Sometimes it is difficult to reply when someone asks you what your favourite poem is. Every poem is unique, every poem has different objects, voices, messages, allusions, cadences and characters. So today, as I woke up, I felt compelled to share one of my favourite poems. Which poems do you class as one of your favourites? Comments below.
Poetic Moods
20 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in English, Literature, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: books, britain, british, classic, guardian, history, literature, opinion, ozymandias, poem, poetry, post, reading, reflection, shelley
Introversion
13 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in English, Media, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: books, contemplation, guardian, literature, poem, poetry, reading, rhyme, self, verse
The man sat across me has a vacant stare
Deep and morbid and empty and bare
He shifts and glances but he cannot see
Then through narrow eyes, looks right at me
His bloodied eyes go through my soul
I imagine no heart but an empty hole
He conveys a message of dread and fear
Not encompassing, but he is all I can hear
I hear the terror emanating from his heart
He sees my turmoil like a piercing dart
I hear the pain upon his breath so foul
He sees my panic making me howl
I hear his soft cries muffled and violent
He sees my ache and stays entirely silent
Nothing remains now but that lasting decay
He will mimic all that I do until that final day
‘I know him well and he knows me too’
I look straight at him and he says ‘I’m you’.