Poems on Ernest Hemingway Published by Members Recently Online
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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
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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
1168 reads
30 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
1168 reads
30 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
1168 reads
30 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
1168 reads
30 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
1043 reads
11 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
1043 reads
11 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
1043 reads
11 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
1043 reads
11 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 2:46pm
23rd Oct 2023 2:46pm
a normal name
who had a normal name
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited ...
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited ...
#ErnestHemingway
#FedericaGarciaLorca
#JimMorrison
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oskar
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 2:46pm
23rd Oct 2023 2:46pm
a normal name
who had a normal name
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited ...
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited ...
#ErnestHemingway
#FedericaGarciaLorca
#JimMorrison
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oskar
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 2:46pm
23rd Oct 2023 2:46pm
a normal name
who had a normal name
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited ...
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited ...
#ErnestHemingway
#FedericaGarciaLorca
#JimMorrison
153 reads
0 Comments
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