Poems on Ernest Hemingway Seeking Honest Critique
#ErnestHemingway
hgnichols
Poem Published
26th Aug 2019 11:46pm
26th Aug 2019 11:46pm
Tenente in Confidence
Now that my liver is open and bleeding,
I suppose I’ve been trying to speak my discontent.
That awful word I would not spit out,
Stuck in my teeth,
Telling itself in the moaning of my muscles,
The curvature of my back slumping downward as if begging for a bed or grave.
I’ve been numbing myself at the cafe and in the kitchen,
In the mornings and evenings to ease the transition between bouts of sleep,
Pores telling tales in the stink.
Every binge an unsayable frustration,
A dwindling summer spent bedridden
Catherine Barkley at bedside...
I suppose I’ve been trying to speak my discontent.
That awful word I would not spit out,
Stuck in my teeth,
Telling itself in the moaning of my muscles,
The curvature of my back slumping downward as if begging for a bed or grave.
I’ve been numbing myself at the cafe and in the kitchen,
In the mornings and evenings to ease the transition between bouts of sleep,
Pores telling tales in the stink.
Every binge an unsayable frustration,
A dwindling summer spent bedridden
Catherine Barkley at bedside...
#love
#alcohol
#books #ErnestHemingway
#books #ErnestHemingway
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5 Comments
hamidmoghaddasi
Poem Published
26th Sep 2017 7:13pm
26th Sep 2017 7:13pm
My little poetry boat
Dedicated to Quin Overman
(WOLFSPIRIT)
my wonderful poet-friend
for his kind and ocean-like heart
With a few simple words wood
using slightly talents and skills
I've made and thrown
a small boat eagerly
into the vast ocean
the ocean of the English literature
Without any fear and worry
Me as a mystic lover
Without care about the cruel world
attacked the heart of the ocean
Free and self-determining
I was alone totally
at the heart of the wavy ocean
for the days and...
(WOLFSPIRIT)
my wonderful poet-friend
for his kind and ocean-like heart
With a few simple words wood
using slightly talents and skills
I've made and thrown
a small boat eagerly
into the vast ocean
the ocean of the English literature
Without any fear and worry
Me as a mystic lover
Without care about the cruel world
attacked the heart of the ocean
Free and self-determining
I was alone totally
at the heart of the wavy ocean
for the days and...
#sea
#LifeAsAWriter
#freedom
#ErnestHemingway
#courage
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AtoMikbomb
Poem Published
30th Aug 2017 11:08am
30th Aug 2017 11:08am
Freight And Unafraid
Rails laddered lateral
Parallel
Spans of measured meters - repeat
In ramparts undergirding - tracking dreams
And their iron accounts tell
They tell
Transient transcendences
In boxcar Bethels
Fancies followed by ferrous paramours
Of world
Of others - away
Of ventures vain
Or distant claim
Dens for vagrants bare of foot
Shod in denim and soot
Burrs on pant legs clinging
Swinging with the sway of savior trains
Wagers to wander bet on tracks
Wistful wonders...
Parallel
Spans of measured meters - repeat
In ramparts undergirding - tracking dreams
And their iron accounts tell
They tell
Transient transcendences
In boxcar Bethels
Fancies followed by ferrous paramours
Of world
Of others - away
Of ventures vain
Or distant claim
Dens for vagrants bare of foot
Shod in denim and soot
Burrs on pant legs clinging
Swinging with the sway of savior trains
Wagers to wander bet on tracks
Wistful wonders...
#ErnestHemingway
#LifeAsAWriter
#travel
#greed
#historical
607 reads
3 Comments
JohnFeddeler
Poem Published
28th May 2017 5:04am
28th May 2017 5:04am
Dolina ('maison' girl)
a man can get so drunk, he can’t spell his own name,
yet he can hunch over his table in a saloon, pull a blue pen from his
coat pocket, secure a ruled page from the serving girl that she ripped
out of a ledger, & compose the most beautiful, heart-broken poem.
let the whiskey spill & the tears fall where they may.
in the trenches of a bullet-scathed nightmare, I fire my weapon through
the fear in my eyes, Bogart & Hemingway at my flanks. when the enemy
rifles have gone silent, we rise from the pits like forlorn shadows & ...
yet he can hunch over his table in a saloon, pull a blue pen from his
coat pocket, secure a ruled page from the serving girl that she ripped
out of a ledger, & compose the most beautiful, heart-broken poem.
let the whiskey spill & the tears fall where they may.
in the trenches of a bullet-scathed nightmare, I fire my weapon through
the fear in my eyes, Bogart & Hemingway at my flanks. when the enemy
rifles have gone silent, we rise from the pits like forlorn shadows & ...
