Poems About Ted Hughes Published by Members Recently Online
#TedHughes
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Aug 2020 1:09am
1st Aug 2020 1:09am
But in the Meantime
Time keeps running, counting, thinking
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest...
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest...
#TimeHeals
#aging
#gratitude #TedHughes
#gratitude #TedHughes
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Aug 2020 1:09am
1st Aug 2020 1:09am
But in the Meantime
Time keeps running, counting, thinking
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest...
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest...
#TimeHeals
#aging
#gratitude #TedHughes
#gratitude #TedHughes
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Aug 2020 1:09am
1st Aug 2020 1:09am
But in the Meantime
Time keeps running, counting, thinking
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest...
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest...
#TimeHeals
#aging
#gratitude #TedHughes
#gratitude #TedHughes
564 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Aug 2020 1:09am
1st Aug 2020 1:09am
But in the Meantime
Time keeps running, counting, thinking
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest...
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest...
#TimeHeals
#aging
#gratitude #TedHughes
#gratitude #TedHughes
564 reads
10 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 3:27am
29th Jul 2020 3:27am
Lovesong (Unbridled)
He rode atop that mounted horse
that whinnied along into the night
on and on together, astride
wanting never to stop or tire.
He held the reins and bridle tight
so no one else could know her this way
or steer her into the dark as he would
promises lighting the way.
Her eyes were deep with the Earth's secrets,
those he longed to know but never would.
His skull containing only a ridership
of prominent vision understood.
What lie ahead she would never anticipate,
plodding and dodging her circumstance.
Trust...
that whinnied along into the night
on and on together, astride
wanting never to stop or tire.
He held the reins and bridle tight
so no one else could know her this way
or steer her into the dark as he would
promises lighting the way.
Her eyes were deep with the Earth's secrets,
those he longed to know but never would.
His skull containing only a ridership
of prominent vision understood.
What lie ahead she would never anticipate,
plodding and dodging her circumstance.
Trust...
#love
#horses
#TedHughes
558 reads
8 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 3:27am
29th Jul 2020 3:27am
Lovesong (Unbridled)
He rode atop that mounted horse
that whinnied along into the night
on and on together, astride
wanting never to stop or tire.
He held the reins and bridle tight
so no one else could know her this way
or steer her into the dark as he would
promises lighting the way.
Her eyes were deep with the Earth's secrets,
those he longed to know but never would.
His skull containing only a ridership
of prominent vision understood.
What lie ahead she would never anticipate,
plodding and dodging her circumstance.
Trust...
that whinnied along into the night
on and on together, astride
wanting never to stop or tire.
He held the reins and bridle tight
so no one else could know her this way
or steer her into the dark as he would
promises lighting the way.
Her eyes were deep with the Earth's secrets,
those he longed to know but never would.
His skull containing only a ridership
of prominent vision understood.
What lie ahead she would never anticipate,
plodding and dodging her circumstance.
Trust...
#love
#horses
#TedHughes
558 reads
8 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 3:27am
29th Jul 2020 3:27am
Lovesong (Unbridled)
He rode atop that mounted horse
that whinnied along into the night
on and on together, astride
wanting never to stop or tire.
He held the reins and bridle tight
so no one else could know her this way
or steer her into the dark as he would
promises lighting the way.
Her eyes were deep with the Earth's secrets,
those he longed to know but never would.
His skull containing only a ridership
of prominent vision understood.
What lie ahead she would never anticipate,
plodding and dodging her circumstance.
Trust...
that whinnied along into the night
on and on together, astride
wanting never to stop or tire.
He held the reins and bridle tight
so no one else could know her this way
or steer her into the dark as he would
promises lighting the way.
Her eyes were deep with the Earth's secrets,
those he longed to know but never would.
His skull containing only a ridership
of prominent vision understood.
What lie ahead she would never anticipate,
plodding and dodging her circumstance.
Trust...
#love
#horses
#TedHughes
558 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 3:58pm
6th Jul 2020 3:58pm
Comfortably Numb
I was a fresh tube of paint, Indian Yellow,
in wait to experience the slick skin
of a gesso'd canvas—or paper'd
Poetry put to pictures, a visual gift
After hand-to-hand combat
With the muse. I had never known
A scent of turpentine permeating
The space of an atelier,
Unlike my friend, whose name
Was that of a man's, Michael,
Yet, she was feminine as they come.
