Denmark Poems - Poems about Denmark

Denmark What a sweet little country, it's national anthem reflects his kindness when the German army marched in 1940, there was no resistance hence, not one life was lost the old king continued to ride his horse in the park Denmark was pressured into, joining NATO as Norway did 57 years ago, the Danes know which side a slice...

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Denmark There is a charming little country it has no sharp stones or huge mountains to obstruct the view In our heart, we loved this little land. They even invented the word “HYGGE.” The reality is quite different, as it turns out to be a den of spies. they spied on the behalf of the USA; in other...

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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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OCTAVE: LORD, this morning, thank you. This SONnet will please, tease, release: I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus With a sunshiny name, an aura of a name, "a garland" ... Corona Virus, COVID-19, or SARS-Cov-2, Thy Hand Is mighty and righteous, always Righteous, even in judgment God of...

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We drove down the road. I saw such wondrous things. My eyes took in the steep sided grassy valley. In the bottom was a sparkling river. Sun reflected on the water which flowed over rocks. The small river had cut the valley. No more than a stream. It wound lazily, climbed steeply in places and...

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The Burqa ban in Denmark Women can’t wear a niqab or burqa New Danish laws they must not shirk’a If they cross the line They’ll get a huge fine Some people are going berserk’a Poem inspired by news article from Denmark who have recently passed a new law banning the wearing of Niqab or Burqa’s in public, Those violating...

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Oh,Denmark There is a dragon still alive a live With all the gold I hope that Beowulf will finally have his day Heorot will help the king With a sling of his sword No wounds will hurt No dragons will live In Denmark anymore People will love the king Finally they can win at something They can...

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Life became a sweet song of morning lark As when Iris spoke to me from Denmark When first saw her in sensual style mark Young dreams reached a decisive landmark. The green days got an important bookmark, As I received the message from Denmark. Hoping life will become the rainbow...

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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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dedicated to Hans Christian Andersen ------------------------------------------------------------ He lived in Denmark many years ago. He was the son of a shoemaker, and he loved to dream very much. His dreams turned into magic fairy tales, but no one wanted to understand them. People laughed at the Story-Teller. And they often teased him. Now, when I am dreaming, my dreams turn into magical fairy tales. But people laugh at this, and...

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