by the bedroom door
He respects my wishes that I want to remain pure
In the Parsonage Where the Bronte sisters slept
I fall to one knee and my promise is kept
The faded portraits seem to smile
Urging her to keep me waiting for a while
A wink from Emily, A grin from Anne
Charlotte's look tells me this is part of the plan
Waiting for the answer I feel my nerves dance
Adding to the feeling we are part of a Bronte romance.
We arrange a small wedding but there is no great haste
Until we are betrothed I am determined to remain chaste
My dress is made of beautiful silk and is the purest white
My groom he looks so handsome, he is my heart’s delight
At the altar like Jane and Rochester we stand side by side
This time there are no hitches, and soon I am his bride
We hold a small reception back at Wildfell Hall
Tonight for the first time into bed together we will fall
I hear the voice of my beloved
In my ear she seemed to say
Oh be patient if thou lov'st me
The power of love, The Bronte way
My ardour is inflamed by passions longing
But I must earn her virgin sacrifice
Soon she knows the feeling of being loved and belonging
For my bride only romantic perfection will suffice.
By Jan Allison and Darren Watson
19th April 2014
Categories:
bronte, love, marriage, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
We walk across meadow and moor
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode
Treading paths where the poets of yore
In search of inspiration once strode.
Lilac and sage scented hedgerow
Old stone wall needs repair
The Bronte's oft walked this furrow
That now with my best friend I share
Side by side in the sunshine we stroll
Even in silence we still keep up our stride
Stopping by the riverside for a drink and a roll
No prejudice in what we say, we still maintain our pride
Enjoying each other’s company for hour upon hour
Coyly smiling you gently take my arm
Stooping down you pick me a delicate flower
Secure in your company; I can’t come to any harm
Arm in arm we retrace the steps of Agnes Grey
We are enveloped in the spirit of Jane Eyre
Heathcliff and Catherine come out to play
We sense both their joy and despair.
In the plush settings of the hotel we dine
Becoming the tenants of Wildfell Hall
Great company, good food and a glass of wine
We are guests at the Bronte Ball.
We become Jane and Mr Rochester that night
Dancing together in demure and graceful style
You look so handsome in the flickering candlelight
Your arm round my waist, it lingers a while
Climbing the stairs to our adjoining rooms
You look at me longingly; there is no haste
Do we become lovers, or is it too soon
Like a Bronte heroine I must remain chaste
Collaboration Poem By Darren Watson & Jan Allison
9th April 2014
Categories:
bronte, relationship, romantic, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme
Today I went to Haworth to the Bronte Museum
It was simply INCREDIBLE
Looking back at the lives of Emily Anne and Charlotte Bronte
The tragic lives of the family
Of their siblings dying so young
An Alcoholic brother
The death of their beloved mother
How their father coped bringing up 6 children in poverty
YET despite all this they became accomplished writers
You may have read the books or seen the TV adaptations
Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights to name but two
Seeing manuscripts, poems and personal effects was so moving
If you ever get the chance to go – do it - you won’t be disappointed
I won’t leave it another 20 years before I visit Yorkshire again!!
Jan Allison
5th August 2014
Categories:
bronte, books, tribute, writing,
Form:
Narrative
This is our 5th Bronte poem please read the other poems if you are not familiar with our story
Outside of Howarth
The world is bleak and grey
Nothing to stir the memory
Or to offer solace from the fray .
Yet as soon as I return
To the old Bronte home
My strength returns quickly
I'm no longer alone .
In the arms of my true love
Watching flames flicker in the grate
Painful past is no more
Love filled future my fate.
Our children are our future
You are the one that I adore
Patrick and Grace missed their daddy
But now from battle you return
I know that you are weary
Your strength will soon return
Dark days are now behind us
To the future we must look
Our journey in life has not be smooth
Still we have sheltered from each storm
With arms wrapped round each other
Forever love will keep us warm
Wrapped up in each other
Watching our children play
Doting father and mother
Loving the Bronte way
Our home is filled with laughter
Playing hide and seek with the kids
You give me the kiss I've been after
Just before the kids discover where we're hid.
I'm home Mrs Bronte
This time I'm here to stay
I couldn't cope with my aching heart
Each time I went away
Each night I kissed your picture
Wiped the tears from my cheek
Holding you to my heart
At times, unable to speak
Now you have returned
The past has been locked away
Soon we will have more children
For I have a baby on the way
We have been making up for lost time
Now once again you are mine
Darling, you were forever in my heart
Now reunited, never shall we part
24th August 2015
Jan Allison & Darren Watson
Categories:
bronte, future, love, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
PLEASE READ PARTS 1 AND 2
Our marriage has now been consummated
I’m so glad that you were patient and waited
Our passions for each other burns so strong
To find you my love, I have waited so long
Now I have discovered that I am with child
When I told you the news you smiled and smiled
It is a symbol of our true love
You truly were sent to me from heaven above
Discovering you has been such a joy
Unwrapping the layers like an excited school boy
You are an incredible lover but it is more than passion we share
With every beat of my heart, I feel you are there
So heavenly has been the news that you gave
Tears of happiness flow wave upon wave
Soon another baby will reside in Bronte country
What a wonderful mother you are going to be.
The time for my confinement is drawing near
My husband will be with me – I have nothing to fear
Finally the day arrives for the baby to be born
I hope he will be delivered before the break of dawn
Tenderly holding my hand you say you will always be there
Birth is an incredibly emotional act for two lovers to share
He mops my fevered brow and says he will always be mine
Finally the babe arrives – he looks like his father he’s so divine
Your husband gives thanks to god for I have been truly blessed
With a wonderful wife and a beautiful son at your breast.
