Matthew Holloway

Gold Star - 18,762 Points (10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

Matthew Holloway
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Born in 1978 and raised in the small town of Winsford in the northwest of England.

Writing poetry since 1996 and forever developing a stlye of writing which suits the self. Inspired by music, film and life.

What is more than can be said as I write of myself, A lover of poetry who lives to write, Awake in late hour of night, Dreaming of a love to which I shall forever recite.

Favourite poets include. John Keats, Percy Bysche Shelly, Lord Byron, Anne Sexton, Slyvia plath

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  • The Truth(5/31/2019 4:15:00 AM)

    This poet is telling us the truth in his poems.

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  • The Reaper(5/31/2019 4:14:00 AM)

    Wonderfulness is in all his words.

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  • Pradur Sahib(5/29/2019 7:30:00 PM)

    Wonderfully creative poet.

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  • Bide Your Time(5/29/2019 7:29:00 PM)

    Your star is on the ascendant. I promise.

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  • Nash Thomas Nash Thomas(12/9/2018 11:18:00 AM)

    I heard many songs written by Mathew Holloway. Very brief and so smooth. Happy to see such a nice writing. I will read the same in detailed way and will submit my comment on each poem. I like the writing style. An administrator with a vision to mingle with people hide in the poem. You will be noted and your writing will be honored by the public.

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  • Kayoko Kan(7/28/2012 5:48:00 PM)

    A beautiful heart lies within your poems - peace and happiness to you

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Best Poem of Matthew Holloway

A Kings Wealth

Alone in a stately mansion
With all the trappings of wealth
A king resides here
Within his gilded cage
The empty halls, ghost filled
Where shadows whisper
There are none here
None to keep comfort
None to love
The fire in the hearth
Cackles and spits
Breaking the silence
Which otherwise holds all
The king
For all his possessions
The palatial residence
The antiques and paintings
The cars and jewellery
Is the poorest of all
For this home of grander
Is a prison of his nature

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