Clifford Poems - Poems about Clifford

The Tragic Story of Rosamund Clifford By some urge to learn more, beckoned, I read up the life of Henry the Second. With Thomas Becket he picked a bone. This well known fact I'll leave alone. Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine became his wife and brought much gain, but in one matter not enough. The lack was relieved by a piece of fluff. In...

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This poem is very long overdue The words or things to say I just never knew You had so much faith in me when I had none Just a student waiting for the school year to be done But because of you I am who I am today A writer publisher and poet proud to say You are the definition...

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Met him at a strange time in my shaky life. I was facing heartache and pain, I was in so much need for love. Being a misfits bad girl, I needed to feel something real, someone by my side to feel validated. He was so beautiful an ever so charming....

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It’s a lovely casket, my grandmother said With tears in my eyes, I nodded my head I did not want her to see me cry, But seeing him there, I knew there was no use to try To hold back the tears, so they started to flow As I started the process of letting you go I cried two tears that...

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In the spring of 1880 young Clifford Griffin immigrated from England to Colorado. The death of his fiancee left him bereft and he was searchin' for his El Dorado. He settled in Silver Plume where he and his brother bought the Seven Thirty Mine. Clifford and his brother Heneage became very rich from ore that assayed very fine! With...

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