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Future-proof
how many bury tomorrow in a castle
I will make a home
in that land without a road
and if I miss some things I will forget
by degrees the way of living under
a sense of want
Poems on the topic: castle
Poems on the topic “castle” on Poets.by.
Prophesy
some far ripple shall decay
so much every day
and make an end of us
rarefy the very body of glass
bolt head cold
as an old castle
a land without reason
shall prevail
Lifestyles of the rich and famous
the fortunate lovers lay as empty
as a castle in a box
who he was she was
a pretty snare and hum
which wonder at nothing
Weltanschauung
What sort of vision is ours?
The same thing: my security
and a pint of wine.
This castle for greed.
Armistice
Twenty-five ships, and we could not
make an end of Monday.
On land, we met with castles.
Our rest was troubled.
I mourn the death of my bed.
Handy
my fear is
ready to hand
and concise
like a stone
to carry when
one travels
or a castle of ink
for the best
pit I know
Of human bondage
Alone, he is a castle keep,
still with fear:
will love find him
in a lie, saying
that it was the same outside
as with a lock and a state…
The Endgame
Pawns become queens;
Queens run all over the board
Bishops slash
Knights kick
Rooks ram …
What do I, the king do,
Helpless, bound,
At the mercy of the rest?
Alone in the crumbling castle,
I rue…
I never wanted to be the king…
mistakes
I am so very sorry
this was not meant to happen
this wonderful creation has been ruined
it's crazy how quickly things can happen
in the blink of an eye
something that has been building up over years
is destroyed completely
never to be rebuilt
the ivy leaves will grow up the walls of our castle
the old stone will turn to ruin
and overgrown plants
you and I will be new separate castles
each far away
but I will never forget the mistakes
I made in it
so I beg of you
Reynardine
If by chance you look for me
Perhaps you'll not me find,
For I'll be in my castle--
Enquire for Reynardine!
Sun and dark he courted me--
His eyes were red as wine:
He took me for his leman,
Did my sweet Reynardine.
Sun and dark the gay horn blows,
The beagles run like wind:
They know not where he harbours,
The fairy Reynardine.
If by chance you look for me
Perhaps you'll not me find,
For I'll be in my castle--
Enquire for Reynardine!
Broughty Ferry
Ancient Castle of Broughty Ferry
With walls as strong as Londonderry;
Near by the sea-shore,
Where oft is heard and has been heard the cannon's roar
In the present day and days of yore,
Loudly echoing from shore to shore.
From your impregnable ramparts high
Like the loud thunder in the sky
Enough to frighten a foreign foe away
That would dare to come up the river Tay,
To lay siege to Bonnie Dundee,
I'm sure your cannon-balls wouId make them flee--
Home again to their own land
Because your cannon shot they could not withstand,
They would soon be glad to get away
From the beautiful shores of the silvery Tay.
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