Ian Bowen

Ian Bowen Poems

1. Fresh Lipstick Kisses 1/24/2010
2. Norman 2/1/2010
3. Haiku...A Few 2/1/2010
4. Far Remembered 2/2/2010
5. My Land 2/4/2010
6. From Here To There 2/4/2010
7. The Most Beautiful Girl...? ? ? 2/4/2010
8. Going All The Way 2/4/2010
9. If She Calls... 2/4/2010
10. Dusk (Haiku) 2/4/2010
11. Climbing Mountains 2/4/2010
12. Where I Stood 2/6/2010
13. Ordinary Salt 2/6/2010
14. Clever... But Shy 2/6/2010
15. Just For Fun 2/6/2010
16. Porridge 2/7/2010
17. I Have Told You Twice 2/7/2010
18. In The Kingdom Of Make Believe. 2/7/2010
19. Haiku 7 2/7/2010
20. I Love Sunday Mornings 2/7/2010
21. Those Bloody Bells 2/7/2010
22. Communist Wives 2/5/2010
23. Nursery 2/8/2010
24. Shadow 2/8/2010
25. I Am No Shadow Of A Man 2/9/2010
26. Cocky! 2/9/2010
27. In The Right Place 2/9/2010
28. Memories Of Blackbeard 2/9/2010
29. No Need For A Valentine 2/9/2010
30. Only When The Neighbours Are Away 2/8/2010
31. Static As The Ink In A Dead Poet's Pen, 2/10/2010
32. Next Door's Dog 2/10/2010
33. Icicles (Haiku) 2/10/2010
34. The Sea, The Moon And Me 2/11/2010
35. Seeing Mum Again 2/11/2010
36. Haiku...Love 2/13/2010
37. Grave Promises 2/13/2010
38. Willowmead Road 2/13/2010
39. The Great Lover* 2/13/2010
40. I Never Got A Valentine 2/14/2010

Comments about Ian Bowen

  • Stella Armour Stella Armour (5/18/2018 3:18:00 PM)

    No you are not Ian... now behave yourself lol :)

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  • Ian Bowen (5/16/2018 5:38:00 PM)

    I am the greatest poet ever.

  • '' Stiltskin '' Stiltskin (12/7/2014 10:15:00 AM)

    hmmm I've found him to a malicious lying little cunt, hey-ho

  • Mimi Brown (9/11/2009 2:22:00 PM)

    It is the first thing I do in the morning. I log on Poemhunter and look for the nugget of joy, sorrow, nature, real life. Heart tugging moments, pure elation, a bird's eye view of the world. All seen though Ian's eyes. I think he is the best of us. He is an inspiration and a pretty cool muse! Thank you for all the comments and considerations, Ian. The bright spot in my day.

  • Stephen Stirk (9/10/2009 9:11:00 AM)

    I'm delighted to comment on Ians work here on Poem Hunter. He is the sort of poet I always single out as having a unique and entertaining perspective. Poems full of imagination and poems unrivalled in their diversity. A true 21st century poet who writes with an imaginative flair, unrivalled honesty, and charming imagery. I much admire your work and talent Ian, and I am in absolute awe of the quantity, consistency and quality of your output.
    Best Regards

  • Catrina Heart (5/12/2009 3:22:00 AM)

    A poet having a fantastic imagination.....clever and creative, a wordsmith of time! ! !

  • ~ Jon London ~ (4/28/2009 6:55:00 AM)

    Ian's works have tender, sometimes mind stiring, rib tickling, heart pulling lines packed with flowing imagery that every reader of the finest poetry will enjoy.

    All the very best Ian

    Jon london

  • T S (4/10/2009 3:44:00 AM)

    I am such a fan of your Poems Ian!
    Humerous, well written and charming...
    Alway a pleasure to read,

    best wishes

  • Sivan P.G Menon (7/14/2008 4:27:00 AM)


    global..divide is between the haves & the have..nots....
    ....we have to start believing this..

    an..IAN touch....



  • Sivan P.G Menon (7/13/2008 3:31:00 AM)


    .. logical flow of expressions.. a distinct poetic' charm

    traces of humanness...



Best Poem of Ian Bowen

A Poem About Nothing

I want to write a poem about 'nothing'
(not an easy thing to do) .
I want to describe the emptiness
that I've found since I lost you.
The crashing waves of ecstasy
will me missing from my verse.
There will no expletive adjectives
or headless-chicken curse.
The glorification of life's scenery
will be omitted from this page.
I will not mention the 'seven wonders'
or some ancient, historic age.

I will simpy be negative
and just scribble what comes out.
Leave you hopelessly pondering...

what this poem is all about

Read the full of A Poem About Nothing

***dying Of Time***

Now in my grey-haired heart,
Flows the blood of seasons past.

Those pastoral beats, that once surged
In a sea of windmill leaves.

My haygold, harvest days, warmed
My cockles; all splashed in sun.

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