Owen Poems - Poems about Owen

Wilfred Owem 'FUTILITY'         \/,\/\\/       \_/,\|/,\|/_\/,_\     _\ ,/_\|/\|/_,\      /, \_\||\|/ ,_\,/       \_,\|/,|\|/_/            |          ...Read the rest...

Poet Wilfred Owen won an MC dying in France to make it free Creator of 'near-rhyme' helping verse in English 'chime'...Read the rest...

George Emslie Owen a WWIi artist back then A Scot from Stirlingshire his brush was there for hire...Read the rest...

Poems 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...Read the rest...

Dulce 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...Read the rest...

To 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...Read the rest...

Owen 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...Read the rest...

The 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...Read the rest...

He'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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

Dear 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...Read the rest...