English poetry

Poems in English

Morning Coffee

Reading the menu at the morning service: – Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum – Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, […]


At noon thepaper tigers roar Miroslav Holub The paper tigers roar at noon; The sun is hot, the sun is […]


Year after year the princess lies asleep Until the hundred years foretold are done, Easily drawing her enchanted breath. Caught […]


He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last […]

Observation Car

To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and […]