at my most beautiful

Today has been a day of friends, chat and poetry. I enjoyed myself too much (if such a thing is possible) and sadly, I did little exam preparation. Poems, they make me smile.

This Be The Verse
- Phillip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.


They Tuck you up
- Adrian Mitchell

They tuck you up, your mum and dad,
They read you Peter Rabbit, too.
They give you all the treats they had
And add some extra, just for you.

They were tucked up when they were small,
(Pink perfume, blue tobacco-smoke),
By those whose kiss healed any fall,
Whose laughter doubled any joke.

Man hands on happiness to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
So love your parents all you can
And have some cheerful kids yourself

Love Poem

- Lemn Sissay

You remind me
define me
incline me.

If you died
I'd

Edit 10:35. Returning all stolen sentiments as of now.