Poems About T S Eliot Published by Members Recently Online
#TSEliot
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
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9 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
1322 reads
46 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
28th Sep 2019 10:26pm
28th Sep 2019 10:26pm
The Hallowed Wo/Men
#conflict
#TSEliot
1322 reads
46 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
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
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
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
404 reads
6 Comments
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
404 reads
6 Comments
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
404 reads
6 Comments
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
404 reads
6 Comments
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
404 reads
6 Comments
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