Poems Inspired by Carol Ann Duffy
#CarolAnnDuffy
Poems inspired by the British poet and playwright Carol Ann Duffy. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in the work of Carol Ann Duffy. Along with poems about Duffy herself, including praise, criticism and tributes.
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
1st Apr 2020 6:44pm
1st Apr 2020 6:44pm
Warming Her Pearls (A Pearl Moon))
Your love was a pearl
never to be found.
In its shell, the heart of everything
is never fully round.
The full moon was a pearl
of yours, of mine,
of worlds shared in sleep.
You were a secret I'd always keep:
Mistress, watching over me;
white wings, white shoulders,
still as solemn passions
running deep.
The world and I do
covet you, beautiful she;
milky and full, her love
burning away the aches I keep.
Slow and steady,
persistent and deep;
My longing for her
runs on in my...
never to be found.
In its shell, the heart of everything
is never fully round.
The full moon was a pearl
of yours, of mine,
of worlds shared in sleep.
You were a secret I'd always keep:
Mistress, watching over me;
white wings, white shoulders,
still as solemn passions
running deep.
The world and I do
covet you, beautiful she;
milky and full, her love
burning away the aches I keep.
Slow and steady,
persistent and deep;
My longing for her
runs on in my...
#love
#moon
#angels
#CarolAnnDuffy
#NaPoWriMo2020
675 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
Photographs, Memories and Smiles
I heard back in the day you didn’t want to school
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
#women
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#CarolAnnDuffy
615 reads
6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 2:51am
27th Mar 2020 2:51am
Queen Kong (Queen Of Hearts)
She slept in a deck of cards
whilst all the world buzzed
and people seeked her and dreamed
of stroking her; a magician.
Yet she was plain and bare as
a naked heart, and surrounded by suitors;
spades, aces, jokers, clubs, diamonds,
rough and ready to play her,
stacking themselves up to her
demeure flatness.
The world already knew her tale,
knew how to roll a coin, some dice
to conjure her, a spin of a wheel;
but no gamble was made on the queen,
she was a sure...
whilst all the world buzzed
and people seeked her and dreamed
of stroking her; a magician.
Yet she was plain and bare as
a naked heart, and surrounded by suitors;
spades, aces, jokers, clubs, diamonds,
rough and ready to play her,
stacking themselves up to her
demeure flatness.
The world already knew her tale,
knew how to roll a coin, some dice
to conjure her, a spin of a wheel;
but no gamble was made on the queen,
she was a sure...
#women
#feminism
#CarolAnnDuffy
600 reads
6 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
10th Mar 2020 11:01pm
10th Mar 2020 11:01pm
Story Poem, Nr.22 — Mrs Noah
It was an old story that was no longer true ... Truth can go out of stories, you know. What was true becomes meaningless, even a lie, because the truth has gone into another story. The water of the spring rises in another place”. (Ursula K. Le Guin)
“He was never so happy as when he had a project:
but this — an ark? And a bloody big one too.
I mean, work-shops, wood-stores, animal shelters — fair enough
but a bloomin’ great ark?
Though I’ve got to hand it to him
at nearly 600 years old he’d lost none of his DIY...
“He was never so happy as when he had a project:
but this — an ark? And a bloody big one too.
I mean, work-shops, wood-stores, animal shelters — fair enough
but a bloomin’ great ark?
Though I’ve got to hand it to him
at nearly 600 years old he’d lost none of his DIY...
#relationships
#religion
#historical #CarolAnnDuffy
#historical #CarolAnnDuffy
1353 reads
20 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
5th Mar 2020 9:08am
5th Mar 2020 9:08am
As it comes
i am your reflected blusher, your hues
my pallette, each stroke bristles
icing sugar, none touched sweeter skin
dark outlines drawn, and crescent brows
the inside outside face, blacks and browns
but not disguise, just coke: smudged fire from lips
their tender burn, the tongue into a velvet urn
a carpetbagger searching roaming
and wisp's of hair your curtain's hung
take you, as it comes
Carol Ann Duffy poem (Whatever)
my pallette, each stroke bristles
icing sugar, none touched sweeter skin
dark outlines drawn, and crescent brows
the inside outside face, blacks and browns
but not disguise, just coke: smudged fire from lips
their tender burn, the tongue into a velvet urn
a carpetbagger searching roaming
and wisp's of hair your curtain's hung
take you, as it comes
Carol Ann Duffy poem (Whatever)
#ILoveYou
#CarolAnnDuffy
450 reads
4 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
4th Mar 2020 3:49pm
4th Mar 2020 3:49pm
Homecoming
( after Carol Ann Duffy)
Comfortable:
Morning drip-dries;
shadows cast
as you sleep in.
