Best Owen Poems
The Last Laugh the Poets Pluck Wilfred OwenTo sing an anthem for doomed youth.
Why did I believe the clergy's untruth
and the politicians who I voted for in a polling booth.
and know i will pay the price in karma's toll booth.
Governments don't worry with arms and the boy.
or the death of...
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Categories:
owen, war,
Form:
Quatrain
Owen BurkeOwen is Welsh as he comes from Rhuddian,
Lives there but trains in Stoke Mandeville,
In Buckinghamshire, the Aylesbury stadium:
He was born on 30 November 1975, will.
In December 2012 after the Paras, London,
He went to a ParalympicsGB Sports Fest,
Where he discovered that his...
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Categories:
owen, sports, strength,
Form:
Quatrain
The Poets Pluck Wilfred OwenDulce et decorum est,
or total hell on Earths past
oh world of many worlds,
how long will this one last,
Wild with all regrets,
though needs dictate
spells of incantations,
realisation of my fate,
The young soldier
with a date to respect
Six o'clock at princes street
his body ready to dissect,
I saw his round...
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Categories:
owen, courage, death, world war
Form:
Quatrain
Ode To Owen Beal (True Story)Maybe some fifty years back, give or take nine or ten
In a one horse town, Owen was the burro
For many a year he rode with the wild bunch, that he did
Never could get enough whiskey wisdom for old Owen
Even got some schoolin in Old Mexico
Most...
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Categories:
owen, cowboy-westernold, old,
Form:
Emagi Owen FutilityWilfred Owem 'FUTILITY'
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Categories:
owen, poems,
Form:
Shape
Red, Owen V JeremyThe colour of my party's flag
that flutters in the wind.
The colour of my cheeks,listening to Owen on the radio.
And to see Owen on the tele, like a red rag to a bull.
What we need is Corbyn, oh what a red letter day !
We...
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Categories:
owen, fun,
Form:
Free verse
In Memory of James Owen SullivanHe's gone.
Death has stolen him
Where has he been hidden?
I search and search
But cannot find him
It won't be the same without him!
What have you done, death?
You've taken the wrong person!
Take me instead, and spare him
For everyone needs him more than me
Pry his drumsticks from my dead...
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Categories:
owen, death, life, loss, musicme,
Form:
Letter To OwenDear Owen,
It's been a long time, I know,
and I wanted to ask what you're up to,
to see how you're doing,
to see if you're going on with your life like the rest of us,
I wanted to ask about your sister, too,
is she happy and well?
I trust...
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Categories:
owen, friendship, natural disasters, people,
Form:
Free verse
Clerihew OwenGeorge Emslie Owen
a WWIi artist back then
A Scot from Stirlingshire
his brush was there for hire...
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Categories:
owen, art, people,
Form:
Clerihew
Clerihew Owen WPoet Wilfred Owen won an MC
dying in France to make it free
Creator of 'near-rhyme'
helping verse in English 'chime'...
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Categories:
owen, people, poetry,
Form:
Clerihew
Poems About Poets IiPoems about Poets
Elemental
by Michael R. Burch
for and after Dylan Thomas
The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil—
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes—dense soil,
dark images impacted, rooted clay.
The poet sees the sea but feels its meaning—
the teeming brine, the mirrored oval flame
that...
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Categories:
owen, art, inspiration, muse, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme