Ian Bowen

Ian Bowen Poems

81. Summoned To The Top Floor* 2/18/2010
82. Done And Dusted* 2/18/2010
83. Soon The Light Will Fold* 2/19/2010
84. Cool In The Forest (Haiku) 2/19/2010
85. Must We Now Rename Love? 2/19/2010
86. A Sign Of The Times* 2/20/2010
87. Long As A Vet's Glove 2/20/2010
88. The Shadow Chaser* 2/20/2010
89. It Was Still Warm* 2/20/2010
90. The Ingredients Of Ink 2/20/2010
91. Orgasmic Noises (Haiku) 2/20/2010
92. ***my Dream Girl*** 2/18/2010
93. Enough To Make You Cry 2/18/2010
94. Morning Birth 2/19/2010
95. Beyond The Window* 2/19/2010
96. Beyond The Foyer 2/21/2010
97. Left In The Dark 2/21/2010
98. Mum, I Have Joined A Poetry Site* 2/21/2010
99. Brush A Blush* 2/22/2010
100. Resting In Velvet* 2/22/2010
101. Above A Sleeping World 2/22/2010
102. Credit Cards*** 2/22/2010
103. Pink And Erect* 2/22/2010
104. Lake 2/23/2010
105. ...And You 2/24/2010
106. ***shopping With An Angel*** 2/24/2010
107. Achieved 2/24/2010
108. While Sleeping 2/21/2010
109. After Valentine 2/18/2010
110. A Merry Widow 2/3/2010
111. ***the Grasslands Of Tranquility*** 1/7/2010
112. Did I Just Step On A Bluebell? 2/10/2010
113. ***i Remember Crying In My Sleep*** 2/16/2010
114. My Very First Love 2/8/2010
115. Returning To The Childhood Home 2/5/2010
116. Having Made The Error 2/5/2010
117. Mind Fill (For Lynda Robson) 2/5/2010
118. My Best Seller 2/1/2010
119. Conceived 1/31/2010
120. Do You Remember Summer? 2/1/2010

Comments about Ian Bowen

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

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

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  • 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...



  • Lynda Robson (1/25/2008 6:09:00 AM)

    I am a great fan of Ian's poetry. He has a way of expressing his thoughts, whatever the theme. I would recommend anyone taking a look at Ian's work, I'm sure they won't be disappointed.
    I echo Will's words.

  • Will Barber (4/10/2007 5:00:00 AM)

    Ian Bowen's poetry moves through concrete, particular images to the universal. Whether he writes of boyhood or of his mature years, a constant theme emerges - deeply felt experiences, expressed compactly in in vivid, utterly convincing detail.

    Pathos, humor, and sheer narrative skill distinguish his verses - deeply felt, and eloquently expressed.

Best Poem of Ian Bowen

Nature's Repetition*

Time lays dry in the fields
as a long Summer gasps
in choking clouds
of windswept polen.
The tall grasses
bow and wave goodbye
to this years seeds
as they float, then land
on the empty, arid spaces
of a new land.

Like unborn children
they are nourished
in natures womb.
The cord; their roots,
that feed and suck
on the sustinance;
bequithed by
dead ancectors, who
died on the crosses
of last years harvest.

Read the full of Nature's Repetition*

Traces (Haiku)

On fields calm with snow
Footprints follow their masters
Casts... of having been

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