Poems Inspired by Stevie Smith
#StevieSmith
Poems inspired by the English poet and novelist Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smith. Here you'll find poetry using the style or themes found in the work of Stevie Smith. Along with poems about Smith herself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Jun 2022 00:55am
9th Jun 2022 00:55am
feeling a bit silly, really
the only poet I ever imagined making love with was stevie smith and I expect she’d have had something to say about that
#StevieSmith
308 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
26th Jan 2021 1:30am
26th Jan 2021 1:30am
and yet witty as hell
best poet I've read she could be a trifle difficult
to tell since we never met
to tell since we never met
#StevieSmith
365 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 1:27am
4th Apr 2020 1:27am
self isolation, what .. ?
a very good time
to avoid seeing those whom you'd
much rather not ..
to avoid seeing those whom you'd
much rather not ..
#StevieSmith
383 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
26th Feb 2020 2:54pm
26th Feb 2020 2:54pm
Spiritology
( after Stevie Smith )
When I was young, I wondered
why the crucifixion was depicted
behind the altar of a church;
or, worn around the neck—
Jesus agonizingly wrenched, looking up
or down as if in eternal rest
I thought to myself, what is my purpose;
how would I want to be remembered
should I meet a violent end—
not in the agony of the moment:
even in youth, I knew that much—
but, sharing life and love instead
I imagined an energy shift
from a guilt-ridden reminder
of...
When I was young, I wondered
why the crucifixion was depicted
behind the altar of a church;
or, worn around the neck—
Jesus agonizingly wrenched, looking up
or down as if in eternal rest
I thought to myself, what is my purpose;
how would I want to be remembered
should I meet a violent end—
not in the agony of the moment:
even in youth, I knew that much—
but, sharing life and love instead
I imagined an energy shift
from a guilt-ridden reminder
of...
#spiritual
#honesty
#philosophical
#wisdom
#StevieSmith
1172 reads
41 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
26th Feb 2020 3:33am
26th Feb 2020 3:33am
Pretty (A Nice Dream)
Are you not pretty, am not I;
we see within ourselves
whether we are dumb or bold,
within our minds we dwell.
If pretty is as pretty does
then fish and fowl are so
pretty they couldn't imagine
what anyone but they know.
A world could not be prettier
if waving goodbye to itself
and drowning in its own mirage
so pretty upon its shelf.
The prettiest mouse still runs away
to not be caught although it may
attract the coyest, smartest of cats
nothing more true is prettier than that.
...
we see within ourselves
whether we are dumb or bold,
within our minds we dwell.
If pretty is as pretty does
then fish and fowl are so
pretty they couldn't imagine
what anyone but they know.
A world could not be prettier
if waving goodbye to itself
and drowning in its own mirage
so pretty upon its shelf.
The prettiest mouse still runs away
to not be caught although it may
attract the coyest, smartest of cats
nothing more true is prettier than that.
...
#beauty
#dreams
#StevieSmith
658 reads
15 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 3:14am
18th Feb 2020 3:14am
Not Waving But Drowning (Sandbar)
What would it be if I went about,
pining, whining, given to shout,
would anyone know I was caught in a daze,
gone to a mind spell, lost in a maze?
Would, in a flurry I come rushing out,
a river of mud so careless without
a waving spectacle so bemused.
Who, in a moment could refuse
to look, and look upon with doubt.
'What is she doing out there, has she gone mad?'
With happiness, at least, it can't be that bad.
'But she is on a sandbar and the tide is coming in.
Doesn't she know her future looks grim? ...
pining, whining, given to shout,
would anyone know I was caught in a daze,
gone to a mind spell, lost in a maze?
Would, in a flurry I come rushing out,
a river of mud so careless without
a waving spectacle so bemused.
Who, in a moment could refuse
to look, and look upon with doubt.
'What is she doing out there, has she gone mad?'
With happiness, at least, it can't be that bad.
'But she is on a sandbar and the tide is coming in.
Doesn't she know her future looks grim? ...
#satirical
#funny
#StevieSmith
564 reads
14 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 12:21pm
17th Feb 2020 12:21pm
Christsong
( after Stevie Smith )
I was taught
he is the weightless son
from eternal death.
