Best Cornish Poems

These sparkling tears do tell a woeful tale 
Of sorrows hidden deep within my heart
They bring to light the heartaches I bewail
And speak of broken dreams I bury deep
Hear now this tale and vow to never part
Awaken love from this, a deathlike sleep

In answer to...

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I came with flowers and love,
just to see my maiden fair,
with the silver moon above,
I could do nothing but stare.

Her eyes cast a magic spell
and held me at her leisure.
I knew then I'd walk through hell
to bring her heart its pleasure....

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The Cornish shore …
Where golden sand lies next 
To dappled grey granite rock,
Where the sea breeze sweeps
And the mussels flock,
Where the rock pools gather
And the small crabs patrol,
Where the white foam curls
And the breakers roll,
Where the sea birds call
And the salt spray stings,
Where the seaweed...

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New Year

Dreams lie unfulfilled in my rueful nights,
the seconds, minutes, hours and days all draw
empty boxes, lists inked on paper white,
promises of plans I made, stout hearted,
in ignorance of the years gone before
when youth's resolve lay stillborn, unstarted.

With new old resolutions, stringless kites
fly out in...

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A fragile rose beneath a lost moon, cries
Its loving stem of life has been broken
Torn by a hand passing and left to die
Her sad leaves are turning brown and falling
Knows love will never flower, unspoken
And yet hears whispered loneliness calling

Memories turn silent, finally dies
While quiet...

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I watched
A Cornish chough,
Flying so Cornish high,
Over Cornish cliffs,
In a Cornish sky,
All Cornish observations,
Made by my Cornish eye.

I watched 
The Cornish sun,
Masked by a Cornish cloud,
I thought my Cornish thoughts,
My Cornish thoughts were loud,
I viewed the Cornish landscape,
And I felt so Cornish proud.

I watched 
The...

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Cornish Sonnet

The new year, another day on life's road,
To be passed without the weight of regret,
Nor looked upon as a thing to decode.
While its meaning holds fair reason and cause,
To sit at the table of year's banquette,
And gather one's breath from life, to pause.

We'll celebrate...

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The huntsman took aim bringing it into line,
he pulled back the bow, a shot to the chest;
Not instantly dying he ran into a mine,
there on the hillside I saw him escape;
Majestic he stood in full view at his best
but for this beast today there'll be...

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The Cornish coast we went to find,
a holiday, to clear our minds.
Amidst the coves and rocky bays
we spent the summer’s longest days.

But lurking somewhere way on high
were clouds that darkened Cornish sky.
Then torrents fell from heaven above
and drenched the coves and bays we love.

With drumming...

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The Hen
Goes cluck cluck cluck
Then comes the Crane
Selling his D refrain 
Hen react

The web is cobbled
The spiders finished their jobs
Out come the flies
Nature, tried to defy
He recant

Cyanide kills all the living
Chemical dreams 
Make the sane ones scream
Life moves on
Then care no more

As they live in...

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The past is gone, let’s start again:
this year could be the best we’ve seen,
so draw a line beneath old pain,
just let the love infuse your soul,
release your anger - don’t be mean -
and make a year of love your goal.

Now close your eyes and take...

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Journey's end evades, ever evading
Pleasures trampled upon, beached, down wind
Though hopeful, lone strangers keep rescinding
Flights of wanton fancy bedazzle me
Hard facts in consequences I have binned
Though in searching no-one seems to agree

Overland territories in spatial climes
Amalgamate in their entirety
Fingers filter currency, cents and dimes
Cast off...

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The Cornish shore …
Where golden sand lies next 
To dappled grey granite rock,
Where the sea breeze sweeps
And the mussels flock,
Where the rock pools gather
And the small crabs patrol,
Where the white foam curls
And the breakers roll,
Where the sea birds call
And the salt spray stings,
Where the seaweed...

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Reflections.

Eyes are the mirrors of the world
Reflecting life as it passes by
Like a flag in the wind unfurled
by emotions and feelings, wild
thoughts of love that hurt and die
Crushing  the heart of woman or child

Look deep you will see my love
reflected, in the moon and...

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Oh, so average, was this wee lady.
Her ordered life had its hum-drum ways.
Eighteenth Century! All are ready
To hear the voice that's spoken in plays.

But Dolly Pentreath had of it none.
Shunning the new, she kept her own tongue.
When she died, with her life full done,
Twas last...

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