Best Europe Poems


The Insatiable White Creatures

Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night,
They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures,
Cloaked in prim pretense,
Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence.

Expectation darkened into anxiety,
A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts,
Men, ladies and children collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression,
Leaving us drowned in the deep reticence of the colonial sea.

As arbitrary as a cyclone and as killing as a pestilence,
With a sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale,
They looted our abundant resources,
And abolished many of our African customs and traditions.

They enslaved us!
Underdeveloped us!
And reduced us to nothing.

Gleams of sunlight, bewildered like ourselves, struggled, surprised, through the mist and disappeared,
Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
The hollow ring of their fundamental  nothingness were defined,
With the blood in our eyes, matchets, bows and arrows and diplomacy,
Then the fight and chase began!

Premium Member 1930's Europe

They wondered where the sunshine had all gone,
and gentle breezes warming spring's array;
the hues of pink that greeted breaking dawn,
and children’s laughter lighting up the day.

The darkness loomed; uneasy feelings spread 
as clouds of war diffused across the land,
and somehow knowing what was faced ahead, 
the Europeans braced for strife at hand.

The Nazi War Machine their muscles flexed;
their Panzer units massed at Poland’s edge
thus leaving nations of the world perplexed
at German conquest as reports allege.

And thus the world was plunged into the war
as Europe fell into the dark once more.



January 2, 2019

United States of Europe

The following poem was written by me before Britain joined the European Union and possibly reflects the view of most of our citizens both then and today!

United States of Europe

Another day, another dollar,
Funny things we British say.
It's the 'Pound' we use in Britain,
And it's always been that way.

Soon it may change to a ‘Euro’,
If we join with nearby lands.
Sadly they don't speak our English,
Those who offer us their hand.

While I like my nearby neighbours,
I can't see the reason why
We have to share in common money
Just to keep our prices high.

I would rather change to dollars,
Least the language stays the same.
We could then still count in English,
Just a simple change of name.

Tell me where our kinship nestles,
With our offspring or our friends.
Why this struggle to be partners,
Just to follow other's trends.

I know that all the souls within us
Are not different... not at all!
Why not then a world wide money,
Would the Bank of England fall?

But to choose a bigger Europe
When we don’t see eye to eye.
Seems to me a little silly,
Rather like a firework pie.

Now I’ll stop my mindless ramble,
Spend my ‘Sterling’ while I may.
Not just money, independence
Is the price we'll have to pay.

Ivor G Davies

 Please also note the capitalization of each line of poetry which is the way I was taught and is normally evident on most of my earlier poetry.

p.s.  and we've paid the price!


Premium Member Passport To Europe - the Taxidevo Agape Style

~Passport To Europe~
(Taxidevo Agape)


Travel thru Europe
can be really nice
Germany's ancient
Beautiful country
With breathtaking views
Everywhere you go you'll enjoy enchanting sights
Traveling thru small towns with so much history
Most locals are nice and polite willing to help
You'll get to see many castles still standing 'round
Tall and proud filled of much beauty and history
In Paris take walk
Spain is full of charm
Riding the train thru
Europe is much fun
Travel will bring joy.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012



September.26.2016



~Author's Notes:

The "Taxidevo Agape" is a poetry style created by Joseph Spence Sr.

Premium Member Passport To Europe - the Taxidevo Agape Style

~Passport To Europe~
(Taxidevo Agape)


Travel thru Europe
Can be really nice
Germany's ancient
Beautiful country
With breathtaking views
Everywhere you go you'll enjoy enchanting sights
Traveling thru small towns with so much history
Most locals are nice and polite willing to help
You'll get to see many castles still standing 'round
Tall and proud filled of much beauty and history
In Paris take walk
Spain is full of charm
Riding the train thru
Europe is much fun
Travel will bring joy.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012



May.18.2017


“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain- 



~Author's Notes:

The "Taxidevo Agape" is a poetry form or style created by Joseph Spence Sr.

Premium Member Passport To Europe - Taxidevo Agape

~Passport To Europe~
 (Taxidevo Agape)


 Travel thru Europe
 can be really nice
 Germany's ancient
 Beautiful country
 With breathtaking views
 Everywhere you go you'll enjoy enchanting sights
 Traveling thru small towns with so much history
 Most locals are nice and polite willing to help
 You'll get to see many castles still standing 'round
 Tall and proud filled of much beauty and history
 In Paris take walk
 Spain is full of charm
 Riding the train thru
 Europe is much fun
 Travel will bring joy.


 Dorian Petersen Potter
 aka ladydp2000
 copyright@2012


January.30.2015



The 'Taxidevo Agape' is a poetry style created by
 Joseph Spence Sr.


Map of Europe - 'Objectum Sexual'

MAP   OF   EUROPE    -   OBJECTUM  SEXUAL  *

O coastline with cool expanse of blue Atlantic
Your  curves and indentations drive me frantic.
Sometimes thrust out peninsularly;
Sometimes studied docilely and scholarly; 
Land stretching from  White sea  and  Iberia 
To  Black Sea  and Siberia.
O  Europe,  my  virgin  obsession  geographical
Is  verging  on  possession sexual.

Other continents are jealous - Africa is so island-poor, so peninsula-penniless,
And of  rivers, capes and bays it  has many less:
It would give a pretty penny to have just one  Iberia, Jutland, or Scandinavia 
To excite  its smooth coast and other geographic  behavior.
Australians would love  islands with  romantic names Capri Lesbos Rum Eig Frisian
Or an  archipelago-infested sea like the Aegean.
South  Americans  cry themselves to sleep at night because they lack
Such  Nordic  coastal  features as  Trondheim or Skaggerak
Beijing  would give all the tea in China because she must 
Satisfy her  desire for an Italian-shaped peninsula,  a  bootless lust.

