Yorkshire Poems | Examples

Speed

Somewhere on the North York Moor
Pedal almost through the floor
Engine soon began to roar
Eighty miles per hour for sure
Death comes quick on the A64...

Yorkshire Sunset

million birds fly in
to high cliffs of yorkshire dale
puffins fish mouthfuls


placed 5th in the contest

A Rain Note From Yorkshire

Rainfall from the heavens

Flashing lights on the horizon

Tapping drops from the skies on frilly rooftops

Whooshing splashes on leafy greens

Pit-a-pat...pit-a-pat...!, rhythmic sounds on rusty metals.

 

Grey sky with thin silver linings

Stretching abreast its surface with thundering blasts

Wavery but gentle on the earth

Deep letterings on sandy soils

Drenching flows on tree trunks.

 

Soothing and surreal, the chills feel

On such beautiful downpours at dusk in a little cottage in Meltham

Wrapped in thick clothings

Warmed by the idyllic glow from the fireplace

And sip after sip from my lofty cup, that stays

The zesty taste of my Yorkshire tea.

Rain - West Yorkshire

rainclouds overhead
    natures elixir for life 
    mankinds saving grace

Hessle East Yorkshire

Nothing happened
In Hessle yesterday.
The same nothing
Happened again today.
On a cosmic scale 
It’s the type of spot
Where nothing happens
Happens quite a lot.

Just down the road
Not far away
Nothing happens 
Every single day.

It’s locked in time 
It’s locked in space
It really is a most
Pleasant place.
I’ve deliberately left
That place unnamed
In the hope it long
Remains unchanged

Yorkshire Spring Day

Late afternoon sunshine streaming
Through the swaying green net  
Of this years growth of hedge 
I’ve not got round to cutting yet.
Got to get my finger out 
Because I know it’s best 
To get it done and dusted 
Before the birds start to nest.

The grass has had its first trim
It’s looking lush and green
The garden’s starting to look
The best that it’s  ever been.
Last year I sunk a small pond
At the sheltered edge of the lawn
With a bit of luck this year
We’ll have plenty of frog spawn.

There’s a Dove in the tree
And it’s gently cooing away
I can hear voices of children 
Squabbling as they play.
Hard frost this morning
An almost magical sight
Seeing the grass covered 
With a coat of gleaming white.

This is semi rural Yorkshire
As afternoon slips into night
On an early spring day when 
Everything has been just right.
You can wander the world
Always searching for more
I’ll stay and enjoy the beauty
Found outside my back door.

Yorkshire Red

They called me a Communist
When only just a teen
Nothing much has changed in  
Those  Sixty years in between.
My village once had fourteen farms
Now it’s just got one or two 
Those employed in the village 
Are now very far and few.
It’s commuter land these days
Almost deserted on weekdays 
An almost soulless place
With modern village ways.

There was  Social Housing then
Now it’s mainly owner occupied
Very few common folk there
Now it’s  well and truly gentrified.
The old Falcon Inn once well used 
As village meet and social club
Has been renovated and become
A stylish seldom open Gastro Pub.
My dad’s old cottage still stands
Only because it’s been listed
Next door has been knocked through
As though it had never existed.

Two hundred years the family home 
Now any trace of us long gone 
It’s what these days they call progress
As life ambles and stumbles on.
A place of many required lessons
Which I never did manage to learn.
Only old family graves there now
So I seldom bother to return.
They called me a Communist 
Because I wouldn’t doff my cap
To the Johnny-cum-lately Squire
Touring the village by pony and trap.

Little Bit of Yorkshire

Ey-up uncle Ken,
I bet tha goin, bookies Agen!
I'll go with thee,
If it's or rate.
I go that way,
To see mi mate.
Wats tha backin, in two thirty?
Mi gran ses put a Bob,
On flirtin girty.
Gonna play Togger on park,
Then go woods,
Before it's dark.
Get sum cheggies for afta tea,
If tha calls in Lata
Will save sum for thee.
See thee lata,
Hope tha win
Will no if tha has,
Thal av a big grin.

Peanut Yorkshire Terrier

My Favorite Animal
A Dog
Yorkshire Terrier 
My Dog Peanut 

A standard Yorkie over sixteen pounds, 
Long silky ash coat with beautiful brown 
Blond mane. Fast, energetic, never down 
Especially if there squirrels around. 

Gentle and playful; friendly yet spunky; 
Always wants to play. Loves loud squeaky toys, 
Newspapers, cardboard one of his mixed joys. 
A purse unwatched, he can be too sneaky. 

He will go and explore and like a cat, 
Jumps on the sofa, coffee table, chair 
Or on my bed where we share to sleep there. 
Visits the neighbors for mere pats and chat. 

He is my pet, but also my dear friend 
From morning dawn arise 'till night descend.


12/12/2019

Yorkshire Rose

My Yorkshire rose... 
You start a war in my southern soul

Bitter Yorkshire Rain

The table feels like it did before
Under my hands the wooden fibres go from cold to very warm

The house feels colder tonight but now we are both here
The same two people who invested everything they had right here

Now I have listened to what you had to say
I see our picture begin to fade

I listen intently to the quiet night
For some kind of winning message to come but then I realise I've lost this fight

I understand now how this life works, I see the meaning and some of its quirks

You say to me that I have to go on and live a life
You say this to me and that I owe it to you, my wife

But I sit here sometimes feeling nothing but the cold, dark pain
I ask God and demand answers in the sharp and bitter Yorkshire rain

But as usual nothing and no answers come
And then you appear and talk to me like our life together has just begun!

But trapped I am in a mind of chaos, sorrow and despair

For I see you here but I know......................................................

that you're not there.

Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding

Pub in Yorkshire with stout and ale aplenty. 
Red faces sweating with alcohol's influence. 
Singing fine songs in reverie and ecstasy. 
Salivating at arrival of that succulent essence. 

Tender juicy slices of beef covered with gravy. 
A splendour when touched by crispy bubbling pudding. 
Roast potatoes smiling that wicked grin for tongue's activity. 
Forks and knives clatter in haste for that delight of tasty supping. 

Drowning that deliciousness with ale. 
Rhyming lyrics midst throng of patrons' happiness. 
Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding you made me hale. 
I will visit you often and celebrate tummy's warmth in merriness.

The Flag of Yorkshire

Just a special white rose
reposed in a sea of blue sky,
together our pride flutters in the wind.

© Harry J Horsman 2015

The Poets From Yorkshire Are Best

The poets from Yorkshire are best

That’s where I come from – you’ve guessed.

       Though our words can get tangled

       Like your smalls in the mangle

Phew! –  That’s quite a load off my chest!

Yorkshire Humour 10

When the circus was in Yorkshire recently
a local man watching a rehearsal of
a scantily dressed, large bosom blond lion tamer,
inside the cage with a massive male lion,
was asked
“Would you do that” By a passing circus hand.
“Yes” Replied the local,
“Get the lion out”!

Anon.

Revived and added to,
 © Harry J Horsman  2012

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