Tag: poems
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The Window of Notice
By Mark Quinn I notice the damage in the world,I notice the boy and girl dying in the street,I notice the forest leaves beneath my feet,I look out my window at the seasons that pass,I notice the dew upon the grass,I notice the celebrities talking shite,I notice the old people suffering their plightand the politicians
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Mancunia TV
Bookmarkquinn (Mark Quinn) – Poet, Author & Spoken Word Artist Mark Quinn, widely recognized by his pen name Bookmarkquinn, is a poet, author, and spoken word artist based in Manchester, UK. With a style that marries vulnerability, grit, and humor, he describes his writing as “words; some from my heart and some from my arse.” That
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Life
Sometimes life can be really shit, you don’t want to hear everything will be alright, but it will be alright.I wrote this poem a year or two back, but life still keeps on throwing shit. I also did this futuristic poem to music and pictures. It is inspired by the future of AI and what
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The Steam Train
By Mark Quinn The Steam TrainBy Mark Quinn Sat on a steam train heading for hell,whilst I’m sat in my seat with stories to tell.My head overwhelming with visions of pain,while the black locomotive giant steam trainbelts down the track, sparks all ablaze.My mind and my vision stuck in this maze. The reality of life
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New Poem
This poem you are about to read and see me perform is not in anyway a true tale!! I usually perform without paper to read, but because it was new I decided to read it at my last poetry Open Mic Night Gig. I hope you enjoy it because, this is the first time and
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Festive Season
With it coming up to Christmas, and I do admit I love the festive season; so I wanted to create a poem to show my love for my favourite film, ‘Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol.’ A Christmas PoemBy Mark Quinn The chains do rattleand the keys do clank,Marley’s at the doorso give it a yank.The
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Love Is
By Mark Quinn Love is when you see them,your heart does smile.Love is thinking of them,that will make you walk that extra mile.Love is just sitting together in utter silence. Love is not a care in the world.Love is sitting on the sofa,with your legs all curled.Love is getting angry, when they’re not very well.Love
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Old Sid at Risk
By Mark Quinn The Mancunian Poet Old Sid at RiskBy Mark Quinn The Winter sets in, the air filled with cold, nobody visits, nobody’s told. The snow on the ground, the frost in the air, nobody bothered, no-one to care. Politicians enjoy the frost, all at the expense of the pensioner’s cost. They sit in
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The Weeping Willow
By Mark Quinn The Weeping WillowBy Mark Quinn The weeping willow of a nation,the weeping willow of a crowd,the weeping willow of a nationthat one day stood so proud. The weeping willow of a nation,the weeping willow of the land,the weeping willow of a nation,the voice that has been banned. The weeping willow of a
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