Poems on Arthur Rimbaud Seeking Honest Critique
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whale
Poem Published
12th Dec 2017 8:24am
12th Dec 2017 8:24am
I am No' thern Sea
Tide goes out comes back
But I am no' thern Sea
I am just a stream that flows to the sea
Water that came from ice
And brought na-rud-red down
Carries bodies from the war
And careless garlands of the young
Murmurs to the sea
So much piss and shit
Brooks no laughter
Brooks that laughed at me
No I am not the emerald Sea
Not even the bracken rocks
I'm a stream and
Streams do not go back
Yanaka, from Dust Paths of Dar
Said to have been Rimbaud's lover, writing masi...
But I am no' thern Sea
I am just a stream that flows to the sea
Water that came from ice
And brought na-rud-red down
Carries bodies from the war
And careless garlands of the young
Murmurs to the sea
So much piss and shit
Brooks no laughter
Brooks that laughed at me
No I am not the emerald Sea
Not even the bracken rocks
I'm a stream and
Streams do not go back
Yanaka, from Dust Paths of Dar
Said to have been Rimbaud's lover, writing masi...
#sea
#ArthurRimbaud
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2017 00:08am
3rd Jul 2017 00:08am
sans rhythm ...
rimbaud knew
that when it leaves you
must go, too ..
that when it leaves you
must go, too ..
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boy
Poem Published
8th Feb 2015 3:34am
8th Feb 2015 3:34am
Write
I can taste the certain sadness
of Thomas' "Fern Hill,"
as the apple boughs groan and crack
& the fruit begins to wilt.
The prowess of Rimbaud, l'enfant terrible,
induces a blinding pang;
For I too am poisoned
by the Gaelic blood, the dreaded mauvais sang.
I am riddled with despair
each time I revisit Baudelaire,
And yet I find strange solace there,
where darkness laid bare.
In every poem,
a tiny truth is spun;
For every poet,
a dance with death is done.
Better now to stain...
of Thomas' "Fern Hill,"
as the apple boughs groan and crack
& the fruit begins to wilt.
The prowess of Rimbaud, l'enfant terrible,
induces a blinding pang;
For I too am poisoned
by the Gaelic blood, the dreaded mauvais sang.
I am riddled with despair
each time I revisit Baudelaire,
And yet I find strange solace there,
where darkness laid bare.
In every poem,
a tiny truth is spun;
For every poet,
a dance with death is done.
Better now to stain...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#ArthurRimbaud #PowerOfWords
#ArthurRimbaud #PowerOfWords
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IsabellaFregonese
Poem Published
27th Jan 2015 7:32am
27th Jan 2015 7:32am
TO WRITE INDEED
AN HEAVY DREAM
AFTER
AN HEAVY SUPPER I SUPPOSE:
HOLY WEED
HOLY NEED
ALL I SEE IS
AN ASTONISHING
CUP OF RAINBOW
DOWN IN THE HELL
LIKE RIMBAUD
I MEAN,NO MATTER THE SEASON:
A COLORFUL DORMANCY, DEAR HUMAN BEINGS
BOHEMIANS LIKE YOU AND LIKE ME, LISTEN:
OPEN YOUR MIND,
OPIUM OR FIGHT?
WHYSKEY OR WEEPING?
DYING OR DREAMING?
BROTHERS AND SISTERS,
WALKING ACROSS THE OCEAN
OF SHARKS AND MERMAIDS
WE'LL FIND A TREE
TRIBES OF PAGANS
AND A GOOD REASON
TO WRITE INDEED.
AFTER
AN HEAVY SUPPER I SUPPOSE:
HOLY WEED
HOLY NEED
ALL I SEE IS
AN ASTONISHING
CUP OF RAINBOW
DOWN IN THE HELL
LIKE RIMBAUD
I MEAN,NO MATTER THE SEASON:
A COLORFUL DORMANCY, DEAR HUMAN BEINGS
BOHEMIANS LIKE YOU AND LIKE ME, LISTEN:
OPEN YOUR MIND,
OPIUM OR FIGHT?
WHYSKEY OR WEEPING?
DYING OR DREAMING?
BROTHERS AND SISTERS,
WALKING ACROSS THE OCEAN
OF SHARKS AND MERMAIDS
WE'LL FIND A TREE
TRIBES OF PAGANS
AND A GOOD REASON
TO WRITE INDEED.
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #ArthurRimbaud
#MyInspiration #ArthurRimbaud
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ScottSF21
Poem Published
16th Apr 2012 12:39pm
16th Apr 2012 12:39pm
My muse has left me
Inspired by Rimbaud and baudelaire.
***
My muse has left me.
Alone,aroused and unfulfilled.
The embers of Promethean idea remain aglow.
My wrist is frustrated
with empty passion.
The brooding of unfertilised spermazoa-
potentiate and stagnate.
creation impatiently girds in my loins .
Expectations of intercourse with my muse
consume me like the worms on moist soil of dead husks
drying out and eviscerating from inside.
Listless self absorbed misery
sickly and withered
Amputated from life.
The vacuous escape of self...
#lust
#myself
#frustration #ArthurRimbaud
#frustration #ArthurRimbaud
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