New poetry to inspire and reflect

Welcome to our latest collection of original poems, crafted with care and a touch of unique storytelling. Here, you'll discover verses that resonate with everyday life, stir up fond memories, and provoke thoughtful contemplation. We invite you to immerse yourself in these creations from Poetryonline.co.uk

 

This old Pocket Watch

In 1680, made in MaidaVale

If it could talk

What a tale it could tell

The old watchmaker

Slaved away all day

To bring to life his creation

This timepiece, by the end of the day

Sold to a merchant traveling

From Bath to Bristol

When he was held up

By Dick Turpin and his pistol

So the pocket watch found a new owner

For a number of years or so

Until the day that Dick Turpin was hanged

What a way to go

 

For a couple of centuries

It disappeared from view

But turned up in a auction in London

From whence it came no one knew

Bought by a London banker

As a present for his son

Who was that very morning

Leaving to fight for his country at Verdun

With the watch safely in his uniform pocket

It was carried over the ocean blue

To where our gallant soldier fell in battle

Just outside the town of Acentoo

The watch was found and brought back to England

And became a family heirloom

Passed down from son to son

As wealthy families do

Now the proud possession of the Earl of Wessex

A scholar and a man of note it’s true

And it still keeps perfect time

Considering all that it’s been through

So always remember

When you look at something really old and battered

What history it could contain and recant

If it could talk and say what really mattered

 

The Old Park Bench

As I sit in silence in the park

The sun shines through the trees

I feel the wind upon my cheeks

And my dress rustles in the breeze

A walk I take most every day

Since my beau has been away

But today I am filled with happiness

Because he returns today

This old park bench is where we met

And first smiles and said hello

It is also where he did propose

So many years ago

Now married for many a year

Our happiness is about to be blessed

For I am with our very first child

Who ever would have guessed

So now he returns our life is complete

And we can be happy for ever more

So I must now leave the park to be at home

When he comes in through our front door

So I can through my arms around him

And kiss him passionately

And let him know just what he has missed

Whilst he has been away from me

 

My Heart the Postman and You 

As I sit at staring at my mobile phone, waiting

For the telephone to ring

I think maybe I will be lucky

A love letter maybe, the Postman will bring

A message from the one I love

As true as true can be

Just remember that special love

Begins with you and me

Always in my thoughts and on my mind

The girl I left so far behind

Whose magic smile just melts my heart?

And took my very soul right from the start

I may be so far away

In a hostile land and against the enemy

But will be home again someday

Back to your arms, don’t you see?

So as I sit and wait for the daily post

The man who drifts in like a ghost

To bring weekly joy from his mailbag

The daily wait is such a drag

But the perfume on the paper I can smell

Just goes down, so very well

Reminds me what I miss so much

Your kisses and your wonderful touch

 

Sometimes, when I get down, and my mind wanders

Melancholy thoughts abound

Of times together, that may have past

And why I miss you so, when you are not around

So Mr Postman, do your best

Bring me that special message that I need

From my loved one so far away

Today I hope you can get through, Oh yes, Oh yes indeed

The Angel 

As she sits in perfect peace

The Angel sits in deepest thought

Is it of a past love she thinks?

Or just a moment that she’s caught

Her beauty is beyond compare

Still to be with her forevermore

With her locks of curly hair

Her past life just a far distant shore

Now her life to glide the universe

Watching over many a long lost soul

With her hand to guide them home

Together they will stroll

Her heart maybe heavy

With thoughts that may have been

Of her lovers long ago

And things that she has seen

But she sits alone and thinks

Of what her life is now

Of all the sad souls she can save

With her hand upon their brow

Her white wings shining in the sun

Now it’s her time to sleep

So we must let her settle down

And promise not to peep

The Dancer

She moves like an Angel with gossamer wings

with all the delights that being from heaven brings

that angelic smile that lights up a room

and her wonderful hearts glow that always lifts the gloom

 

As she dances and twirls around

her dress flowing yet so near the ground

as it rises up her long legs come into view

when the pirouette she tries to do

 

Up on tiptoe she glides around

the audience making no sign of sound

breathtaking maneuvers she makes at will

the scenery behind her quiet and still

 

Pictures of an enchanted forest show

All she wants the people to know

what her dance is all about

without having to sing or shout

 