The old ways are still best;
fresh laundry hanging.
Sounds of creaking
and squeaking
throughout the house;
still I know which is you
from that of a mouse.
Weather reports;
our two dogs
at the screen door;
it’s begun to rain birds
from a candy store.
They move outside,
the...
Comfortable:
Morning drip-dries;
shadows cast
as you sleep in.
The old ways are still best;
fresh laundry hanging.
Sounds of creaking
and squeaking
throughout the house;
still I know which is you
from that of a mouse.
Weather reports;
our two dogs
at the screen door;
it’s begun to rain birds
from a candy store.
They move outside,
the...
#love
#relationships
#CarolAnnDuffy
730 reads
13 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2020 6:59am
2nd Mar 2020 6:59am
She Called Me "Super Girl"
Her coffee in my hand, I arrive with ten
minutes to spare, flown in so fast
I had to rebrush my hair, before setting glasses
upon my nose to disguise my face
All she saw was a reliable cup of coffee
and the paper with me on it, holding
a plane, barely able to manage the first
yet she declared me "Super Girl" without
even looking up, as in, to really see me
there, wondering at witnessing my own
naming, unknown, yet present, familiar
being now asked for my approbation
...
minutes to spare, flown in so fast
I had to rebrush my hair, before setting glasses
upon my nose to disguise my face
All she saw was a reliable cup of coffee
and the paper with me on it, holding
a plane, barely able to manage the first
yet she declared me "Super Girl" without
even looking up, as in, to really see me
there, wondering at witnessing my own
naming, unknown, yet present, familiar
being now asked for my approbation
...
#secrets
#CarolAnnDuffy
568 reads
7 Comments
samael
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2018 2:08pm
3rd Jan 2018 2:08pm
Degenerate on the dartboards missile tails; not mistletoe
Smite me unmerciful god
sexually suggestive are our tendencies
assaulting lips upon lips
like an M2 Browning
there is no sand dune cover
under ripples of scorching heat waves
for this crossfire cunt of a life we're in
sharp as the Devil herself
we'd bet the brothel we're fucking in if we could
slick sinners singing hallelujah
lust trickles from the rooftop bathing naked
girls with blue hair excite me
or blonde
or whatever you are today
our affair was never business
but still you broke...
sexually suggestive are our tendencies
assaulting lips upon lips
like an M2 Browning
there is no sand dune cover
under ripples of scorching heat waves
for this crossfire cunt of a life we're in
sharp as the Devil herself
we'd bet the brothel we're fucking in if we could
slick sinners singing hallelujah
lust trickles from the rooftop bathing naked
girls with blue hair excite me
or blonde
or whatever you are today
our affair was never business
but still you broke...
#conflict
#universe
#coffee
#travel
#CarolAnnDuffy
620 reads
10 Comments
samael
Poem Published
31st Oct 2017 2:28pm
31st Oct 2017 2:28pm
Carve it in my skin
Girl it tastes like sin
i’ll sink my teeth into you
you drip your blood on me
so close your eyes
surrender
just like the zombies play
i’ll lay you in the crypts
puncture
i feed off you
if the house is quiet
hear the floor boards squeak
pass the alcohol
slip into everything you
spread
those apples for bobbing
slip those seeds right in
we know your hills have eyes
take that knife
and chase me down the street
be my nightmares
and make them you
let the hair...
i’ll sink my teeth into you
you drip your blood on me
so close your eyes
surrender
just like the zombies play
i’ll lay you in the crypts
puncture
i feed off you
if the house is quiet
hear the floor boards squeak
pass the alcohol
slip into everything you
spread
those apples for bobbing
slip those seeds right in
we know your hills have eyes
take that knife
and chase me down the street
be my nightmares
and make them you
let the hair...
#corruption
#politics
#cars
#travel
#CarolAnnDuffy
732 reads
6 Comments
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