Brian Routh

Rookie - 0 Points (9th March 1948 / Gateshead, County Durham)

Brian Routh Poems

1. The Angel 11/27/2005
2. Pondering The Madness 11/27/2005
3. When 11/27/2005
4. Routes 11/27/2005
5. The Beast 11/27/2005
6. The Last Machines 11/27/2005
7. Performance 11/27/2005
8. Dazed 11/27/2005
9. The Funeral 11/27/2005
10. Holy Man 11/30/2005
11. Seeing God 11/30/2005
12. The Ghost 11/30/2005
13. Step Up 12/1/2005
14. Ancient Relic 11/30/2005
15. Death 11/30/2005
16. Where Has The Time Gone? 12/1/2005
17. Art And Books 8/12/2007
18. I Died On This Day 8/12/2007
19. Ode To My Muse 8/12/2007
20. You Say 8/12/2007
21. Room And Board 8/31/2007
22. Hero 8/31/2007
23. Prayer For Life 9/23/2007
24. We Have Arrived 9/4/2008
25. River Of Love 9/4/2008
26. My Rose 9/4/2008
27. The Birds Of Heaven 9/4/2008
28. Your Mirror 9/4/2008
29. On Fire 9/4/2008
30. My Princess 9/5/2008
31. First Embrace 9/5/2008
32. This Is Us 9/5/2008
33. Princess Of The Skies 9/12/2008
34. When Love Comes Knocking 9/27/2008
35. Oceans Of Time 9/4/2008
36. Dirty Dolly 5/8/2010
37. Ecstasy 9/4/2008
38. Girl In Nyc 8/31/2007
39. Hey Hey! 8/12/2007
40. Ho Ho Ho! 11/30/2005

Comments about Brian Routh

  • harry potter (9/17/2018 2:05:00 AM)

    you suck, I have an assignment on one of your poems, Cyber me, and theres no information on what it is about and what the poem is saying and I don't understand what it is about so how the am I supposed to analyse the poem! ! ! ! ! ? ? ? ? ? ? ! ! !

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Best Poem of Brian Routh

It Is Time

It is time to move amongst the bushes
to isolate the rooms
close up the gaps
out from the lapse.

forget the clouds that gloomily hang
around the centres
stopping the breath from freely passing.
to be alone as we all must be
in birth and death
no holding of hands
or clinging to mother.

it is time for me to be
to check myself alone
within the spaces of walking
through the avenues of trees
that bend their branches
their children leaves richly green
drinking mother's milk
detaching themselves and falling to the ground.

agonising ...

Read the full of It Is Time

When

When to say it
when to do it
when to touch it
when to hear it
when to want it
when to taste it
when to sing it
when to wing it
when to sling it
when to hop it
when to chop it
when to stop it
when to dye it red

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