Michael, who had fallen obsessively
Within the composition of one
Who would unwittingly become
My greatest mentor. Me, starry-eyed ...
in wait to experience the slick skin
of a gesso'd canvas—or paper'd
Poetry put to pictures, a visual gift
After hand-to-hand combat
With the muse. I had never known
A scent of turpentine permeating
The space of an atelier,
Unlike my friend, whose name
Was that of a man's, Michael,
Yet, she was feminine as they come.
Michael, who had fallen obsessively
Within the composition of one
Who would unwittingly become
My greatest mentor. Me, starry-eyed ...
#TedHughes
#secrets
#philosophical
894 reads
24 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 3:58pm
6th Jul 2020 3:58pm
Comfortably Numb
I was a fresh tube of paint, Indian Yellow,
in wait to experience the slick skin
of a gesso'd canvas—or paper'd
Poetry put to pictures, a visual gift
After hand-to-hand combat
With the muse. I had never known
A scent of turpentine permeating
The space of an atelier,
Unlike my friend, whose name
Was that of a man's, Michael,
Yet, she was feminine as they come.
Michael, who had fallen obsessively
Within the composition of one
Who would unwittingly become
My greatest mentor. Me, starry-eyed ...
in wait to experience the slick skin
of a gesso'd canvas—or paper'd
Poetry put to pictures, a visual gift
After hand-to-hand combat
With the muse. I had never known
A scent of turpentine permeating
The space of an atelier,
Unlike my friend, whose name
Was that of a man's, Michael,
Yet, she was feminine as they come.
Michael, who had fallen obsessively
Within the composition of one
Who would unwittingly become
My greatest mentor. Me, starry-eyed ...
#TedHughes
#secrets
#philosophical
894 reads
24 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 3:58pm
6th Jul 2020 3:58pm
Comfortably Numb
I was a fresh tube of paint, Indian Yellow,
in wait to experience the slick skin
of a gesso'd canvas—or paper'd
Poetry put to pictures, a visual gift
After hand-to-hand combat
With the muse. I had never known
A scent of turpentine permeating
The space of an atelier,
Unlike my friend, whose name
Was that of a man's, Michael,
Yet, she was feminine as they come.
Michael, who had fallen obsessively
Within the composition of one
Who would unwittingly become
My greatest mentor. Me, starry-eyed ...
in wait to experience the slick skin
of a gesso'd canvas—or paper'd
Poetry put to pictures, a visual gift
After hand-to-hand combat
With the muse. I had never known
A scent of turpentine permeating
The space of an atelier,
Unlike my friend, whose name
Was that of a man's, Michael,
Yet, she was feminine as they come.
Michael, who had fallen obsessively
Within the composition of one
Who would unwittingly become
My greatest mentor. Me, starry-eyed ...
#TedHughes
#secrets
#philosophical
894 reads
24 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
28th Jul 2020 1:44pm
28th Jul 2020 1:44pm
Gogyoshi Poem, Nr.04 — Cold Wind Blows Hot
A split in the winter curtain
where wind slips in from ill-fitting windows
rustling papers, lifting corners of writing-pads
scribing archetypal messages:
despite your technologies, I am here to stay.
where wind slips in from ill-fitting windows
rustling papers, lifting corners of writing-pads
scribing archetypal messages:
despite your technologies, I am here to stay.
#technology
#nature
#evolution
#philosophical
#TedHughes
680 reads
9 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
28th Jul 2020 1:44pm
28th Jul 2020 1:44pm
Gogyoshi Poem, Nr.04 — Cold Wind Blows Hot
A split in the winter curtain
where wind slips in from ill-fitting windows
rustling papers, lifting corners of writing-pads
scribing archetypal messages:
despite your technologies, I am here to stay.
where wind slips in from ill-fitting windows
rustling papers, lifting corners of writing-pads
scribing archetypal messages:
despite your technologies, I am here to stay.
#technology
#nature
#evolution
#philosophical
#TedHughes
680 reads
9 Comments
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