Tudor Poems - Poems about Tudor

... Destroy your mental health and your dark brain! Kill your nervous system, mine is intact, and gene. I am a gene, stay away, you are a psychopath fate. A psychopath, a sociopath, a monster, and......Read the rest...

...Welcome to the British isles, where cash is flowing Where much resides, history on every side of killer Kings and queens provide, a tapestry of style and wiles Villan's and villein and many wrecke......Read the rest...

...Hotel love I arrived at the uploaded village in the north, which had once been a working hamlet, until famous people bought property there. More people followed, as did estate agents the parish b......Read the rest...

...He stood there in the front of the room bathed in light and suddenly he turned into a halo right before my eyes All that was once invisible to me was now a Holy matter and all the things I oft k......Read the rest...

...Stratford-upon-Avon Shakespeare's town Where shades of the past are present each day in daub and wattle homes there can be found Medieval moments that are at play. Tragedies staged with......Read the rest...

... "The Tudor Rose, The Lion and The Sceptre of Light" God bless The Queen Shield of Tudor Rose and Lion rampant the 3 of Lionheart, guardant passant Unicorn and......Read the rest...

...I'd love to paint, a picture for you, of images in my head. Of a quirky old town, I'll set the scene, as you rise from a crooked bed. The room you're in, whilst large in size, has rather strange de......Read the rest...

...What kind of fox is he? Royalty we believed. But related to which house? Tudor or Hapsburg or maybe Greensleeved? We had no idea, but he had an air about him. He wore his clothing as if he was......Read the rest...

...small pox, sore throat, what in the world Died at twenty-nine, died at seventy So many stories about the virgin queen Elizabeth the 1st, you remain a secret today You did make House of Tudor go a......Read the rest...

...We lived in the U.K as expats in a Tudor style home in Kent It was a nice home but it had “a feel” about it I can’t explain Not frightening or threatening at all Just a different sense in the atmo......Read the rest...

...It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees and dropping, by dusk it will be grey turning to red then black. Where is the oyster shell now? The heavenly picture of a pale s......Read the rest...

...Henry VIII's Last Joust When darkness descends and all is bleak, When the strong run and leave behind the weak. Where, throughout the land, people cry for relief. Who shall arise? What d......Read the rest...

...Bellow, snarl and luster listen to the mighty roar of crimson green and mellow beam and crook and flame and muster. We cluster drawn to creaky oak and misty morn and poplar, birch and cedar, sme......Read the rest...

...Now stand you on the top of happy hours— Or so the mirrors 'round your glass realm show Man of beauty, charm, and stunning power, I will cackle as you are brought down low. For though you claim a......Read the rest...

...He stood there in the front of the room bathed in light and suddenly he turned into a halo right before my eyes All that was once invisible to me was now a Holy matter and all the things I oft k......Read the rest...