But then
out from under
brick and mortar dogma,
that says
what they claim
are Christ’s words.
Hear him—
not only on the wing,
but everywhere air is lifted,
for wind of storm is breath,
and rushing water from a stream.
Is this the way—
where he is distant,
all in the...
I was taught
he is the weightless son
from eternal death.
But then
out from under
brick and mortar dogma,
that says
what they claim
are Christ’s words.
Hear him—
not only on the wing,
but everywhere air is lifted,
for wind of storm is breath,
and rushing water from a stream.
Is this the way—
where he is distant,
all in the...
#nature
#religion
#God
#son
#StevieSmith
602 reads
6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
10th Feb 2020 2:43am
10th Feb 2020 2:43am
Mixed signals
I found my stated point of view
not a floating premise far away
solid in the facts I knew
that horizon ever clear
Did I consider empathy
discontent to rend and be concealed
for the tormented lives of those in need
floundering in trouble's depth
Will they smile and say, I'm OK
clothes left on the beach, neat laid
the final dip, as out they wade
and say goodby in signs denied
Titanic toward the iceberg churned
such merriment, the...
not a floating premise far away
solid in the facts I knew
that horizon ever clear
Did I consider empathy
discontent to rend and be concealed
for the tormented lives of those in need
floundering in trouble's depth
Will they smile and say, I'm OK
clothes left on the beach, neat laid
the final dip, as out they wade
and say goodby in signs denied
Titanic toward the iceberg churned
such merriment, the...
#suicide
#StevieSmith
701 reads
4 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
7th Feb 2020 11:07pm
7th Feb 2020 11:07pm
Story Poem, Nr.21 — Dancing Queen
The queen, so happy, had fourteen children
seven sons and daughters had she
she looked at them all, said “let’s have a ball
I wonder how best that can be?”
The seven daughters stood in a circle
and round and round and round they danced
the queen thought “fair, but they’re getting nowhere
repeating they cannot advance”.
The seven sons stood straight in a line
they marched up and down, up and down
the queen thought “O.K, but where is the play
the fun of a night on the town?
...
seven sons and daughters had she
she looked at them all, said “let’s have a ball
I wonder how best that can be?”
The seven daughters stood in a circle
and round and round and round they danced
the queen thought “fair, but they’re getting nowhere
repeating they cannot advance”.
The seven sons stood straight in a line
they marched up and down, up and down
the queen thought “O.K, but where is the play
the fun of a night on the town?
...
#children
#family
#TruthOfLife
#evolution
#StevieSmith
972 reads
32 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2020 3:33pm
3rd Feb 2020 3:33pm
The Old Dog
( After Stevie Smith )
The sun-warmed porch,
its faded wood absorbing heat
under this arthritic skeleton—
once a conqueror of meadows
and dawn hunting parties.
I listen to my mistress
praise cardinals in winter
with a neighbor, again;
O! how pretty in snow!
You know—
it’s a deceased loved one,
visiting us now!
I curl up, unseen,
forgotten in age, think. . .
Ah! to be admired again—
a conquistador of duck
fox, and...
The sun-warmed porch,
its faded wood absorbing heat
under this arthritic skeleton—
once a conqueror of meadows
and dawn hunting parties.
I listen to my mistress
praise cardinals in winter
with a neighbor, again;
O! how pretty in snow!
You know—
it’s a deceased loved one,
visiting us now!
I curl up, unseen,
forgotten in age, think. . .
Ah! to be admired again—
a conquistador of duck
fox, and...
#dreams
#dogs
#animals
#birds
#StevieSmith
1296 reads
36 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Mar 2019 00:49am
15th Mar 2019 00:49am
stevie smith
best poet I ever read was
already dead by the time
I heard what she said ..
already dead by the time
I heard what she said ..
#admiration
#StevieSmith
448 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
4th Mar 2017 1:48am
4th Mar 2017 1:48am
sing to me, dead poet...
dear stevie smith, I do not think
you'd let me near your kitchen sink,
yet I would clean your bedsit daily,
would you but let me hear you gaily...
you'd let me near your kitchen sink,
yet I would clean your bedsit daily,
would you but let me hear you gaily...
#StevieSmith
709 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems Inspired by Stevie Smith
#StevieSmith is curated by Ahavati (Tams).
