Best Manchester Poems

Yet another incident has happened today
When will these terrorists go away
Manchester this time at a concert
Some taken to early some really hurt

Thier war now affecting the general public
These people are just really sick
To target young children having fun
Your sick and something will be done 

You...

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MANCHESTER

Oh, Manchester, you are such a majestic city 
bathed in your bright blazing lights in the night. 
Everyone has been to your cityscape, 
if they work there or go to see such honoured shops 
like Vinyl Exchange to get their favourite record. 
Such calamities in...

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Where have all our beautiful flowers gone
Each so very special in their own way
Where have all our young flowers gone
Why has this world’s evil taken them away

Where have all our young flowers gone
Oh Lord, we miss them in so many ways
And it's hard to accept...

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I wrote this as a tribute to all those injured and killed in the bombing. Get well soon people, rest in peace those that were murdered. 

Manchester will never forgive
 Manchester will never forget
 The few that carry the bomb
 The few with the terrorist...

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Manchester remembers,
The twenty-two lives that were taken,
Two years on,
Their memories never to be forsaken,
Manchester remembers,
Not just the twenty-two,
Prayers go out to the survivors,
Thoughts are with all of you.
Manchester remembers,
How the City came together,
A force to be reckoned with,
No matter who, what or whether.
Manchester remembers,
The feeling...

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Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories long back -
Tumbling like huffing little rain clouds
Down from the lofty metal track; 
Wherein brightly painted carriages:
The publicans daughter, the...

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An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside
her face seems very candid and
expressions look naïve, but
nobody knows the cause of her sadness and 
and no one can ever feel 
the hidden wounds inside her heart 
Why does she scream?
Why does she shed painful tears?
Her...

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Stilled again across the canals broadening 
Girth;
Mesh cages of rock-filled Gabions 
Reinforcing patches of exposed and arid earth,
Reflecting the glints that gleefully
Twist and dance in the hot glare of the sun...
Provoking images and stirring indefinable feelings
That begin to irrevocably up and run;
Pictures and voices crowding...

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My son is a Buccaneer (Orlando Pirates)
I'm a proud Khozi (Kaizer Chiefs)
We’re eternal enemies divided,
But we meet at Manchester United...

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Manchester United 1958-Part 1 of 3
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I remember the 6th February, in 1958, 
the day before my 16 birthday, everything was great
I was working at the CIS, an Insurance mob in town
I’d finished work at Deansgate, and I was heading home

I...

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Manchester United 1958 part 2 of 3
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

the wing tore off when it hit the house, the tail was hanging free
the fuselage hit a wooden hut, and the cockpit hit a tree,
the house caught fire, and people ran, but Murphy’s Law...

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Manchester United 1958-3 of 3
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I heard Jackie, crying, and when I turned around
I saw the body of Roger Byrne, lay across him on the ground
Jackies arm was bleeding bad, so a tourniquet I tied
and hoped that that would be OK,...

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An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion
in northern England on 22nd May 2017
killing at least 22 people and injuring many
there was a massive flash and 
then a bang and smoke all around
hundreds of people could be seen 
streaming away in confusion and chaos
nobody...

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One week ago, a suicide bomber, a murderer took many lives at the Manchester Arena 
The police are hunting down his accomplices to subpoena 
It seems that the papers have nothing better to do than to show his face to us every day
Replaying each and...

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Who will shirk me of this load 
The garment so heavy I'm weak
Heaven in cry, world in bleak
Like wet rag, cloth I wear
The sorrow, the pains I bear
Heavy it is to carry, these tears
In fear I saw them cold 
Cold, cold, in tons and folds
Glum...

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