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Culloden Poems - Poems about Culloden

I Must Awa


I must awa and sorrowful be, 
I must awa and take leave of thee.
 My bonnie wee lass who holds me so near,
 I'll soon return to ye, my Bonnie, my dear.
I must awa to Culloden to be sure, 
to battle the sassenach or we'll be nay more.
I must awa with musket and bow,
I must

Categories: culloden, character, history, imagination,
Form: Rhyme

Rise Again

Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies 

Burn oor birches aside the lough, 

Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom, 

Dictating oor days tae come, 

No from the pint o a gun, 

Fae laws an promises  broken. 

Lees an lees spout forth like watter 

Lives expended as if they dinnae matter, 

Feel the Jacobite spirit again,

Categories: culloden, anger, conflict, freedom, heartbreak,
Form: Dramatic Verse

Tartan

ancestral colours 
rallying the clans
Culloden day trip

Categories: culloden, color, history,
Form: Haiku

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Ghost of Culloden

Weekend away in medieval castle
Traveling to Scotland on overnight train
Read the account of Culloden battle
Highlanders lost cherished domain.

Eyes feeling heavy am swept away
living the moment from long ago
Brave clan tartans fought that day
Historically painful tale of woe.

Gossamer mist invades my dream
Long dead minstrel sings of noble deed
Ghostly features with passion gleam
He's haunted by unspoken need

His

Categories: culloden, grave, history,
Form: Rhyme

The Spirits of Culloden

The Spirits of Culloden. 
This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year,
Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear.
Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden,
Paying respects to those loyal men and wimen, the spirits of Culloden.
This is a tale of one such soul, a long time

Categories: culloden, anniversary, death, dedication, memorial
Form: Rhyme

Awa Tae France

The battles ower ,smoke settles ower the moor,
Clans are broken flying aff tae the hills.
Redcoated sodjers mingle with red Heilan blude,
Killing the wounded in Drumossie mud.
Oor Prince has fled leaving dreams in the dust,
Of a Stuart oan the throne that was oor lust,
like the heron scared of mans approach
fleeing his home being taen awa tae

Categories: culloden, courage, dream, farewell, french,
Form: Rhyme

To the Shore

The shore it’s seen, calm so near, 
But rocks and swells deterrent to all,
Prevent a landing? It is not clear, 
The Stuart Prince dismissed his fear, 
Landed his launch, and began the call.

A call to arms, he encouraged the men,
To fight their foe and rid them now,
Of English rule and oppression's end,
The courage of each

Categories: culloden, history, military,
Form: Rhyme

Culloden Foretold

CULLODEN FORETOLD

A man he once said ta'e me,
You'll lay on heather, your gut will bleed.
Near Inverness you should na'e be,
Your end is there upon thee.

I paid no heed, jumped to my feet,
Charged through the Highlands, sword in sheath.
Loyalty to the Stuarts was my belief,
and to the end that will be.

The charge has stalled, and is

Categories: culloden, courage, destiny, history, military,
Form: Rhyme

Culloden Revisited

Heathen warriors dressed in the plaid
Victims of time and an evil brigade
Pursue their beliefs far into the South
Gaelic words from a Jacobite mouth

Like bairns against many a gun
The highlanders decided to run
Not for home and to safety for sure
But on, eyes glowing with revenge and more

Years ago when those from the south they came
Leaving thousands

Categories: culloden, fantasy, history,
Form: Rhyme

Culloden

Paler than the hills I walk
I hear the bleat of sheep long still
and see the thistles of the Saltire’s home,
yet wear the weave of no clan’s name

The red of my discordant neck carries
the match of a thousand morning skies.
When shepherds take warning and
storms make wilful sport

And those same maelstroms
that play a dirge upon my soul.
twist

Categories: culloden, history,
Form: Free verse

Blar Chuil Lodair - the Battle of Culloden

16th April 1746
The day a country ceased to exist
British Army, Hanoverian scum
Defeated our Jacobite's
Scotland's is on the run
 
Our Tartans banished, bagpipes no more
To lead our troops, to frighten the foe
Cumberland's men hunt us down
In every village and every town
Massacred, slaughtered
Wiped from our earth
Erased from the country of our birth
 
2000 men died to fight

Categories: culloden, anger, depression, desire, passion,
Form: Rhyme

Blàr Chùil Lodair - the Battle of Culloden

16th April 1746
The day a country ceased to exist
British Army, Hanoverian scum
Defeated our Jacobite's
Scotland is on the run
 
Our Tartans banished, bagpipes no more
To lead our troops, to frighten the foe
Cumberland's men hunt us down
In every village and every town
Massacred, slaughtered
Wiped from our earth
Erased from the country of our birth
 
2000 men died to fight

Categories: culloden, political, warmen,
Form: Rhyme