Matthew Leggett

Matthew Leggett Poems

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The worn face slumbers behind cracked rims,
Breath rasps into broken lungs
And leaks back out in a wheeze. A moment seems
To hang like Old Spice, the grim
...

Men haven’t got a sense of emotion,
They shrink from love like shadows from a flame,
They cannot give all of their devotion
To one heart, one face, or one name.
...

Dusk settles, breathes beauty across the unfathomable sky,
Dissolves again to reveal the ever-changing constant of stars,
Their distance matched only by their closeness through my
Darkened window. The silent, unreflective mirror into which so many stares
...

Sitting alone on Sarah’s bench –
For everyone who loves the countryside –
I imagine her next to me. When
She sat where I sit now, beside
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This chiselled jaw conceals my wrinkles,
Inside I rot. Do they know their luck
That they can drink, smoke, f***,
Without a thought? Whilst I’m in peril,
...

Matthew Leggett Biography

I'm 17 years old, from Devon in UK, and most of my poems are inspired by Philip Larkin, who is an absolute legend. I guess alot of my poems might seem a little dark, but that's not an indication of what i'm like. Please don't think i'm some kind of emo or goth. It just seems that i'm better at writing poetry when i'm in a darker mood, i become more expressive and creative. that's why i don't have that many poems - I'm normally really happy and therefore suck! I also prefer to enjoy the good things in life, so I'm too busy to write about them!)

The Best Poem Of Matthew Leggett

Hero

The worn face slumbers behind cracked rims,
Breath rasps into broken lungs
And leaks back out in a wheeze. A moment seems
To hang like Old Spice, the grim
Realisation that the best has passed, death has come.

Medals wilt above the faded bureau,
Pictures curl in untouched frames
And show a smiling man. Forgotten hero,
Dying alone, on his own
With nothing but sinewy memories, escaped names.

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