Hemingway Poems - Poems about Hemingway

...Ernest Hemingway: live it to write about it; book is loyal friend......Read the rest...

...Avoid needless complexity Say it straight out Frost and then Hemingway Set the rules down Between meaning and verbiage The idea is king Sharpen the point The message — the thing......Read the rest...

...For Papa That monster inside us devouring the past Our memories hunted most recent to last No mercy is shown us as darkness creeps in Today and tomorrow —lost into the wind (Tribute To......Read the rest...

...Meeting a princess It was, according to the old, the coldest winter any could remember, the wise said it was because the war had disturbed the weather pattern One day, it snowed, then it got m......Read the rest...

... Pretty Molly Malone, she likes to drink alone, and wants to be the next Hemingway. Writes down every word, that she has ever heard, but never has anything to say. Well good Reverend Rob, afte......Read the rest...

...Goes a white doe, faint glimpse a wondering. Rare diaphanous prismatic heartstring, astir, the bestilled buds wake an ocean. Nascent feels Aurora's palm in motion, iridescence and redolence yon o......Read the rest...

... I am 70 years old…I spent a good deal of my life teaching students with Autism I like to think I’m as enlightened as I can be… I work in a bookstore for goodness sake… if anyone knows not to jud......Read the rest...

...Hemingway is nice big writer won Nobel Prize in Literature I really love to read Hemingway do you love to read him too?......Read the rest...

...We were accustomed to being in the military living in the barracks, having inspections and following the rules. Yet, at summer's zenith, my sweetheart and I and our two friends left behind the Ft.......Read the rest...

...In hundreds of bars If not in Casablanca his name is proudly displayed Hemingway Alcoholism made trendy......Read the rest...

...he persevered through struggle conquering his courage and compassion......Read the rest...

...we go to great lengths to win ~ and in the end find that we've won nothing......Read the rest...

... the stillborn baby, gone- then mother too; wrapped arms 'round my unborn child. ......Read the rest...

...The Artist On the terrace in the building across the road a woman is sweeping her terrace; on another terrace one the floor up, a woman is watering her plants There is an endlessness about th......Read the rest...

...Two streaks mark my week, Claw at my lungs, skies look bleak, Cast me down a viral inferno! Fahrenheit 105 but without the yellow Fever and dilemmas poison my bones Echoes of madness within th......Read the rest...