Biography of Adrian Cox
I write poems to amuse myself. I have a collection of 23 poems. The collection is called LOOK.
I was born in Lincoln England on 28/4/65. I was educated at Robert Pattinson School and left in 1981. Later I studied at the Open University where I studied mathematics and got a Bachelor of Science Open degree.
I currently live with my girlfriend in Nottinghamshire, where I work as a Support Worker for learning disabilities, complex needs and challenging behavour.
I enjoy playing the guitar and have some videos on youtube under 'emo adi' and I have a web site at
Adrian Cox's Works:
There is one poem missing on this file:
'The Abuse And Calculations Of Perfect Patricia Plenitude'.
Adrian Cox Poems
A Black In The Eye
Hands swing around a circle of numbers till they reach out both of them,
Can you imagine my tease so nice, sweet with sugar full of spice.
Thoughts And Dreams
Inside my empty room there's only pictures in the dark, I'm thinking in my solitude because thoughts are what we are.
'Mirror, mirror off the wall how did you come to dropp and fall? With silver slithers of pointed glass
Sentenced To Death
Hanged from the gallows of creative writing. Swinging from the gibbet of sentence construction.
On a black and white pedestrian crossing holding up the traffic with a skateboard under one arm, he frantically picks dropped coins
Beneath gas lamps black night skies to eary sounds of distant cries.
Something That She Said
She had so much potential it sometimes got her down, she didn’t like her work but it got her into town. It really was a problem but she chose to ignore it,
From the optics of her trancendent mind he pours himself a sociable measure, and
Fiendish Little Circles
Following footsteps faintly in the snow, I've got the scent I know which way to go.
Take on board the game is over. Your mind frequents a deep and thoughtful checkmate. A poignant move from the queen
I became the joker, you wouldn't deal me in. I never had the chance to play and so I couldn’t win.
Operators Of Control
Sunny multiplication * Shines through additional air + And glistens on the waters of division / That stand on a muddy bed of subtraction. -
Melancholy Turns Up
I'm fast asleep, the rain pours down on this winters day. My room is dark, the sky outside is grey. I'm like climbing up a cliff face while gravity pulls me down. One jump that's all it takes, just one slip to get me down.
Fiendish Little Circles
faintly in the snow,
I've got the scent
I know which way to go.
Fiendish little monster
smells like food.
Over fields, into woods
I look behind every tree.