Of course Asia feels no envy, for it has kukri-shaped Kamchatka
And the only  large island in  the world,  Sumatra,
Which rhymes with the best singer in the world,  Sinatra.

This  Map of Europe is something  I just have to possess.
My life is incomplete without its caress.
If I didn’t have it, my world  would be a mess.
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NOTES

1    *  “Objectum Sexual”   is  defined on  GOOGLE   as erotic 
love towards an object of any sort.

2     N. B.  This poem is purely fiction

La Cinque Terre

Waves crash down each day by day
As fishing boats dare make their way
The village square, by dawn, now quiet
as endless waves, with rocks, play riot

Then hustle and bustle, taunting streets
With men and boys from fishing fleets
Children scamper, scurrying, scream
While women weighing fish they clean

When midday sun offers no retreat
And cobblestones lie hushed with heat
Siesta silence creeps into town
Except where waves come crashing down
© Marco Bing  Create an image from this poem.

Adveniat

it’s 2 am in paris 
and we have locked arms 
as we walk-run
down the rue des rosiers.
the soles of our shoes
smack against 
the eight hundred
year old cobblestone.
we hurry 
to an unknown destination,
desperately searching 
for a room 
for the night.
on the dim street corners
desperate men leer, 
as they do,
while we huddle into ourselves 
in an equally desperate defense.
we are fourteen 
and lost, 
in every sense.
we walk for most of the night.
i begin to feel as if 
i’d always been walking, 
as if i would never come
to a stop.
when finally we knock
upon a paint-peeled door
and are offered a room,
we collapse
onto the bed 
in a heap of exhaustion
and exhilaration.
we open the dormer window,
allow the traffic and 
the ceaseless midnight chatter
of the eighth arrondissement
to wash over us like
dandelion seeds on the wind,
and you begin to sing. 
my voice raises to join yours 
and we lie in bed,
singing ourselves to sleep,
utterly unaware
of the time and beauty
and youth 
we’ve been gifted.
© Nora Jane  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Visions of Europe

Visions of Europe


Alizee is dead to me

Indila can eat all of Paris

She can never have even an ounce of me

My heart belongs to France

Moi et France took a vacation to Austria

Where I met my new love, I call her Zoe!

We sing and we sing, and even more

Drunken recklessness

With mi amour, je suis, je suis


Notes: Zoe was the Austrian entry in Eurovsion 2016. singing a song in French. Alizee and Indila are French pop singers.

I and the Other On the Anniversary of Victory In Europe Day

I and the Other


Sadly since the dawn of humans there has been the I and the Other.

Indifference at best and hatred at worst, times primitive or advanced, 

Dragging a child of another tribe away from the parents in complete

Indifference or hatred, to today's multifarious actions and reactions, 

From bombing by air to a bomb on planes, or ignoring the plight of

Other humans on this planet. Take your pick on the work to do on the 

I and the Other...............................................................................

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Did you need more lines, or hopefully fewer hatreds or indifferences to complete? 

Past, present and future until those from space attack, a chemo-biological attack rap?

The only hope is Hope itself. We are better educated only if morality does not moulder.

If there is no hope then what is the point of writing any poetry even as bad as this?
© Peter Dorr  Create an image from this poem.

I Hear Europe Calling

I hear Europe calling- come to me my friend
Wander my streets of chivalry, travel me to my end
I hear Europe calling, gables and goblins grinning
Climb to my peaks, sink to my valleys, find our new-old beginning

I hear Europe calling- what is that you say?
Trains and planes and automobiles, high price for petrol pay!
Wait for me, I'll jump aboard, settle on a train-seat
Watch my life in streaks of landscape, crisp new life I'll greet

I hear Europe calling- serenades unearth'd
I long to find my meaning, hunger to see my worth
In my soul you roil, Europe, never you will flit
In the heart of Oxford, my dreams, my hopes, are writ-

Premium Member Nil Poi

Nil Poi!
Nil poi, shove it under there.
Nil Poi, coz we don’t really care.
Nil poi, we are quite elated.
Nil poi, we are vaccinated.
Nil poi, it’s fixed, and it’s done.
Nil poi, but we’re still number one.
Nil poi, you all used our tongue.
Nil poi, with bad diction, bad song.
Nil poi, again Europe’s in tatters.
Nil poi, we win when it matters.
Nil poi, so what’s all the fuss?
Nil poi, you’re nothing without us!
Nil poi, nil poi, nil poi, nil poi,
Nil poi, nil poi, nil poi, nil poi!!!!!

David Cox 22/05/21
© Dave Cox  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Passport To Europe - the Taxidevo Agape Style

~Passport To Europe~
(Taxidevo Agape)


Travel thru Europe
Can be really nice
Germany's ancient
Beautiful country
With breathtaking views
Everywhere you go you'll enjoy enchanting sights
Traveling thru small towns with so much history
Most locals are nice and polite willing to help
You'll get to see many castles still standing 'round
Tall and proud filled of much beauty and history
In Paris take walk
Spain is full of charm
Riding the train thru
Europe is much fun
Travel will bring joy.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012



February.26.2017


“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain- 



~Author's Notes:

The "Taxidevo Agape" is a poetry form or style created by Joseph Spence Sr.

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