Poems Inspired by Arthur Rimbaud
#ArthurRimbaud
Poems inspired by Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in poems and letters by Arthur Rimbaud. Along with poems about Rimbaud himself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 2:42pm
31st Oct 2019 2:42pm
A Warrant of Crows
(while considering “The Drunken Boat” by Jean Nicholas Arthur Rimbaud)
In first ray’s light, the empty crows descend,
Black beaks that tear apart the road’s edge death,
Urine caressed, the end of tony night,
Reflecting steams of neon sputters end.
How graceful silks arise above the blood.
How leather’s polished gaze in gentile steps,
From stone to stone, avoids the gentile muck,
The gentile eyes that never find its flood.
The white plates’ stack, the grace of black hat...
In first ray’s light, the empty crows descend,
Black beaks that tear apart the road’s edge death,
Urine caressed, the end of tony night,
Reflecting steams of neon sputters end.
How graceful silks arise above the blood.
How leather’s polished gaze in gentile steps,
From stone to stone, avoids the gentile muck,
The gentile eyes that never find its flood.
The white plates’ stack, the grace of black hat...
#ArthurRimbaud
1072 reads
7 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Bumped 15th Nov 2018 7:33pm
10th Sep 2018 7:06pm
10th Sep 2018 7:06pm
OPENING THE DOOR
Unpredictable
Winds tossing a tin can boat
On a restless sea:
You have aroused me
I am opening the door
To your banshee screams
Winds tossing a tin can boat
On a restless sea:
You have aroused me
I am opening the door
To your banshee screams
#relationships
#ArthurRimbaud
545 reads
4 Comments
AdamW
Poem Published
27th Sep 2018 10:25am
27th Sep 2018 10:25am
7/4
Is the gulf so wide
we can no longer see straight and far ahead?
However great a part of humanity:
apart is not nearly enough.
When reason borders on unreasonable
where do you draw the line?
Conquest confounds poetry
in the soul, a trophy never enough.
As efforts to camouflage the obvious
spiral into loveless isolation.
Antennae -sunbeams- pierce armoured skies:
beyond the pale is far enough.
we can no longer see straight and far ahead?
However great a part of humanity:
apart is not nearly enough.
When reason borders on unreasonable
where do you draw the line?
Conquest confounds poetry
in the soul, a trophy never enough.
As efforts to camouflage the obvious
spiral into loveless isolation.
Antennae -sunbeams- pierce armoured skies:
beyond the pale is far enough.
#politics
#HumanRights
#culture #ArthurRimbaud
#culture #ArthurRimbaud
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2 Comments
Taurus385
Poem Published
25th Sep 2018 8:37pm
25th Sep 2018 8:37pm
A Call to Flames
I saw them marching on the walls
at birth
Black fingers of a hearth
hidden from me
Greek minds told us this
What bliss
we find
in ignorance
is so much sculpted byproduct
of that which we strain to touch
I walked streets awash
in cold white fire
from a merciless eye
no mercy for heroes
the good
the obedient
be damned
Learning lessons
taught by concrete hands
and asphalt minds
that never see their own erosion
We’re all just shadows
cast by a fire we can never see ...
at birth
Black fingers of a hearth
hidden from me
Greek minds told us this
What bliss
we find
in ignorance
is so much sculpted byproduct
of that which we strain to touch
I walked streets awash
in cold white fire
from a merciless eye
no mercy for heroes
the good
the obedient
be damned
Learning lessons
taught by concrete hands
and asphalt minds
that never see their own erosion
We’re all just shadows
cast by a fire we can never see ...
#fate
#ArthurRimbaud
681 reads
9 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2018 6:08pm
23rd Sep 2018 6:08pm
The Show Must Go On
The elites of this world play a devious game
Stealing history’s truth for their self-serving aims
As the curtain goes up and their actors appear
Their deception’s effect leaves our minds steeped in fear
We’ve been taught to believe in our system of rule
With no comprehension it’s merely their tool
To distract us away from the battles they wage
The truth of our world is a theater stage!
Now the curtains grow threadbare, with light showing through
Exposing a few of the lies that they spew
But the actors can draw our attention away
By...
Stealing history’s truth for their self-serving aims
As the curtain goes up and their actors appear
Their deception’s effect leaves our minds steeped in fear
We’ve been taught to believe in our system of rule
With no comprehension it’s merely their tool
To distract us away from the battles they wage
The truth of our world is a theater stage!
Now the curtains grow threadbare, with light showing through
Exposing a few of the lies that they spew
But the actors can draw our attention away
By...
#politics
#TruthOfLife
#ArthurRimbaud
712 reads
13 Comments
KGERICD
Poem Published
21st Sep 2018 4:28am
21st Sep 2018 4:28am
pencil
your like pencil
you write some good things
and sometimes bad
you can erase it
but you always leave
a stain
a mark of your mistake
that you cannot correct
you write some good things
and sometimes bad
you can erase it
but you always leave
a stain
a mark of your mistake
that you cannot correct
#regret
#dark
#ArthurRimbaud
669 reads
2 Comments
Oshinome
Poem Published
16th Sep 2018 5:45am
16th Sep 2018 5:45am
Silent Crowds
All along the aging shore,
as that wild Pontchartrain shimmers below my feet,
The vision of a thousand eyes on that sunset,
these crashing waves,
these hands.
Do you remember that time she wrapped herself in curtains?
And then I said to you that I am
whatever may be
shining out from deep beneath,
Beneath every layer there,
In there,
from within the heart of her quiet light.
In the precious dance of her Spanish moss,
her sigh,
and her face as it...
as that wild Pontchartrain shimmers below my feet,
The vision of a thousand eyes on that sunset,
these crashing waves,
these hands.
