Poems Inspired by T. S. Eliot
#TSEliot
Poems inspired by essayist, playwright, critic and poet Thomas Stearns Eliot (T. S. Eliot). Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in the writing and poems of T. S. Eliot. Along with poems about Eliot himself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
28th May 2022 4:47am
28th May 2022 4:47am
We Shan't Go
I hear the tiny voice through the trees,
of you, of me; do not ask why.
The night wraps us in its blanket of promise
and we have multitudes of choices to make
and answers call in the evening lull
as mist upon our faces falls;
when but now, or where, but here
no, do not ask why.
Let us walk, our feet finding a way,
let us tread into the longest night unaware
until it's day, as far as we dare,
no, do not ask why.
I fancy I have been here awhile,
seeing every kind of smile,
every grin that knowing bears; ...
of you, of me; do not ask why.
The night wraps us in its blanket of promise
and we have multitudes of choices to make
and answers call in the evening lull
as mist upon our faces falls;
when but now, or where, but here
no, do not ask why.
Let us walk, our feet finding a way,
let us tread into the longest night unaware
until it's day, as far as we dare,
no, do not ask why.
I fancy I have been here awhile,
seeing every kind of smile,
every grin that knowing bears; ...
#love
#romantic
#night
#TSEliot
#NaPoWriMo2022
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6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
17th May 2020 4:02am
17th May 2020 4:02am
Manor On A Hill
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.’
‘In my ending is my beginning.’
-T. S. Elliot
In creaks of shadows,
your windswept promontory
behind twigs of Forsythia,
bent Lilac branches,
your dusty red and green
antiqued form emerges as I look up.
As I walk along your cliffs,
trodding sparse grass
growing on steep mounds
too treacherous to climb,
I look up to view your hulking angularity,
your grey windows shrouded in dust.
At the base of your cliffs the...
‘In my ending is my beginning.’
-T. S. Elliot
In creaks of shadows,
your windswept promontory
behind twigs of Forsythia,
bent Lilac branches,
your dusty red and green
antiqued form emerges as I look up.
As I walk along your cliffs,
trodding sparse grass
growing on steep mounds
too treacherous to climb,
I look up to view your hulking angularity,
your grey windows shrouded in dust.
At the base of your cliffs the...
#home
#historical
#TSEliot #NaPoWriMo2020
#TSEliot #NaPoWriMo2020
590 reads
6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 3:53am
29th Oct 2019 3:53am
Keeper Of Time
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present'
-T.S. Elliot
Keeper of Time for whom the clock winds,
keeper of all things misaligned,
Keeper of one, two and three,
times of which are Time's decree.
Striking clock we strain to hear
stridently to end all fears.
Where is the one whom time keeps still,
what are such needs you only fill?
Timely, though, you all but know ...
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present'
-T.S. Elliot
Keeper of Time for whom the clock winds,
keeper of all things misaligned,
Keeper of one, two and three,
times of which are Time's decree.
Striking clock we strain to hear
stridently to end all fears.
Where is the one whom time keeps still,
what are such needs you only fill?
Timely, though, you all but know ...
#TSEliot
1003 reads
12 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 2:22am
1st Oct 2019 2:22am
Of Death And Birth: Fire And The Rose
We die with the dying:
See, they depart and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.'
-T. S. Elliot
I
The way of ignorance is the way home:
Go, go! Folly is the only way;
knowledge is the unlearning of itself.
Do not try harder, try less;
this is the only way, the unpropitious one.
(Love is the only lesson that can't be learned.)
The Sky and The Earth agree:
I end where I began,
the way there...
See, they depart and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.'
-T. S. Elliot
I
The way of ignorance is the way home:
Go, go! Folly is the only way;
knowledge is the unlearning of itself.
Do not try harder, try less;
this is the only way, the unpropitious one.
(Love is the only lesson that can't be learned.)
The Sky and The Earth agree:
I end where I began,
the way there...
#birth
#death
#fall
#LifeCycle
#TSEliot
785 reads
8 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
30th Sep 2019 7:50pm
30th Sep 2019 7:50pm
The Temple
(after T. S. Eliot)
I
In temple’s dust forgotten,
Constrained by eyeless thought,
With crowns of sand,
We stand in reddened sun,
The ancient columns, the iron rust,
Mantles, where the ancients sought.
Our glass towers now catch the light but not
The answers found in walls of temple’s eyes.
On dark stained oak,
In crystal braziers, sacrifices smoke.
The crimson stains of lips
That older tributes’ stain implies,
The choke of olive’s slip,
With tilting...
I
In temple’s dust forgotten,
Constrained by eyeless thought,
With crowns of sand,
We stand in reddened sun,
The ancient columns, the iron rust,
Mantles, where the ancients sought.
Our glass towers now catch the light but not
The answers found in walls of temple’s eyes.
On dark stained oak,
In crystal braziers, sacrifices smoke.
The crimson stains of lips
That older tributes’ stain implies,
The choke of olive’s slip,
With tilting...
#TSEliot
985 reads
8 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
30th Sep 2019 5:57pm
30th Sep 2019 5:57pm
O’Malley, The Bobby Cat
Every evening at, oh, around quarter past eight
You are likely to see him around the park’s gate
O’Malley, the Bobby Cat, walking his beat
Keeping rodents in check while patrolling the streets
They say he was once just a wild alley cat
In The War, no one knew where O’Malley was at
He returned with a new found respect for the law
But still tough as nails, with the sharpest of claws
With dignified grace he now strolls through his beat
Policing his city for something delicious to eat
And occasionally he’ll chat up a jellicle lady ...
