Copenhagen Poems - Poems about Copenhagen

On the day four beasts fell… Their tails whipping the sky in smoke Consumed by their own fire Such commerce Brought down an ancient spire Little did the beasts care A mighty success 5 years prior When just one was saved From confusion and mire For as the cock crowed In a mourning flame If they would’ve recognized a sun They...

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Smiling behind your receipt Tangible evidence of your deceit The date and time don’t match up with mine You told me it’s fine I don’t have to whine My family think I’m pushing through it But I’m just not man enough to do it How come I put the shotgun in my mouth But end up shooting myself in the foot I’m just...

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Copenhagen came into view over looking the industry findings of Heidelberg sinking shores I'd mustered enough nerve to escape his fist his open hand again twisting my arm I still held the stone he threw at my back busting my shoulder blade the woman at the dinner assures me I would be fine never the less...

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Down to earth comedian who brings the house down with laughter...

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Legend of Copenhagen says tree troll is a tale. He is a wooden giant who drank way too much ale This tall tale was fed to me by gullible cousin Gale. Who also heard that tree troll devoured greens and kale. We searched for this rascal over many hills and dale, His infectious story was spreading fast without fail Every version...

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A place called Copenhagen, do you know its song? Joy and laughter safely ride waves of light., and summer days are twenty-five hours long. Do you still hear the sprocket's cadence and pedals din.. our hearts saying "follow me!" to clamour, and climax in sun, along the perch fishing canals and Strøget's shops. You wore Pegasus sandals...

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A city where Sky scrapers are rare As is the city So are its buildings, compact! Scraped by the sky they seem Yet intact is their splendor and grandeur Modernity fused with the classic ancient Decorates its highways and streets Spell bound and enchanted By its beauty I was to be If it were not for the voice of duty That called me back home FAREWELL!!...

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