Best Wales Poems

Wales to me is her Celtic tribal history,	
Wales to me is walks upon her shores.
Wales to me is her druids, saints, and mystery,	
the soil I tread, the salt that leaves my pores.	
	
We drove an hour from Brecon down to Cardiff,
a plane to catch, a new...

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WALES 1 GERMANY didn’t

The Germans take great pride
In long words measured by the clock
But can they compete when vied
With Llanfair­pwllgwyngyll­gogery­chwyrn­drobwll­llan­tysilio­gogo­goch...

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miles of sandy beaches
and the hills so green
the highest peaks
and lots of castles to be seen

the wooded mountains
deep beautiful valleys
and the long fairway
line with trees

this is my home
to leave i will never
cymru am byth
wales for ever

the long terrains
for taking endless walks
proud of our accent
and they...

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 Wales to me is a floating melody of soothing hums, 
  when sea breeze to tranquil shores comes,
   sprinkling buried golden hues, 
    over swaying grassland in recluse.

       Lulling little kids to...

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One of the cultures of Wales
is the eisteddfod* where 
people of all lands sing and dance
So many  countries try to get to
Llangollen travelling many days 
just to perform their dance, song or verse
Dressed in national dress of many hues
making it a colourful artistic event

The crowning of the...

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~Diana, Princess Of Wales~
(Senryu)


The Princess of Wales 
was beautiful and kind, Queen
of Hearts forever


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007



April.22.2016


~Author's Notes:

Senryu (also called human haiku) is an unrhymed Japanese verse.They possess no references to the natural world and thus stand out from nature/seasonal haiku.

The Senryu, is a short...

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MY HEART BELONGS TO WALES.............. 


Where the seas blue waters rise and fall, 
Where the velvet hills stand strong and tall. 
When the voice of bygone years does call, 
I know where my heart belongs. 

Where the voices of all angels sing, 
In a stadia...

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My heart has sought your mystery
guardian dryad, ivy tressed tree,
other worldly mound and ley;
long I’ve searched the fair Sidhe.

Here, found I the ancient long bone,
the knurled hawthorn, the Druid’s home.
Sheltered, shrouded, and overgrown
within St. Cyril’s grave well come.

At last, at last my longings free,
and I...

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St David our patron and wearer of daffies
Lynched by the English who named us all Taffies
With our fellow Celts, they feared we would stand
and repel Anglo-Saxons from all British land
But spring-time did come, along with a truce
The trumpets of yellow announcing the news
A change in...

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I: THE UK

Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, 
Matching Tye and Droop

Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, 
Westward Ho! and Throop.

Hole of Horcum, New Invention,
Boghead, Bath, Cat's Ash

North Piddle, Staines and Pen*stone,
Wash Dyke, East Breast and Flash.

Six Mile Bottom, Mudford Sock,
Wetwood, Wetwang, Hose

Catbrain, Assloss, No Man's Land, 
Didling, Lower Rose.

Blubberhouses,...

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Ash Groves

“Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander 
When twilight is fading I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander 
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove.
‘Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing,
Each warbler enchants with his note from the...

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A pretty Welsh girl in Caerphilly
Was invited to play ball with Willie
One kick to his ball
Caused Willie to fall
So she thought the game was quite silly!...

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Estuary

the strong tide greets the sheltered stream
where life's hereafter dares to dream

a place where screeching, circling birds
fall silent to breath’s final words

where memories once formed on land
are carried by the shifting sand

to where the river meets the sea
and on then to eternity.


Aqueduct

where ten arches span...

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High home summer hill

Straining, sucking, sitting

Staring, stopped and stick-

A pit-prop tight and gripped.

The trees across the valley

Much higher than he can go now.

I pant to reassure him

In time with his withered eyes.

His tongue, tombed gritty green

He’s faithful, though he’s fading

Bones in death-grey jumper

Where will he...

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I liked its comforting and quiet
Enclosure from the time and rain
Designed to be impossible to sleep in 
(Some vagrant friends reported miseries)
Shutting out the rest of the world
It became a space for answers
A sea-shell or confessional
Calming the small change of your soul
Adored no less by...

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