Guernsey Poets

It’s time to put you out to grass my friend It’s a shame this is the way it had to end But it looks as if the muse has dried up - Contri...

Outside the parish church, we pause, exchange the old banalities we flee to, at such times, because we cannot face finality, then nod, a...

And so it came the end of life In Balmoral heralded by pipes Via Edinburgh to London, the resting places All of them lined with mourning ...

© Simon Armitage        Poet Laureate Image : © Daily Mail

That day in 1953 my family watched it on TV, an innovation in our house. I sat, as timid as a mouse, enchanted by the pageantry, ...

The Raven Drenched in darkness Eyes observing everything Life... Death... Perversion Unable to separate As all is one Life... The beg...

The cry of the cicada Gives us no sign That presently it will die. Matsuo Basho Image : Pixabay - englishcityceo Translati...

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bel...

It’s on the TV now  The things never discussed  The inevitable  The return to dust  My parents never faced it  Left a mountain behind ...

The tags remain On the overpass Under bridges, girders On countless spans Illegal artistry that Makes you look Past the pages Of yo...

It’s all water under the bridge And clouds across the sky Where time just seems to fly It’s all water under the bridge Just listen for...

With the cost of living And the price of dying It’s no wonder at all To the Lord I pray That I can afford to pay For my own funeral. ...

On a yellowed flyleaf, half a century ago, my mother wrote to say Birthday Wishes and Mum, that name that buries self away. I was her fi...

I think just how my shape will rise When I shall be forgiven, Till hair and eyes and timid head Are out of sight, in heaven. I think ...

I   miss  my  younger,  fitter  self,  with  aches  and  pains  unknown Maturity's  crept  up  on  me,  my  youth  has  long  since  f...

No angels came to greet me, only darkness  Swarms of screaming bees had filled my mind  Everything so black… Much like an ocean  Drowni...

I tried to write a poem About how I’d like to be remembered Well believe me I tried But all I could think of was I’d like to be remembe...

Oh dear, dear Ratty Cried a distraught Toad Why ever did you have to Cross the road? An electric car The whispering death Was the re...

Perhaps there is an explanation, dear, but you’re not here to set my mind at rest. Death puts a stop to questions, so I fear this one mu...

This song's about the night I died The knife. My blood. My suicide I bet my soul that no one cried No angel came, so someone lied ...