William Arthur
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The view from down SouthA Poem by William ArthurA poem written in the south while Sheffield was blanketed in snow. |
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Who snapchats anyway?A Poem by William ArthurBrief insincere reflection upon social media culture. |
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JumpA Poem by William ArthurJump You go to poke your finger in my mouth as I yawn at the breakfast tableand I think: what if I just threw my tea down your front? .. |
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A poor attempt at profundity, or —As the crow..A Poem by William ArthurThis is my attempt at a more traditinal kind of poetry, an imagined scene from an aerial perspective over a bleak Sheffield. |
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DirtbagA Poem by William ArthurA cheap second hand book from Amazon starts a trail of thought... |
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Clichés I can do withoutA Poem by William ArthurImagine all those bad lyrics you hear in pop songs about love, now stick two fingers up at them. |
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Antipathy for Wednesday night CorpA Poem by William ArthurRuminations in a school disco club night in Sheffield at Corporation |
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Happy HourA Poem by William ArthurPhilosophy winds up in an inevitable dead end. |
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Poetry?A Poem by William ArthurTwo people talking, both pretentious, both naive, both holding a grain of truth. |
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This is Poetry?A Book by William ArthurThis is my first collection of poetry collated for my MA submission. I'm looking to submit poems to magazines/journals... if you enjoyed my poetry, p.. |
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