#war
#alcohol
#lover #ErnestHemingway
#lover #ErnestHemingway
1456 reads
9 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Apr 2016 2:21am
14th Apr 2016 2:21am
literary discussions in a cafe by the thames...
Hemingway, he said,
but then he would -
and anyway, she said,
he weren't no good...
but then he would -
and anyway, she said,
he weren't no good...
#ErnestHemingway
686 reads
10 Comments
case28
Poem Published
26th Aug 2015 2:50pm
26th Aug 2015 2:50pm
crimson deep
the sea is viscous
pulsating phosphorescence
ripples amongst the calm wreck
of night
mort is
metallic brine
churning fear inside his guts
intermittent terror
reveals what follows the moonlight
when it tears through the clouds
drowning boys who cry
for being eaten alive
the old man imagines the monster
lurking twenty fathoms below
waiting for its prey
to gambol on a crimson moon
This poem was written...
pulsating phosphorescence
ripples amongst the calm wreck
of night
mort is
metallic brine
churning fear inside his guts
intermittent terror
reveals what follows the moonlight
when it tears through the clouds
drowning boys who cry
for being eaten alive
the old man imagines the monster
lurking twenty fathoms below
waiting for its prey
to gambol on a crimson moon
This poem was written...
#dark
#sea
#monsters #ErnestHemingway
#monsters #ErnestHemingway
985 reads
11 Comments
moose17
tay mmm
tay mmm
Poem Published
10th Dec 2014 4:57pm
10th Dec 2014 4:57pm
Waiting for the end to begin
It seems everything
comes back to me in waves.
I feel too much,
see too much,
hear too much.
My mind never stops.
I'll never be enough.
I notice infinity encroaching,
being so far and impossible,
yet so meaningless.
It makes me unnecessarily
nervous about the end.
Wherever it would end.
Math never made sense,
but I think I understand
that everything exists
to be converted
into numbers and calculations.
Maybe.
Infinity is strange and stupid:
a boundless...
comes back to me in waves.
I feel too much,
see too much,
hear too much.
My mind never stops.
I'll never be enough.
I notice infinity encroaching,
being so far and impossible,
yet so meaningless.
It makes me unnecessarily
nervous about the end.
Wherever it would end.
Math never made sense,
but I think I understand
that everything exists
to be converted
into numbers and calculations.
Maybe.
Infinity is strange and stupid:
a boundless...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#ErnestHemingway #anxiety
#ErnestHemingway #anxiety
730 reads
2 Comments
adamsmiller
Poem Published
15th Jan 2014 4:14am
15th Jan 2014 4:14am
Wolf Wars
Burrowing bitter statues of
Deaf progeny stalled out
over a sea of pining peripatetics
Born into it;
with feet that read like a Hemingway novel
Intestinal inertia insulating the leagues of
Internal Corruption conspiracies
the communist combination digesting in obscurity
cracked figment begging facade
for material manifestation
facade kicking godless eternity in the head
the unexplored divided depths newly informed
of cancerous cells in the water supply
prognosticating...
Deaf progeny stalled out
over a sea of pining peripatetics
Born into it;
with feet that read like a Hemingway novel
Intestinal inertia insulating the leagues of
Internal Corruption conspiracies
the communist combination digesting in obscurity
cracked figment begging facade
for material manifestation
facade kicking godless eternity in the head
the unexplored divided depths newly informed
of cancerous cells in the water supply
prognosticating...
#dark
#ErnestHemingway
#humankind
661 reads
0 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
19th Sep 2013 4:41am
19th Sep 2013 4:41am
Just for you
If Shakespeare were here
you would be his tragedy
Mozart and Beethoven
you would be their symphony
Galileo would gaze into the stars
and give a planet your name
Christopher Columbus
would sail the ocean blue
and Neil Armstrong
would fly you to the moon
while Hemingway writes
a bestseller
all about you
The Great Houdini
would chain himself up
and face...
you would be his tragedy
Mozart and Beethoven
you would be their symphony
Galileo would gaze into the stars
and give a planet your name
Christopher Columbus
would sail the ocean blue
and Neil Armstrong
would fly you to the moon
while Hemingway writes
a bestseller
all about you
The Great Houdini
would chain himself up
and face...
#romantic
#WilliamShakespeare
#ErnestHemingway #love
#ErnestHemingway #love
1092 reads
30 Comments
pong
Poem Published
11th Apr 2013 4:47am
11th Apr 2013 4:47am
All Hemingways Must Suffer
#narrative
#ShortStory
#ErnestHemingway
692 reads
3 Comments
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