Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen Poems

1. Roundel 11/5/2015
2. A Palinode 10/31/2015
3. Sonnet To My Friend - With An Identity Disc 4/1/2010
4. Song Of Songs 4/1/2010
5. Maundy Thursday 4/1/2010
6. Sonnet: On Seeing A Piece Of Our Heavy Artillery Brought Into Action 4/1/2010
7. Shadwell Stair 4/1/2010
8. On My Songs 4/1/2010
9. The Calls [unfinished] 1/1/2004
10. Antaeus: [a Fragment] 4/1/2010
11. O World Of Many Worlds 4/1/2010
12. My Shy Hand 4/1/2010
13. Storm 4/1/2010
14. Spells And Incantations 1/3/2003
15. The Calls 1/3/2003
16. On Seeing A Piece Of Our Artillery Brought Into Action 1/3/2003
17. The Unreturning 4/1/2010
18. Preface 1/3/2003
19. Music 1/3/2003
20. Uriconium: An Ode 1/3/2003
21. Training 1/3/2003
22. Red Lips Are Not So Red 1/1/2004
23. Six O'Clock In Princes Street 1/3/2003
24. The Parable Of The Young Man And The Old 1/3/2003
25. Has Your Soul Sipped? 1/3/2003
26. On Seeing A Piece Of Our Heavy Artillery Brought Into Action 12/31/2002
27. Le Christianisme 1/3/2003
28. The Kind Ghosts 1/3/2003
29. I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson 1/3/2003
30. Miners 1/3/2003
31. Hospital Barge At Cerisy 1/1/2004
32. The Chances 12/31/2002
33. The Dead-Beat 12/31/2002
34. Hospital Barge 1/3/2003
35. Beauty: [notes For An Unfinished Poem] 1/1/2004
36. Happiness 1/3/2003
37. Smile, Smile, Smile 12/31/2002
38. The Roads Also 1/3/2003
39. From My Diary, July 1914 4/1/2010
40. The Show 12/31/2002

Comments about Wilfred Owen

  • Mariah Leblanc (12/11/2017 11:47:00 AM)

    Wilfred is the GOAT I fricken love that guy? ? ? ?

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  • Mikael (11/29/2017 1:20:00 PM)

    very good work i like it well done

  • sinegua (11/27/2017 4:31:00 AM)

    could add more facts

  • Emily (11/26/2017 2:17:00 PM)

    Could u add more facts.it would really help.

  • A WEIRD PERSON (11/15/2017 8:54:00 AM)

    HOIIIIIIII EVERY ONE IM A HUMAN OR AM I

  • James (11/13/2017 7:33:00 AM)

    Good poetry and the other ones are great but it doesn't work for me.

  • Alex Olejniczak (9/21/2017 2:48:00 AM)

    The poems written by this man show both his amazing talent to write them, and how severe the war was. Lets just hope there isn't a WW3

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/1/2017 10:27:00 AM)

    A great poet of that time indeed.
    Loved every poem I have gone through.
    Thanks poet.

  • Harry Keegan (8/4/2014 6:19:00 PM)

    Themes of wilfred Owen War Poems.
    Pity Of Wars- Owen poems convey his genuine feelings for soldiers as they are caught up in the pity of war. Here are soldiers experience extreme destructivness; destruction of civilisation, destruction of the landscape, and very importantly, the destructive effect war can have on the human soul, this is particularly evident through poems such as strange meeting, Owen does not portray anger as the enemy he is angry at the people who are sending them to war, who are affectively his superior and his rulers of the country, he is angry at the people who are sending him to war because of the lost of lives.

  • Nikita Priyadharshini Jawahar (7/16/2014 8:44:00 PM)

    wonderful poem, yeah I like it

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.- ...

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Hospital Barge

Budging the sluggard ripples of the Somme,
A barge round old Cérisy slowly slewed.
Softly her engines down the current screwed,
And chuckled softly with contented hum,
Till fairy tinklings struck their croonings dumb.
The waters rumpling at the stern subdued;
The lock-gate took her bulging amplitude;
Gently from out the gurgling lock she swum.

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