Poems on Oscar Wilde Seeking Honest Critique
#OscarWilde
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 1:26am
9th Jan 2025 1:26am
The Marquess Of Queensberry rules
I loved oscar wilde
he was flawed, floored
by his time in court, caught you,
queensberry smiled
he was flawed, floored
by his time in court, caught you,
queensberry smiled
#OscarWilde
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
19th Jan 2021 1:19am
19th Jan 2021 1:19am
author!
lady windermere's fan sat in
the auditorium enthusiastically waving
the auditorium enthusiastically waving
#OscarWilde
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
18th Jun 2018 00:19am
18th Jun 2018 00:19am
Everything is Sex
Everything is sex
except the thing itself
don’t confuse the one
with expression of the first
don’t confuse the two aspects
though that is the intent
when your masters describe
a world put to your eyes
the need propels discourse
evoked for money’s sake
turning round the wheel
displaying the brass ring
hinting what lays beyond
promise to be denied
still the masses sup the drink
as the thirst is widespread
forgive the leading edge
that gives nothing at the end
the...
except the thing itself
don’t confuse the one
with expression of the first
don’t confuse the two aspects
though that is the intent
when your masters describe
a world put to your eyes
the need propels discourse
evoked for money’s sake
turning round the wheel
displaying the brass ring
hinting what lays beyond
promise to be denied
still the masses sup the drink
as the thirst is widespread
forgive the leading edge
that gives nothing at the end
the...
#sex
#OscarWilde
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Aug 2013 00:08am
18th Aug 2013 00:08am
Apologies to Oscar Wilde...
we are all in the gutter,
but some of us..."
have fall
en out
of bars...
bars...
...
but some of us..."
have fall
en out
of bars...
bars...
...
#OscarWilde
685 reads
1 Comment
waynehowell
Poem Published
24th Dec 2012 3:06am
24th Dec 2012 3:06am
Cemetery Gates
These Lyrics are not mine, they were written by Morrisey, just thought i would post them as i personally think that they are amazing
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people all those lives
where are they now?
with the loves and hates
and passions just like mine
they were born
and then they...
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people all those lives
where are they now?
with the loves and hates
and passions just like mine
they were born
and then they...
#OscarWilde
#graveyard
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LeColonel
Poem Published
10th Jul 2012 9:14pm
10th Jul 2012 9:14pm
Dorian's Rival
Wilde Oscar beware
My portrait is unfinished
Blacker than Gray’s
My portrait is unfinished
Blacker than Gray’s
#OscarWilde
#myself
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Phoebe
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2012 8:55pm
23rd Feb 2012 8:55pm
Opened Orange 22.02.2012
Oscar Wilde lives
of all the story writing in truth I am tired, I am out of juice
I know what paths I walked before , I was there
what's worse I am becoming into a talker pointing down old roads.
Swallows fly to Africa, they don't sit on high wires with whys
chattering like sparrows, they up and go or stay to pluck sapphires
from golden prince's eyes and give them to the poor.
I am still waiting for my swallow though I have a ruby under my pillow.
Walking along the motorway back from the supermarket
late on and in the dark, with food to eat...
of all the story writing in truth I am tired, I am out of juice
I know what paths I walked before , I was there
what's worse I am becoming into a talker pointing down old roads.
Swallows fly to Africa, they don't sit on high wires with whys
chattering like sparrows, they up and go or stay to pluck sapphires
from golden prince's eyes and give them to the poor.
I am still waiting for my swallow though I have a ruby under my pillow.
Walking along the motorway back from the supermarket
late on and in the dark, with food to eat...
#OscarWilde
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