Poems About T S Eliot Published by Members Recently Online
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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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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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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
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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
158 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
158 reads
1 Comment
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 9:05pm
27th Jan 2020 9:05pm
[ Stephen King inspired ] The Hollowed Children
Due to the silent war we're winning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
Due to the silent war we're waging
the ends always justify the means
Simple cogs engaging
complex machines
is what you are
In service to
your country
Thanks you
for your heroic efforts
We do
the dirty job
No one wants
to believe in what they don't want ...
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
Due to the silent war we're waging
the ends always justify the means
Simple cogs engaging
complex machines
is what you are
In service to
your country
Thanks you
for your heroic efforts
We do
the dirty job
No one wants
to believe in what they don't want ...
#war
#dystopian
#StephenKing #TSEliot
#StephenKing #TSEliot
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23 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 9:05pm
27th Jan 2020 9:05pm
[ Stephen King inspired ] The Hollowed Children
Due to the silent war we're winning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
Due to the silent war we're waging
the ends always justify the means
Simple cogs engaging
complex machines
is what you are
In service to
your country
Thanks you
for your heroic efforts
We do
the dirty job
No one wants
to believe in what they don't want ...
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
Due to the silent war we're waging
the ends always justify the means
Simple cogs engaging
complex machines
is what you are
In service to
your country
Thanks you
for your heroic efforts
We do
the dirty job
No one wants
to believe in what they don't want ...
#war
#dystopian
#StephenKing #TSEliot
#StephenKing #TSEliot
218 reads
23 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 9:05pm
27th Jan 2020 9:05pm
[ Stephen King inspired ] The Hollowed Children
Due to the silent war we're winning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
Due to the silent war we're waging
the ends always justify the means
Simple cogs engaging
complex machines
is what you are
In service to
your country
Thanks you
for your heroic efforts
We do
the dirty job
No one wants
to believe in what they don't want ...
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
Due to the silent war we're waging
the ends always justify the means
Simple cogs engaging
complex machines
is what you are
In service to
your country
Thanks you
for your heroic efforts
We do
the dirty job
No one wants
to believe in what they don't want ...
#war
#dystopian
#StephenKing #TSEliot
#StephenKing #TSEliot
218 reads
23 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 9:05pm
27th Jan 2020 9:05pm
[ Stephen King inspired ] The Hollowed Children
Due to the silent war we're winning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
Due to the silent war we're waging
the ends always justify the means
Simple cogs engaging
complex machines
is what you are
In service to
your country
Thanks you
for your heroic efforts
We do
the dirty job
No one wants
to believe in what they don't want ...
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
The world continues in its spinning
Due to the silent war we're waging
the ends always justify the means
Simple cogs engaging
complex machines
is what you are
In service to
your country
Thanks you
for your heroic efforts
We do
the dirty job
No one wants
to believe in what they don't want ...
#war
#dystopian
#StephenKing #TSEliot
#StephenKing #TSEliot
218 reads
23 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
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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
92 reads
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
92 reads
6 Comments
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