I hold you close as our baby sleeps
Every day brings a new memory to keep
To love you forever must be my aim
With much love we choose our first child's name
So many suggestions but we would rather
Name him Patrick after the Bronte's father.
28th April 2014
Written by JaDazzle – Jan Allison & Darren Watson
Categories:
bronte, birth, passion, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
We walk across meadow and moor
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode
Treading paths where the poets of yore
In search of inspiration once strode.
Lilac and sage scented hedgerow
Old stone wall needs repair
The Bronte's oft walked this furrow
That now with my best friend I share
Side by side in the sunshine we stroll
Even in silence we still keep up our stride
Stopping by the riverside for a drink and a roll
No prejudice in what we say, we still maintain our pride
Enjoying each other’s company for hour upon hour
Coyly smiling you gently take my arm
Stooping down you pick me a delicate flower
Secure in your company; I can’t come to any harm
Arm in arm we retrace the steps of Agnes Grey
We are enveloped in the spirit of Jane Eyre
Heathcliff and Catherine come out to play
We sense both their joy and despair.
In the plush settings of the hotel we dine
Becoming the tenants of Wildfell Hall
Great company, good food and a glass of wine
We are guests at the Bronte Ball.
We become Jane and Mr Rochester that night
Dancing together in demure and graceful style
You look so handsome in the flickering candlelight
Your arm round my waist, it lingers a while
Climbing the stairs to our adjoining rooms
You look at me longingly; there is no haste
Do we become lovers, or is it too soon
Like a Bronte heroine I remain chaste
Eileen Ghali has been kind enough to create a BLOG about our collaboration poem, please drop by and read it.You can access it via the HOME page
Collaboration Poem By Darren Watson & Jan Allison
9th April 2014
Categories:
bronte, friendship, romance, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme
TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ
BRONTE INSPIRATION - COLLABORATION BETWEEN JAN ALLISON AND DARREN WATSON
Our courtship it continues at a gentle pace
Every time I see him my heart begins to race
Long walks in the country, late evenings by the fire
I really have discovered he is my hearts desire
Kisses in the moonlight, holding hands by candlelight
When I go to bed it’s him I dream of every night
But for now we kiss goodnight by the bedroom door
He respects my wishes that I want to remain pure
In the Parsonage Where the Bronte sisters slept
I fall to one knee and my promise is kept
The faded portraits seem to smile
Urging her to keep me waiting for a while
A wink from Emily, A grin from Anne
Charlotte's look tells me this is part of the plan
Waiting for the answer I feel my nerves dance
Adding to the feeling we are part of a Bronte romance.
We arrange a small wedding but there is no great haste
Until we are betrothed I am determined to remain chaste
My dress is made of beautiful silk and is the purest white
My groom he looks so handsome, he is my heart’s delight
At the altar like Jane and Rochester we stand side by side
This time there are no hitches, and soon I am his bride
We hold a small reception back at Wildfell Hall
Tonight for the first time into bed together we will fall
I hear the voice of my beloved
In my ear she seemed to say
Oh be patient if thou lov'st me
The power of love, The Bronte way
My ardour is inflamed by passions longing
But I must earn her virgin sacrifice
Soon she knows the feeling of being loved and belonging
For my bride only romantic perfection will suffice.
By 'Jadazzle' Jan Allison and Darren Watson
19th April 2014
Please See My updated BLOG about our collaboration as JaDazzle
Categories:
bronte, marriage, passion, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION PARTS 1 AND 2 FIRST
Our marriage has now been consummated
I’m so glad that you were patient and waited
Our passions for each other burns so strong
To find you my love, I have waited so long
Now I have discovered that I am with child
When I told you the news you smiled and smiled
It is a symbol of our true love
You truly were sent to me from heaven above
Discovering you has been such a joy
Unwrapping the layers like an excited school boy
You are an incredible lover but it is more than passion we share
With every beat of my heart, I feel you are there
So heavenly has been the news that you gave
Tears of happiness flow wave upon wave
Soon another baby will reside in Bronte country
What a wonderful mother you are going to be.
The time for my confinement is drawing near
My husband will be with me – I have nothing to fear
Finally the day arrives for the baby to be born
I hope he will be delivered before the break of dawn
Tenderly holding my hand you say you will always be there
Birth is an incredibly emotional act for two lovers to share
He mops my fevered brow and says he will always be mine
Finally the babe arrives – he looks like his father he’s so divine
Your husband gives thanks to god for I have been truly blessed
With a wonderful wife and a beautiful son at your breast.
I hold you close as our baby sleeps
Every day brings a new memory to keep
To love you forever must be my aim
With much love we choose our first child's name
So many suggestions but we would rather
Name him Patrick after the Bronte's father.
28th April 2014
Written by JaDazzle – Jan Allison & Darren Watson
~Please see my blog posted today about 'JaDazzle' ~
Categories:
bronte, birth, child, love, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Mild the mist upon the hill
As this in dreams I see
What sadness this within me fills while
The night is darkening around me
My dreamscape changes to a meadow, but
I see around me tombstones grey
No butterflies will flutter by
Where once I used to play
Oh for the time when I shall sleep
Without the sadness my dreams now spawn
But now they keep me where tombstones rise
Far far away is mirth withdrawn
- -
The lines in bold are titles from Emily Bronte's poems.
Categories:
bronte, dream, sad,
Form:
Quatrain
A poet, Charlotte Bronte (pen name Currer Bell),
was eldest of three sisters; novels she wrote as well.
A Gothic style in first person narration she wrote with flair,
giving us novels ahead of their time, like the popular Jane Eyre.
Categories:
bronte, writing,
Form:
Clerihew
The Bronte sisters so literary
also writing poetry
They adopted the pseudonym Bell
to help their novels sell
Categories:
bronte, people, poetry,
Form:
Clerihew