Best Denmark Poems

When you're topside in the gallants
and you're lookin' up at waves,
the wind's ascreemin' madness
intent on many graves.
The mate has said: "Lay aloft!",
and Third was on...

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Injustice is just an inconvenience until it is proven...
When the sun hit their helmets it startled the very souls of the natives
a signal upon their...

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A place called Copenhagen, do you know its song? 
Joy and laughter safely ride waves of light.,  
and summer days are twenty-five hours long.

Do...

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Mark Clarke was the gentlest man of Denmark 
Yet considered by all a most unlikely patriarch
He was proud being Noah’s apprentice on the ark

Mark was...

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Seems we've wandered from this path
Weaving to the right and to the left
Do you too wonder what's up with that
Knee deep in the mire and...

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absolutely nothing stops the pipeline.

 

it penetrates all ways of life

all borders, all villages & towns---

the pipeline kills everything in its path if it dare...

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Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic....

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When an old fashioned poet named Will
wrote a sonnet he chose words to thrill,
in a metrical time
with a word perfect rhyme
fourteen lines gently flowed from...

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I am inspired by a contest theme to write a poem
The muse becomes a secondary thing.
Even if the muse is inspired, 
and I try to...

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They are the building blocks of the child mind,
Sets science of creativity beyond the edge of grind,
For a few the ‘minifigures’ are a collector’s item,
But...

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Correspondence

 
...in Kosova, instead of my dream, I found a grave in which I place flowers every weekend ... 

Islam Morina

(A friend who went back...

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Let's not saunter to Saturn this evening
Or amble across to the moon
If we ramble up there in a rocket
We won't get there any time soon

I'd...

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To me, yea, Iris is invisible, 
The scent of yours all pervading, 
Behold your face all-rich, 
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me, 
Membrane...

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So many ways to say goodbye hwyl fawr is what you say
when  your leaving  here in Wales and trying not to cry
Farvel you say in...

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Denmark then depart,
Norway next Sweden,
Finish in Finland....

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