Pete Crowther

Rookie - 0 Points (Hull, East Yorkshire, England)

Pete Crowther Poems

41. The Grey-Eyed King (Trans. Of Anna Akhmatova) 11/17/2004
42. Mumab: The Mummified Man From Maryland 10/25/2004
43. Isis Reborn 10/25/2004
44. On Holding A Granite Pebble Found On The Beach 10/25/2004
45. Where They Hung The Monkey 10/25/2004
46. First Snow 12/30/2004
47. The Field 2/12/2006
48. On The Art Of War 9/10/2005
49. Hannah' S Poem For 2006 1/1/2006
50. Mrs. Sun 2/4/2006
51. Nature By Night 12/9/2005
52. Two Schuttelreims 2/22/2005
53. Moonrise 11/21/2004
54. High Tide At Night 11/17/2004
55. The Oil Painting 10/25/2004
56. Echoes Of Egyptian Goddesses 2/23/2005
57. War Of Words 2/25/2005
58. Gaping Ghyll 6/4/2006
59. Modern Poetry And Stuff 9/5/2006
60. God's Favourites 2/10/2007
61. Dogs 8/7/2006
62. Helpful Advice 4/20/2007
63. D/C; Or, A Net Surfer’s Frustration At Being Off-Line 7/13/2006
64. Poor Chap! 1/6/2008
65. A Word Of Advice 1/24/2008
66. Forget Me Not 5/20/2007
67. Life's Lesson 7/16/2006
68. Yaks Are Wonderful 7/31/2006
69. The Rat That Withdrew From The World (Trans. De La Fontaine) 10/25/2004
70. After-Care Of Your New Tattoo 5/9/2005
71. The World In A Teacup 10/25/2004
72. Do You Recall That Evening? (Trans. Of Count Alexei Tolstoi) 10/25/2004
73. The Christmas Crib 10/27/2004
74. Hymn To Diana (Trans. Of Catullus) 10/25/2004
75. Where Are They Now? 5/25/2005
76. Dancing In The Wind 2/25/2006
77. Dream Encounter 2/17/2005
78. If I Were 21 Today 2/22/2005
79. A View From My Window On A Late Sunday Afternoon In Winter 12/4/2005
80. Clean It Up 2/7/2006

Comments about Pete Crowther

  • Derek Germain (10/16/2006 1:38:00 AM)

    i'm not sure how i feel about your bons mots, but the rest of your poetry is awesome. It is unexplainable how great the poems are.

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  • Scarlett Treat (5/21/2006 10:33:00 PM)

    Pete, you are, without a doubt, one of the best pastoral poets I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Your work takes me out of myself into another world, one filled with joy of 'all things wise and wonderful, all things great and small.' Thank you for being kind enough to share your writing with me, and your insight into life as well. You are awsome, Pete.

  • Lori Boulard (1/16/2006 1:45:00 PM)

    Peter, I just want to let you know that whenever I feel like traveling, I end up among your poems. Each one is a little trip somewhere interesting, often pastoral, and always worth visiting. Thank you for them!

  • Amanda Lukas (12/12/2005 1:23:00 PM)

    Always refreshing to read your work, Peter. You have a wonderfully descriptive nature! Keep up the great work. Looking forward to reading new poems!

  • Louise Marie Delsanto (11/11/2005 10:55:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for reading me..Your poetry is quite beautiful..and you do have a talent for creative expression yourself...a pleasure reading you...

    louise

  • Philippa Lane (8/4/2005 1:38:00 AM)

    I do think you are an especially gifted poet. You capture precious moments in your life; much as you capture your precious moths - with design, passion and dedication to the job at hand. You make something ordinary, extraordinarily beautiful. Your titles are wonderful, and throughout each poem runs a vein of simplicity which, it seems to me, comes from a deep reverence for life.

  • Michael Tonkin (2/21/2005 8:42:00 AM)

    I am slowly making my way through your poems, and they all have something to say to me.
    I like 'A Fly In Amber' especially, I like the way it has existed from whenever and has seen all these wonderful moments.
    Anyone who knows what Eocene means deserves a medal, I had to look it up.

  • Michael Shepherd (2/12/2005 5:44:00 AM)

    Eat your heart out, Hallmark Cards! Hearty congratulations, Peter.

Best Poem of Pete Crowther

A Biker's Funeral

(In memory of Stephen (Reggie) Pearce
of Kilnsea,1980–2005)

The wind blows cold through the churchyard trees
and sadly tolls the passing bell
as mourners shuffle up the leaf-strewn
narrow path between the leaning stones.

He was just twenty-five, so young,
so full of life, and love of life
and laughter — killed outright one night
in a head-on crash on his motorbike.

From far and wide we’ve gathered here
to pay respect to our young friend.
I’ve never seen the church so full,
oh death, how can you be so cruel?

Who will forget this ...

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Nature By Night

Slowly the sun
sinks in the west
leaving the land
lonely, forlorn
lit only by
light of the moon.

Things of the night
shun what is bright.

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