Isle Poems - Poems about Isle

Down the aisle, a princess draped in grace, Tracing dreams upon silken white, A smile, a beacon of love’s caress, Yet shadowed whispers steal my light. Down the aisle, a tale unfolds anew, Of devotion woven, steadfast and bright, Where laughter dances, where grief holds true, Yet love remains, an eternal rite. As I gaze, your radiance near divine, Each step dissolves what once...

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Who is the greatest from the land of the other hand… The pure top draw..southpaw.... Lara or Spice Isle style.. guile and Wiles of Kumar Sangakarra.. Who wouldn’t hanker in their seats Various vicarious treats..Sri Lanka’s number one ranker.. Fancy dan talisman.. Tamil Totem of elan.. Run spanker & banker. His unctuous umami like a sumptuous curry Even at the end…flurry...

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In 1773 the sun never set on the British Empire so goes the story now the 'Teatime Islands' crumbs of Great Britain’s former glory but as the moon rose over the White Cliffs of Dover standing guard at the Gateway to England ramparts the enemy to forestall if the ravens left the Tower of London the kingdom itself then would fall and Britain would...

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Tipperary's a long way from here, But the Emerald Isle's best beer, Will enhance any ceilidh, I wave my shillelagh, With some Guinness, old Eire feels near....

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-What is the failure key? They imagine! -What is wrong about that? They do sleep on the job! That is the general idea! -What is dream then? A subconscious urge that yarns for non-aspiring unfulfilled reticent. -Now what is non-aspiring? Without mediocrity, some kind of ambition. -Why is it needed? They are absolutely needed to egress, as these are toxic like mothball! -Did you ever...

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I won a poetry prize to go visit the lake isle of Innisfree. But I didn't wanna go, cuz there's nothing there I particularly wanted to see. I hear there's just a clay-and-wattles cabin with a bunch a bees a-blabbin' and nine rows of beans, and that doesn't really interest me. ...

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A young lady from the Isle of man Writes limericks fresh from the pan Queen of poetry Soup She shares her poop Watching the s..t hit the fan. Your Blogs. Dear Jan, place your Blog in the fire Sit back and watch it burn. You might attract one or two snowflakes But that is of little...

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Dragon from the Emerald Isle loved to take notes said Snappy. Research was something that made him wildly happy. He studied constellations, dinosaurs, extinct animals and stars. Taking down notes in restaurants, strip clubs, churches and bars. Strip clubs and churches? Does that seemed strange? I asked him. He has to try and save the sinners right? Snappy said with...

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The Mole Man mastered the creatures down within With tunnels leading to every major ciy his goal was to win But the Fantastic Four would not have it this way They would devise a plan to seize the day Johny Storm, the Human Torch would blaze up and melt the soft earth trapping the creatures in where they could cause no more harm But what became of the...

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I entered a competition In a gardening magazine. I had to write a poem About a garden I had seen. I chose a lovely garden That was here in my mind. A piece of imagination Where flamingo's could have dined. Mammals and coloured singing birds All called this land their own. Free to wander and to fly To graze and hunt and roam. But my garden does...

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On the first day of Nollick my true love gave to me A Manx cat but there’s no tail to see On the second day of Nollick my true love gave to me Two kipper baps, and a Manx cat but there’s no tail to see On the third day of Nollick my true love gave to me Three Legs...

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seagulls surf the wind my escorts home across the waves streamlined gannets sacred isle in view ...

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We fished off the pier in carefree days when girls wore tartan trews. In endless summer sun we’d laze when Tommy Steele was “Singing the Blues”. Now it’s saffron robes and no-take zones, maybe coffee in the cafe at the pier, replaced by ubiquitous mobile phones, like conversation, things just disappear....

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Jupiter and Venus meld like two canaries Kissing in late February In a black gap Between mountainous sparkling beach hotels As if The planets have privacy in their own city alley Sand in Miami Warm as peach pie beneath our bare feet A beach just for us Bob and Kerri What cosmic gale Blew these names to our lunar sails? The froth from ocean waves Breaks Like ghostly surfers...

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In a fleeting moment, the world forever changed, The blink of an eye, a destiny rearranged. Our vessel, thrust upon the rocks with force, By the southern wind's unrelenting discourse. Powerless, adrift in the sea's wild embrace, A shipwreck, a trial, our fate we must face. Many were able, their bodies fit to swim, But few would survive, a chance ever so...

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