Oxford Poems - Poems about Oxford

I walked down the alleyways of London Early one edgy Friday evening. I am a touring, curious resident, mind you. The sun was shy and was sinking breathlessly and With the hushed melody of frazzled fog. I headed towards a snaky road, cobbled to fractured Heels and hills, and stumbled upon Oxford Street, famous for all manner of glitz And devoted heartbreaks. It was...

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The spires watch nightmares planned below, for citizenry Who should have no foe.' From within its boundry's They're to be fools on show, the first of April, auspisces Known.' The donkeys are leading all reason has flown.' Six the number..' of zones in plan? to destroy cohesion Do we give a damn.? In academia many need real learning' We experience much...

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The quiet rustle of the leaves I am at peace over the seas The welcoming and gentle breeze I’m soaking up the way it feels My grandma’s garden and her tea The apple tree, the little bee The timid buzz, come on! Come see! I’m five years old, I’m fun, I’m free The sun is blazing, it’s july...

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An Oxford Sonnet We came again to city of spires and dreams There: were England's aspirations built and carved In honeyed stone of Jurassic coral seas Where minds are sculpted, nurtured and preserved From ancient college, fount of Nation's learning Beyond oak doors, The High tells tale in stone The buildings speak eloquence of spirits' yearning In stately palace and in humble home In...

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The Buddhists say: "If you used a raft to cross the river, there is no need to drag it along further". Oh, my good old dictionary! You're my raft in the great water of English language. Alas, we'll always be together. I'm through half my life but I've not reached the middle of the river yet...

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Car Ride, Oxford, 2011 It's been raining long enough that I could not tell when day faded and night entered. But there are too many other things to notice: a dim glow that waxes and wanes as we turn, translucent lines on the window massaged gently into my face by the low beams. The engine hums softly; it has already...

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Time for celebration Time to gather up the best in one location Back where high school dress codes were your main struggle And if your outfit was right then you could score a double As in two phone numbers from girls who may coincidentally know each other So now your stuck in the small town cycle, where you won't trust...

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Walking into meadows, we wandered across the steep bridge and watched the students rowing. The narrow boats moved smoothly under the tall trees and the oars glided gracefully on the river. as the instructor called out from time to time. Keeping their movements in tune with nature, they floated into the landscape, and we moved further along the rich carpet. Crackling sounds filled our ears, the burnished leaves fell gently at our...

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I stood by the bridge Gazing down at the greens Of the trees on the banks At the union of streams. Through mossed balustrade Reflected I'd spy The spires of Magdalen In watery sky. Leaves on the water Red, yellow and gold By unseen currents, The near bank hold. Bright against grey In light autumn...

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Oxfords alteSchleusen Das Gurgeln des Wassers am Abend Sonst nur noch Stille ------------------------------------------ Old locks of Oxford Gurgling of water at sundown Otherwise only silence ------------------------------------------ Presas antiguas de Oxford El gorgoteo del agua en la noche Por lo demás sólo silencio...

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Oxford The filigree of the old and wounded tower, rays of stone to soften the sky, Oxford, rain falls to drown the silent dreams of history. The Botanic Garden, boats like wooden chains on the water. From the Botanic Garden the flowers sing, together with the birds of ancient history. The old walls of soft and yellow stones, forgotten architecture of present time. And the years...

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