Mark Hopwood

Rookie (27th July 1974 / Liverpool)

Mark Hopwood Poems

1. Remember A Time 7/15/2011
2. The Wings Of The Wind 7/15/2011
3. Lost In A Lucky Bag 7/15/2011
4. The Wish 7/15/2011
5. Building Barricades 7/15/2011
6. Grow Young Gracefully 7/15/2011
7. Wildflower 7/15/2011
8. Poem For Nobody 7/15/2011
9. Don'T Go Lookin' For Love 7/15/2011
10. Stella 7/15/2011
11. From Ember To Fire 7/15/2011
12. Between Two Worlds 7/15/2011
13. Insomniache 7/15/2011
14. Sovereignty 7/15/2011
15. Toiletpaper 7/15/2011
16. Tearbomb 7/15/2011
17. People Say... 7/16/2011
18. The Road 7/16/2011
19. In A Glass 7/16/2011
20. Nobody Knows 7/16/2011
21. Bang 7/16/2011
22. Hands Of A Stranger 7/16/2011
23. Tea 7/16/2011
24. Hope 'N' Arms 7/16/2011
25. Wheels In Motion 7/16/2011
26. Immortal 7/16/2011
27. Rain 7/16/2011
28. Stuffed 7/16/2011
29. It's Best We Find A Way 7/16/2011
30. Rainbow Chasing 7/16/2011
31. Tomorrow 7/16/2011
32. Future Unwinding 7/16/2011
33. Sacred Pages 7/16/2011
34. Out Of The Darkness 7/16/2011
35. It's Never Over 7/16/2011
36. Happy New Year... Or Is It? 7/16/2011
37. Further Away From The Sun 7/16/2011
38. Blood In Your Mind 7/16/2011
39. And Nature Said To Me 7/16/2011
40. Worlds Around 7/16/2011
Best Poem of Mark Hopwood

No Future, Too Much Past

When you have no future
You have to live in the past
A member of this human race
Who'll pass the finish line last.

The future, things to come
Nothing much except pain
The past, Times gone by
Nothing at all, just plenty of rain.

So disaster looms on every corner
Just waiting to leap out at you
You could take a different path
But it finds you whatever you do.
So the future and the past Are just one and the same
The first and second halves of a stupid bloody game
Impossible to win, Destined to lose
I should just give in and sink into the ...

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Tearbomb

Tears falling from the sky
Splash upon the ground below
Exploding into fragments in my mind
Floating off to join the stream
And merge into the rivers flow
Waiting in the shadowlands behind.

Beyond the stones the sinking sun
Falls underneath the ground so low

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