Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Wilfred Owen Poems

81. Anthem For Doomed Youth 12/31/2002
82. Dulce Et Decorum Est 12/31/2002

Comments about Wilfred Owen

  • Exodus Eggroll (3/19/2018 7:02:00 AM)

    Wing wong big bong ting tong titty boy wallia egrol da best all de way home wing wong Wilfred Owen ist meiner wigga hyaaaaaa karate chop join exodus clan

    15 person liked.
    6 person did not like.
  • Child rapist (3/19/2018 6:42:00 AM)

    I raped your sisteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer

  • ben dover (3/19/2018 6:40:00 AM)

    fantastic poem, it is great i love it, amzing would read again gang

  • Emily Dickinson (3/19/2018 6:40:00 AM)

    Shut up shakey or i will shove my in your son

  • ben brown (3/19/2018 6:40:00 AM)

    i have no friends and am terrible at fortnite

  • xxxprogamerxx69 (3/19/2018 6:39:00 AM)

    can i get a heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaa

  • pornhub staff (3/19/2018 6:38:00 AM)

    you niggersstop being dip and suck meinem chockolat chode

  • ben brown (3/19/2018 6:38:00 AM)

    ihave a small no friend and a rat tail

  • William Wordsworth (3/19/2018 6:38:00 AM)

    you shakey im better than both of you

  • Wildred Own your mum (3/19/2018 6:38:00 AM)

    I was reading ya mum like a book

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

Le Christianisme

So the church Christ was hit and buried
Under its rubbish and its rubble.
In cellars, packed-up saints long serried,
Well out of hearing of our trouble.

One Virgin still immaculate
Smiles on for war to flatter her.
She's halo'd with an old tin hat,
But a piece of hell will batter her.

[Report Error]