You are likely to see him around the park’s gate
O’Malley, the Bobby Cat, walking his beat
Keeping rodents in check while patrolling the streets
They say he was once just a wild alley cat
In The War, no one knew where O’Malley was at
He returned with a new found respect for the law
But still tough as nails, with the sharpest of claws
With dignified grace he now strolls through his beat
Policing his city for something delicious to eat
And occasionally he’ll chat up a jellicle lady ...
#cats
#TSEliot
595 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
28th Sep 2019 10:26pm
28th Sep 2019 10:26pm
The Hallowed Wo/Men
#conflict
#TSEliot
1321 reads
46 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
19th Sep 2019 12:50pm
19th Sep 2019 12:50pm
Observations
( after T.S. Eliot )
A literary man of books,
I’d taken her as a lover.
Then yesterday I felt it time
To break it off for another.
The tables of my plan, on me
Have turned the way that she is done.
To moving on, ideal and pure;
I cannot change, or sully her.
Her bare feet trip lightly across
The balcony in early morn’,
Where no sun’s heated flush had yet
Graced patio of Venus’ breath.
To this reflection, heart and soul,
In spite of everything I...
A literary man of books,
I’d taken her as a lover.
Then yesterday I felt it time
To break it off for another.
The tables of my plan, on me
Have turned the way that she is done.
To moving on, ideal and pure;
I cannot change, or sully her.
Her bare feet trip lightly across
The balcony in early morn’,
Where no sun’s heated flush had yet
Graced patio of Venus’ breath.
To this reflection, heart and soul,
In spite of everything I...
#love
#breakup
#MovingOn
#obsession
#TSEliot
610 reads
8 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 2:36am
12th Sep 2019 2:36am
O Light Invisible (Light Within)
In lapping waves did light recede,
as light within my mind so grieved.
O, light that took no form or mien,
yet rushed along to softly fade;
to shrink as slowly did the day.
A child looked up into the night
and felt as if he was that bright;
within his heart his soul took flight,
high above an innocence
deeply felt, deeply found:
How I was that child once,
unafraid, unbound.
How, removed from
perception, direction,
I was a ray of light in reflection;
a light unfettered, unknowing of domain ...
as light within my mind so grieved.
O, light that took no form or mien,
yet rushed along to softly fade;
to shrink as slowly did the day.
A child looked up into the night
and felt as if he was that bright;
within his heart his soul took flight,
high above an innocence
deeply felt, deeply found:
How I was that child once,
unafraid, unbound.
How, removed from
perception, direction,
I was a ray of light in reflection;
a light unfettered, unknowing of domain ...
#hope
#inspirational
#spiritual #TSEliot
#spiritual #TSEliot
673 reads
16 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 7:16pm
7th Sep 2019 7:16pm
the capes, the drawls, the runs through the door.
(for The Love Song of T. Stearns Eliot competition)
smell the lamb before it breaks,
before it is sold by the butcher,
before he pins up his notaries
of meat available.
his slimy hands back-slapping slap of chop sliding
and the baying tongue will
lick his grime back into the fleece; its ashtray
of ( forgotten things)
- the bottom of a lane mist.
- beneath the cushions of a velvet armchair.
- the impetuous run...
smell the lamb before it breaks,
before it is sold by the butcher,
before he pins up his notaries
of meat available.
his slimy hands back-slapping slap of chop sliding
and the baying tongue will
lick his grime back into the fleece; its ashtray
of ( forgotten things)
- the bottom of a lane mist.
- beneath the cushions of a velvet armchair.
- the impetuous run...
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#nostalgia
#StreamOfConsciousness
#TSEliot
639 reads
11 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 2:10pm
6th Sep 2019 2:10pm
The fag packet # T S Eliot
In each we saw that touch of suave
Entertain, to proffer oh so smart
A classless act
James Dean with a cap and a look supreme
Not the butt but and idiols artifact
That king size slipped from its magazine
A content shared
That smile of intentions undeclared
Tap the burned disregards
The fingers singed and stained
That's lifes ashtray
Mingled in the smoke of dreams and hopes
Entertain, to proffer oh so smart
A classless act
James Dean with a cap and a look supreme
Not the butt but and idiols artifact
That king size slipped from its magazine
A content shared
That smile of intentions undeclared
Tap the burned disregards
The fingers singed and stained
That's lifes ashtray
Mingled in the smoke of dreams and hopes
#gay
#tobacco
#TSEliot
597 reads
1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 6:31am
6th Sep 2019 6:31am
Years after Missouri crossed the Pond
( after T.S.Eliot )
I spoke in Londonderry overtones,
Dripping pedigree from my facial bones.
Impeccably my tailor did the pins,
He knew where to hide away a man’s sins.
By then of middle age one couldn’t tell
Where jowling had begun or where it fell.
Seemed like a love affair with nip and tuck,
And never once by needle was I stuck.
For here I declare this testimony:
His diligence of Semite art on me.
The youth I once held upright years ago,
I bow allegiance to each...
I spoke in Londonderry overtones,
Dripping pedigree from my facial bones.
Impeccably my tailor did the pins,
He knew where to hide away a man’s sins.
By then of middle age one couldn’t tell
Where jowling had begun or where it fell.
Seemed like a love affair with nip and tuck,
And never once by needle was I stuck.
For here I declare this testimony:
His diligence of Semite art on me.
The youth I once held upright years ago,
I bow allegiance to each...
#religion
#respect
#inequality #TSEliot
#inequality #TSEliot
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