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Larkin Poems

Clerihew Larkin

To Midlander Phillip Larkin
modernity was always a sin
So influential in his time
with continuity his constant 'rime'

Categories: larkin, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew

Abide: After Aubade By Philip Larkin

Abide
by Michael R. Burch

after Philip Larkin's "Aubade"

It is hard to understand or accept mortality—
such an alien concept: not to be.
Perhaps unsettling enough to spawn religion,
or to scare mutant fish out of a primordial sea

boiling like goopy green tea in a kettle.
Perhaps a man should exhibit more mettle
than to admit such fear, denying Nirvana exists
simply because

Categories: larkin, addiction, death, depression, drink,
Form: Sonnet

Schrodinger's Larkin

They eff you up, your Mum and Dad,
At least that's what we're told,
All your Dad's genes are hand-me-downs,
Your anger, spawn of old,
It's not your fault you can't fly straight,
it's not your fault you fail.
I'll blame it on my Ma and Pa,
It's the reason I travail,
I've got no money - oh screw you Mum! - Why

Categories: larkin, death, sad,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Crumlin, of a Sunday

The rain. Unrelenting.
Cats and dogs. 
The dreary architecture of the souless
 grey-brown urban landscape 
worthy of the matchstick man fella
But. Hopeful.
The smokers hunched by the bookies,
 beside the battlecruiser. Handy. 
A cosy camaraderie with a common denominator
No judgement; but wonder or at least inquisitiveness
I envy them; I'm not of their clan
They are the self determined

Categories: larkin, art,
Form: Ballad

Larkin

Maybe the old toad was right,
There really is nothing to be said
As a magpie picks its way along
Crumbling bricks which do little to conceal
Barracks demolished without a fight.
What once was alive is now dead,
Memories echoing like the last chord of a song
Beautiful resonance before they congeal
Revealing the uncomfortable truth that
One day it will be us.
Every

Categories: larkin, places,
Form: Free verse