Best Tennyson Poems

Deep as first love, 
   and wild as all regret - 
               Alfred Lord Tennyson

There is an aching in the heart
 slipping into tears that burn and tear apart
every...

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Ring Out, Wild Bells, to the Wild Sky
(Ode to Alfred Lord Tennyson)

Fair son of England whom I write
of saw not well; thus short of sight,
formed lines that in his head would lie.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild Sky.

Those lines (deep thoughts) - once written...

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Assailed upon all sides; trapped, like a rat without his cheese.
Though I wore quite fancy shoes, there were no socks upon my feet,
When I fought the heathens and, met defeat, at the Pillar Of Muhamete.
Through a wall of living flesh I hacked; my trusty hatchet,...

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From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
 I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.


From Eileen M Ghali's Monoku in Poetry Soup: August 6, 2014

It's better NOT to...

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Dare I shed this skin, and heart and bone
neath this hollow shell, where the ecstasy of life
though death dwells,
a season for all time;
they pass as sand through the hourglass,
dripping down to melted months,
I feel as the slitted urn,
eased to deathly mirth

Be I that fain patron...

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‘ Lord Alfred Tennyson … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  62nd  Senryu



       Tennyson Thundered
‘ The Charge Of The Light Brigade ’
      Salutes … Six-Hundred...

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How many children can say they
Enjoyed Tennsyon and real
                  hot chocolate----
Mrs. Beck's dark Hershey's,
Melted into milk, cream, and sugar?
Together at last-----
       ...

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Alfred, Lord Tennyson,
When all was certainly said and done,
Wrote “Better to have loved and lost…,”
Perhaps that was the bar he crossed.

written October 12, 2021...

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MY PLEA - a Tennyson Phrasis

By this still hearth I will drink
life to the lees.Much I have
known and seen..myself not least.
I am part of all that I have met,
yet how dull it is to pause to make
an end without this plea to thee.
From the eternal...

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Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson
with tetrameter(ABBA) had much fun
Gifted with wordplay he was blest
'In Memorium' at his best...

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It’s just like an intellectuallist
to tear creation from its little nest of stone,
thinking only if it rests in his hand,
if he can see all its white veins
will he grasp its mysteries. 

Maybe this is why he knows
Death
so well,
and God so little. 

Who, wanting a lover,...

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A poet is a musician 
The instrument he/she plays are words
The heart of a musician is the essence of song 
So when Lord Alfred Tennyson defined
Poetry as “the rhythmical creation of beauty”
He felt, he heard, he composed the internal song
Presenting sound and content
In a style...

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Wonders of the world abound
on our earthly stomping ground,
in the seven seas profound,
midst the heavens round us wound.

Images from reaches vast
by astronomers amassed
show in varicolored cast,
cosmic glories unsurpassed,

stories of the great immense,
begging questions why and whence,
scenes stelliferously dense,
bringing past to present tense.

Oh how tantalizing to
lose...

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The Charge of Boris's Parliamentary Cohort of three hundred lawmakers


                I
Forward the light brigade!
Was there a dude dismayed?
Though most should have known
Cameron had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply!
Theirs not to...

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The rain. Unrelenting.
Cats and dogs. 
The dreary architecture of the souless
 grey-brown urban landscape 
worthy of the matchstick man fella
But. Hopeful.
The smokers hunched by the bookies,
 beside the battlecruiser. Handy. 
A cosy camaraderie with a common denominator
No judgement; but wonder or at least inquisitiveness
I envy...

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