The stories simple easy to follow

as she dances in sleepy hollow

whether daytime or night time scene

she glides around the floor like she’s in a dream

 

As she skips and jumps and does her turn

young girls in the audience sit mesmerized and yearn

to be just like her a star so bright

and have that moment, a great first night

 

All that training, all that work

never a moment to rest or shirk

if to be that shining star on the stage

you need to start dancing at an early age

 

So much dedication and the heart

to make it through from the very start

the sacrifices’ that she has made

to be at the top, where she has stayed

 

And as she moves with delicate ease

the only sound a muffled sneeze

to see this artiste in full bloom

as she captivates everyone’s heart in the room

 

Shangri-La

A Mythical place so far away

That legend has tempted us with for years

So sublime and tranquil

Kissed only by a Rainbows tears

Where Angels roam so freely

And Doves fly through the bright blue sky

Where the Trees and Flowers whisper your name

How do they know both you and I

A peaceful place where love abounds

No hatred can you find there

Where people roam and wander

With nary a single care

Sweet bouquets wisp through the still night air

The Moon a distant night-time glow

Where time is an immemorial fact

The days and nights pass swiftly by

Like paradise in fact

We all search for Shangri-La

It is here with us on earth

Its love and happiness, by another name

So make the most of what its worth 

True peace on earth can certainly be found

When you meet that someone with whom, love takes a hold

Shangri-La exists deep inside your heart

A rarity low and to behold

 

Evening Time Approaches

The night becomes dimmer through the trees

Which gently sway in the night time breeze

The disappearing Sun glows gently in the distance

The afterglow meeting little resistance

As shadows start to form at will

Everything around becomes quiet and still

Tree branches make an eerie sight

As daytime now switches to become night

Shadows form like monsters in a story book

And clouds now darken, a dismal look

 

Mist gathers gently on the ground

The night makes nary an earthly sound

All quiet and still amongst a gentle wind

Oh how we long for nighttime to rescind

Bring back daylight, sunshine and all

As we awaken to natures call

Oh to hear the birds call at dawn

As they awaken early morn.

 

Lolly was a Leprechaun

Who lived inside a Tree

A joy little fellow

As happy as could be

He loved a little fairy maiden

Who was called Penelope

And every day he used to watch

Her swimming in the river wild and free

And she used to flap her tiny wings

And fly around the place

In and out of the bushes

With such style and grace

The Blues and Greens mixed in her wings

Shone so spectacularly, and with ease

And the little Red and Blue dress she wore

Would rustle wildly in the breeze

But she rarely noticed Lolly

For he was not her type at all

She was in love with Peter pan

And ran at his every call

So lolly became miserable

And down in the dumps was he

And started staying in his hideout

Beneath the old Oak tree

 

 

 

But the fairy Godmother noticed

What was taking place down by the Pond

And tried to get Lolly to venture out

Down past the old Mill and far beyond

To find another Fairy

Who would love him in return

For he had so much feeling deep inside

And for Penelope he did yearn

As he sat upon a Mushroom

In a leafy glade in Butterfly Wood

He saw another little Fairy

So pretty and looked so good

Her found out her name was Mary

She had a captivating smile

And she was smitten with lolly’s bright blue eyes

So they began courting for a while

Now Lolly was a happy little Leprechaun again

Now true love had come his way

He would sing and dance the whole day through

Since Mary had come his way

The moral of this little tale

Never give up on happiness it may not be far away

It may be just around the corner, down by the stream

Who are we to say

Poems of everyday life

Our new poems delve into the heart of daily existence, capturing moments and feelings that are familiar to us all. From the mundane to the magnificent, each verse is a window into the simple yet profound experiences that shape our lives. These are words that celebrate the ordinary, transforming it into something extraordinary for readers across all walks of life.

Journeys into memory

Some of our newest creations are inspired by the rich tapestry of memories. We explore the echoes of the past, the nostalgia of bygone days, and the lessons learned from experiences that have left their mark. These poems are designed to evoke your own cherished recollections, creating a shared space for reflection and appreciation.

Short stories in verse

What makes this collection truly unique is our approach to storytelling. Many of these poems unfold like miniature narratives, weaving together characters, settings, and emotions into compelling short stories told in verse. We believe this distinctive style makes them accessible and enjoyable for everyone, inviting you to lose yourself in their literary charm.

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