Do you remember that time she wrapped herself in curtains?
And then I said to you that I am
whatever may be
shining out from deep beneath,
Beneath every layer there,
In there,
from within the heart of her quiet light.
In the precious dance of her Spanish moss,
her sigh,
and her face as it...
#identity
#nature
#God #ArthurRimbaud
#God #ArthurRimbaud
685 reads
5 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
9th Sep 2018 4:09am
9th Sep 2018 4:09am
A Bard Rimbaudian
The Language Of Whores And Common Men
Transcending The Religious Sanctity Of The Elite
Raises The Clay Of Earth Into Spires Like Unto Gaudi
Abominations And Rejections Of Words Accepted
As The Architecture Of Rigid Structure Of The Mind
And The Stricture Of The Evolution Of Consciousness ;
The Graveyards Of Linguistics Filled With Dead Poets
And Skeletal Semantics , Versus Operatic Immorality
Immortality As Passion's Play And Penultimate Perversity
The Awakening Of A Fallen Angel To His...
Transcending The Religious Sanctity Of The Elite
Raises The Clay Of Earth Into Spires Like Unto Gaudi
Abominations And Rejections Of Words Accepted
As The Architecture Of Rigid Structure Of The Mind
And The Stricture Of The Evolution Of Consciousness ;
The Graveyards Of Linguistics Filled With Dead Poets
And Skeletal Semantics , Versus Operatic Immorality
Immortality As Passion's Play And Penultimate Perversity
The Awakening Of A Fallen Angel To His...
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical #ArthurRimbaud
#philosophical #ArthurRimbaud
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
5th Sep 2018 12:25pm
5th Sep 2018 12:25pm
A Life In The Day Of An Also-Ran
In an ageing morning
a larger life unlived
they took a graded turning
and set the boat adrift
then dozing on the shore-line
merely basked and bathed
to cover up the insult
that seasoned all the rage
but scorpions, remaining true
who knew this route so well
were not disturbed at all, you know,
by private little hells
the tide came in still resolute
and so the dance began …
a billion people, then some more
the ones who also ran.
a larger life unlived
they took a graded turning
and set the boat adrift
then dozing on the shore-line
merely basked and bathed
to cover up the insult
that seasoned all the rage
but scorpions, remaining true
who knew this route so well
were not disturbed at all, you know,
by private little hells
the tide came in still resolute
and so the dance began …
a billion people, then some more
the ones who also ran.
#anxiety
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#ArthurRimbaud
#TruthOfLife
742 reads
4 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2018 11:32pm
3rd Sep 2018 11:32pm
My Maserati
Exactly nineteen years ago
on my eighteenth birthday
my best friend ever
gave me a Maserati
I didn't quite know
what exact car type
but after a big auto show
what stood out from the hype
was one Maserati
Seeing my needs and my heart
Loving the quirks to my soul
unlocked by automobile art
So on my thirty-seventh
where do you think I'd be?
In the garage
with my Maserati
With the best gift
ever given to me
on my eighteenth birthday
my best friend ever
gave me a Maserati
I didn't quite know
what exact car type
but after a big auto show
what stood out from the hype
was one Maserati
Seeing my needs and my heart
Loving the quirks to my soul
unlocked by automobile art
So on my thirty-seventh
where do you think I'd be?
In the garage
with my Maserati
With the best gift
ever given to me
#romantic
#cars
#metaphor #ArthurRimbaud
#metaphor #ArthurRimbaud
557 reads
8 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2018 2:38pm
2nd Sep 2018 2:38pm
Days of Umbrage
How odd the pattern spreads,
Dead leaves caught gold.
In summer swelter’s pique,
Dead winter’s cold.
The childish laughs in wind,
Broken swings and dogs,
How deep the spirit’s pass
In ghost-breath fogs.
Beneath the canopies,
Gains evening shade.
Beneath, the mind, the heart,
Their plans dis-made.
In days of umbrage known,
How sweet the taste,
Of summer’s fruit betrayed,
Love laid to waste.
(um·brage – [archaic] - shade or shadow, especially as...
Dead leaves caught gold.
In summer swelter’s pique,
Dead winter’s cold.
The childish laughs in wind,
Broken swings and dogs,
How deep the spirit’s pass
In ghost-breath fogs.
Beneath the canopies,
Gains evening shade.
Beneath, the mind, the heart,
Their plans dis-made.
In days of umbrage known,
How sweet the taste,
Of summer’s fruit betrayed,
Love laid to waste.
(um·brage – [archaic] - shade or shadow, especially as...
#death
#birthday
#aging #ArthurRimbaud
#aging #ArthurRimbaud
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2 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
1st Sep 2018 5:58pm
1st Sep 2018 5:58pm
In the Time of Fires
The three Furies never kept me guessing;
The seasons, whither, when or why.
Every year, the protocols of dressing:
Always the same place, the same time.
The almanac predictions you’d swear by,
The ice age that nobody felt.
We knew the sun had gone cold in the sky,
Then one day things started to melt.
And although the seas rose ever higher,
The floods and the runoffs, but worse.
One day came an ominous town cryer
Who speaks of a harbinger thirst.
To write the unspoken is...
The seasons, whither, when or why.
Every year, the protocols of dressing:
Always the same place, the same time.
The almanac predictions you’d swear by,
The ice age that nobody felt.
We knew the sun had gone cold in the sky,
Then one day things started to melt.
And although the seas rose ever higher,
The floods and the runoffs, but worse.
One day came an ominous town cryer
Who speaks of a harbinger thirst.
To write the unspoken is...
#identity
#fire
#hell
#ArthurRimbaud
#humankind
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29 Comments
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