Get Your Premium Membership

Best Poems Written by Bea Rutherford

Below are the all-time best Bea Rutherford poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

View ALL Bea Rutherford Poems

Details | Bea Rutherford Poem

They think it's all over

We haven't won since sixty six,
oh the agony, hope and doubt
as the World Cup comes around again
and on penalties we go out.

The game we gave the world to play
belongs now to Italy, Spain and Brazil.
we visualise how we conquer them
but know we never will.

The skills we see out on the pitch
the sharp play, the balls to feet,
are not taught in academies
but in the park or on the street.

At night dreaming of football
the ball goes straight between the sticks,
each boy is England's captain
and it's nineteen sixty six

Copyright © Bea rutherford | Year Posted 2017



Details | Bea Rutherford Poem

Too late now

Looking in the mirror my eyes meet  
fine lines on my brow and crows feet,
and as I view
a wrinkle or two
emerge. I give up in defeat.

After a life time of neglect I'm aware
that no cream or potion could ever repair
too many days in the sun,
moisturising not done,
Oh aging is so unfair.



Copyright © Bea rutherford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Bea Rutherford Poem

Can you smell smoke

The sparklers crackle as they sparkle
and rockets light up the the sky
but, as the Catherine wheel is spinning,
who thinks of the guy
who took his politics to Parliament,
along with  barrels of dynamite,
was then caught then executed 
when the fuses failed to ignite.
   
No cracker jacks for Mr Fawkes, 
a  subversive type of bloke,
who when his plans were tested,
watched them go up in smoke.
so as you munch on hot chestnuts,
please recall his fate 
and light the  touch paper 
of your own views before it's too late. 
11/05/16

Copyright © Bea rutherford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Bea Rutherford Poem

Past speaks to present

When I first saw you today
I thought a million things to say.
How pretty you are, your smile so sweet
your manner of dress demure and neat.	
You seemed ageless, shy not coy
Like the girls I admired when I was a boy                          
                                       
                                        My life's about my need to sing
					but the dangers that can bring
					folk songs taught at my mothers knee  
					decreed my homeland should be free.
					forced into exile I had no choice
					but to give my countrymen a voice

My life was structured, all routine
No wild adventures intervene,
no chance to rebel, no cause to shout
my parents had my life mapped out.
I did well enough but now I could cry
for the adventures I let go by.
                                    
                                  	But when we talked, the world you knew
					semed to fit my point of view.
					I'm a stranger in an allien land							                but you seemed to understand								        how lost I felt and how alone
					betrayed by friends driven from my home.

How much I wish that we could have met
when I was younger but I forget 
that I had lived a life and it was done 
long before yours had begun.
But oh the opportunities I missed
and oh the girls I aught to have kissed. 
 					
                                        A single kiss then we part
					Our friendship's lost before it's start.
					a short aquaintence, incomplete
					but where else could we ever meet.
	

	       Putting down the pen the  poet said
               "you can only meet, here,in my head 

Copyright © Bea rutherford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Bea Rutherford Poem

now

I only wish it  wasn't so
but I feel the need to go,
his deceit
my defeat,
destination? I don't know.



Copyright © Bea rutherford | Year Posted 2017