Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen Poems

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

Comments about Wilfred Owen

  • Prabir Gayen Prabir Gayen (12/14/2018 1:06:00 AM)

    Lovely poet of beautiful heart....

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  • boi.. (12/3/2018 5:27:00 AM)

    You: hey birb, you want som seed?
    Birb: YOSH
    You: WOOPS (Drops seed in bin)

  • Tijn Vaessen (12/3/2018 2:23:00 AM)

    Honestly, what a beautiful poem. I've got tears in my eyes when I first saw it. I'm black, so these poems really speak to me. My people have been oppressed for way too long, and Wilfred Owen shows that our struggle has led to a better future. Every night, as I smoke a dank wierie, I read this poem. Absolutely wonderful.

  • 6ix9ine (11/27/2018 5:45:00 AM)

    i cant wait to drop the soap

  • commenter (11/19/2018 6:12:00 PM)

    people can be really disrespectful, wow man

  • JohnO (11/18/2018 7:01:00 PM)

    There really are some sick minds in this world and it seems most of them are leaving comments here.

  • afdhwwww (11/16/2018 6:16:00 AM)

    be respectful for the war

  • Jeff bangladesh (11/12/2018 1:02:00 PM)

    Pubg is for losers that are gay and sickness

  • AndyE (11/7/2018 7:34:00 AM)

    Play Up Play Up, is a great Pro War poem pro war poem, completely playing down any negatives.

  • dan in the van (11/6/2018 5:55:00 AM)

    I pick up and run over disabled people

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


This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak
of them. Nor is it about deeds or lands, nor anything about glory, honour,
dominion or power,
except War.
Above all, this book is not concerned with Poetry.
The subject of it is War, and the pity of War.
The Poetry is in the pity.
Yet these elegies are not to this generation,
This is in no sense consolatory.

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