Poems About Stevie Smith Published by Members Recently Online
#StevieSmith
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
1203 reads
41 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
1203 reads
41 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
1203 reads
41 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
1203 reads
41 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
1203 reads
41 Comments
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
318 reads
3 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
990 reads
32 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
990 reads
32 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
990 reads
32 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
990 reads
32 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
990 reads
32 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
717 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Stevie Smith Published by Members Recently Online
#StevieSmith is curated by Ahavati (Tams).
