my poems
By queen beatle
This contains every single poem I write, good or bad.
Most of them are bad anyway!
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A plea for help
This is a plea for help. It may not sound like it, but it is. I'm not very good at sounding desperate.
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Coffin thoughts
I sometimes imagine my funeral The grey sky filled with crows...
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Colour
Red - crimson scarlet blood velvety fiery cherry strawberry Orange - Streetlight Candles Autumn Yellow - Lemon
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Hayfever
To welcome the summer.
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Fog
Very short - only 3 lines. The fog came...
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The desert in my head
My mind is a desert A barren wasteland Parched and empty of thought Except for a lonely idea Flashes through and disappears again Tumbleweed in the distance. Occasionally a thought appears
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Trap
Not the best poem I've written - inspired by my objection to rat/mouse traps and the supposedly "humane" disposal of rodents.
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Of Slugs and Snails
Bit of an odd one.
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Campfire
A pocket-sized elegy for driftwood.
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The Salmon of Doubt
The ranting winds that bucket us With stinging salt lashes on skin And screaming frozen harpy-ridden fury Will soon be kitten-soft and sighing. Jaw-...
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shoestonefall
the stone-in-shoe rattle as he hurtles down grates on him beyond thought or reason no thought to his bloody tongue tip clenched in eyes-white teeth...
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Orbit
And here, at last; the creeping mist wall Grows milk-white clammy in the trees To soften out the battering rain That punches down plump on cat and...
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Cornwall
For my grandmother, underneath her apple tree.
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Overgraduate
In amongst the browning pears And teabags drowned in colonies Of mugs, I make my nest Muffling the mordant sun The kindly hum of giants' music Slows...
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Spring in a Country Graveyard
Even as the ancient patterns Chiselled into rock remind us always Of the end to every song, The vast cacophonies of life Ignore the dirge and drown...
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Intra-Venus
The aeroplane he hears that skirts the valley every night with mirror-masked identity and motive shrouded out each time provokes a twinge, the...
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Too Much Everything
There's too much everything out there today. Even through the windows I feel it. A dim rising murmur of this-and-that-and-this-again Pillowing the...
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Death: A Mouth
This memory's as thick As all the blankets You entrapped me in To pepper up your words You wrapped and drowned me As I blazed away each letter To the...
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In the Shadows
At the death of every day that peacocks glorious and bold commands the world to pay attention to the screaming dull importance of its waves of torrid...
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The Things We Can't Hold Onto While We're Moving
Slack, drum, safe A slicked down lizard's floating space The trudging sunken hammer face Platoons the warm abyss Cold, red, white From nothing grown...
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June: a yellow woman
June: a yellow woman Wraps in rapid rabbit leaves Her bald daughter frail as meat, As soft and poison-wet In life as pondweed. To cure some vast...
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Making a Meal
Coffee cup in tow, The cold becomes you. Cradled soft in hot hands, You are my pigeon: Cooing as I eat you Chunk by feathery chunk, Gnaw your rafters...
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Moleheart
Watching you work, I realise You move like a field: Cotton skirts swaying, Running hands over gossamer dew. Aboveground, you're all petty birds and...
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Rat
Rats cheer me up; hence, a tiny poem.
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Your House Creaks
Your house creaks As it settles On the seabed Like a petal Tickle slippers In the larder Cough a poppy Piggy parlour Clicking lock Plucking rhythms...
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A Cat
A cat in the dark Cheek pressed to vanishing glass I might be a fish.
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The Lost Days of a Limpet
You were born a silent egg A stubborn little shell Sucking tight the window to the world. Now, in nests of newspaper And seconds ticking through the...
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Half Stuck Home
To stay any longer Would feel like defeat. A backstep, a misfire A misstep; a slackwire Trailing between two cans And then just one. These streets...
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Prime Ape
I'm the smartest of the primates Small hard-handed ape Grasping for a sense of space, A rock, a meadow, a warm hole And roasted meat before I sleep...
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