Pete Crowther

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

Pete Crowther Poems

81. Taken Ill When Abroad; Or, My Drozhky Driver Has Been Struck By Lightning* 1/3/2006
82. Matins 9/14/2005
83. Oh, Be My Valentine (Acrostic Sonnet) 2/14/2006
84. The Photographic Competition 10/19/2005
85. Diminishing Returns 7/6/2005
86. Whose Is This Hand I See Before Me? 11/9/2005
87. Sea Dreams 10/26/2004
88. Our Earthly Condition 11/17/2004
89. A Special Low-Cost Shuttle 1/4/2005
90. The World, The Flesh, And The Devil 7/16/2006
91. Empathy 9/3/2006
92. Sometimes It Is Good To Gaze Upon The Stars 11/7/2006
93. Poor Kilnsea 9/27/2005
94. The Parasitology Exam 11/11/2005
95. St. Gura’el — Patron Saint Of Motorists 4/15/2006
96. Home-Thoughts From A Broad 5/21/2006
97. I Have Not Gone Away 10/25/2004
98. On Death's Road (Trans. Of Henri Michaux) 11/17/2004
99. A Spell To Bring A Loved One Home 5/5/2005
100. Hypochondriac 6/29/2005
101. At Four O'Clock This Afternoon 12/11/2005
102. Is It You, Dad? 1/22/2006
103. After Rain 12/7/2005
104. April 10/25/2004
105. In Other Words - 'shut Your Gob! ' 2/26/2006
106. The Six O'Clock News 5/30/2005
107. Schadenfreude 5/30/2005
108. Grendel's Mother 10/26/2004
109. Relax, Enjoy, Be Merry! 6/4/2006
110. On Speaking French 4/27/2006
111. Useless 10/29/2005
112. Our Little Bethany 7/8/2005
113. Walking Home From The Pub Along A Country Road By A Wide River Estuary At Night 7/1/2007
114. Gimme A Camel 12/14/2006
115. The Milky Way 12/30/2006
116. Spring — It Is Icumen In 2/4/2007
117. Blood On The Floor 8/20/2006
118. Neonlit Apples 3/10/2005
119. Fresh Sea Breeze 7/13/2006
120. Persephone In Springtime 11/18/2004

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...


  • 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 ...

Read the full of A Biker's Funeral


Like a young girl
Running barefoot
Across the dewy fields
And meadows,
So April comes—
Welcome as the cowslips,
Fresh as the first lambs of spring.

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