Anniversary poems. Our anniversary poems collection was originally set up with wedding anniversaries in mind but poets have also added other types of anniversary poems, so now the section includes poems remembering the anniversary of other historical anniversaries as well as wedding anniversary poems.
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-02-27 11:39:26
Titanic Remembered 1912 – 2012
The Voyage
Lay still Majestic Lady, in your slumber beneath the deep
Hold close those there with you, as they sleep their eternal sleep
Many long years have now passed since you graced these shores and isles
When many hearts went with you, full of tears, hopes and smiles
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-06-08 07:28:00
It was a frantic day, the 31st of March,
A century ago, in 1909;
The Harland & Wolff shipyard, in Ireland’s Belfast,
Began a construction, working to a strict dead-line.
The first steel was laid, on a massive scale,
And over two years, a ship was born;
And on 31st of May, in 1911
The hull was launched, one misty dawn.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-05-03 14:01:58
On Veterans day we honour all
Each gave their best enduring call
God bless each one for being there
All our servicemen did their share.
Soldiers young and soldiers old
Fought the war brave and bold
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-04-14 07:15:36
A dry, cool morning, with a welcoming breeze;
Across the South, slumbering bodies rise.
Sunday morning in April, and with trepidation
They stretch, and wipe sleep from their eyes.
An early start beckons, for a trip to the City,
Crowds gather in clusters, in the parks of London;
As the minutes pass, they strip off their clothes,
And prepare their bodies, for the annual run.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-03-22 13:03:27
It’s ten years since Bin Laden,
In his message to the Western World, sent a
Couple of hijacked, passenger planes,
Crashing into the World Trade Centre.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-03-22 07:33:02
Black and white films, of years gone by
Show children gathered, at a railway station;
Steam belching from the waiting engine,
As parents kissed good-bye, to the young generation.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-03-17 13:06:26
Every word spoken, in that accent broad,
As cutting, as a well honed sword;
Every plectrum strum, on twanging string,
Nasal messages, this well versed man did sing.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-03-16 07:51:27
A Roman soldier, lost his head,
For not ditching his Christian beliefs, it is said.
Though, legend sounds better, when a man called George
Went out one day, with his trusty sword.
He wandered from home, far and wide,
Across the English countryside;
Meeting people, and making new friends,
His gentlemanly conduct, knew no ends.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-03-16 07:29:56
On the 15th of April, in Eighty Nine,
A match was to be played, in the spring sunshine.
Sheffield Wednesday’s ground, was the F.A.Cup venue.
A Liverpool: Notts. Forest Semi-Final, was on the menu.
With all tickets sold, the 24,000 crowd
Waved their scarves, and sang out, deafeningly loud.
This was surely a players dream,
As the managers stood in front of their teams.
Submitted by Dick on 2011-01-25 20:05:36
The years have gone, I know not where,
We’ve lived through laughter and through pain.
We’ve shared life’s tapestry of love,
And I would live it all again.
There have been times of joy unbound,
When we have shared the things we’ve found.
We’ve grown together as we’ve learned,
And revelled both in every sound.
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