Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Comments about Wilfred Owen

  • Crusty cheese (5/17/2018 7:14:00 PM)

    man i really need a shower

    2 person liked.
    4 person did not like.
  • harry (5/16/2018 8:45:00 AM)

    very interesting! ! I really love him very much

  • plinky plonk (5/8/2018 6:01:00 AM)

    major oof oof oof oof oof oof

  • Jon Holloway Jon Holloway (4/7/2018 4:41:00 PM)

    I went to the same school as Wilfred Owen in Birkenhead, our motto was Doctus in se semper divitias habet which is how it appeared on our badges, however our Latin teacher said that it should be doctus in se semper divitias habet which means A man with learning is rich inside. Clearly there was a large gap between our respective attendances! We were read Wilfred Owens poetry at assembly from time to time which was narrated very well and seeped into my soul.

  • foiopdsijog (3/26/2018 8:32:00 AM)

    i absolutely love this man

  • ugandan knuckles (3/22/2018 7:35:00 PM)

    do you kno de wae? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

  • masturbation additction (3/21/2018 10:00:00 PM)

    I love midget there short stumpy legs remind me of fat chode

  • Malcom Turnbull (3/21/2018 9:55:00 PM)

    for de good time add madden016 on snapchat ;)

  • tony abbot (3/21/2018 9:54:00 PM)

    your dad is the best kisser

  • Stephen Hawking (3/19/2018 7:08:00 AM)

    Were both in heaven my dude, enjoy my science work so you I can enjoy ya poems MICROSOFT SHUTDOWN BADUMDEDUMDUM

Best Poem of Wilfred Owen

Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.- ...

Read the full of Dulce Et Decorum Est

Inspection

'You! What d'you mean by this?' I rapped.
'You dare come on parade like this?'
'Please, sir, it's-' ''Old yer mouth,' the sergeant snapped.
'I takes 'is name, sir?'-'Please, and then dismiss.'

Some days 'confined to camp' he got,
For being 'dirty on parade'.
He told me, afterwards, the damnèd spot
Was blood, his own. 'Well, blood is dirt,' I said.

[Report Error]