Andrew Hamm

Rookie (Chesterfield, UK)

Andrew Hamm Poems

1. London Underground 4/3/2013
2. Emotional Haiku 4/15/2013
3. Rain 5/14/2013
4. Family Guy 5/16/2013
5. Lunch At Java 1/22/2014
6. Purple 2/5/2014
7. Faster Than A Speeding Bullet 3/31/2013
8. From Here To Soweto 7/26/2013
9. My Leg Is Broken 6/21/2013
10. Crying Emotions 4/13/2013
11. Headache 4/14/2013
12. The Metropolitan Line 3/27/2013
13. No One Came 7/27/2013
14. Trivial Pursuit 4/1/2013
15. Psychosis 3/24/2013
16. The Coming Of Spring 3/24/2013
17. What Is Hope? 3/24/2013
18. I Feel Low 3/25/2013
19. Boredom Relieved By Poetry 3/25/2013
20. Seven Pm At Tesco Extra 3/26/2013
21. Snow 3/24/2013
22. The Power Of Emotion 3/24/2013
23. Little Switzerland 3/24/2013
24. Daylight Fading 3/24/2013
25. I'M An Emo 3/24/2013
26. Joy Is A Stagnant Pond 4/1/2013
27. The Strangest Thing I Ever Stole 4/1/2013
28. Poetry 4/1/2013
29. Birdsong 4/6/2013
30. Elegy For A Non-Existant Twin 4/7/2013
31. Poetry Open-Mic 4/9/2013
32. Mourning The Non-Existant 4/11/2013
33. The Darkness 7/30/2013
34. I Shall Rise 8/2/2013
35. Mockery 8/6/2013
36. My Cat Is Fluent In Swedish 8/13/2013
37. Midnight At Green Hedges 8/15/2013
38. Manchester Trilogy 9/4/2013
39. Whitby 9/5/2013
40. Coffee With My Mother 9/8/2013
Best Poem of Andrew Hamm

London Underground

Going down the steps
Into the ticket office.
Walking past the queue of passengers
Lining up to buy a travelcard.
Smug look on my face:
I have an Oyster card.

Going through the barriers,
Then down the escalator.
“Stand on the right, ”
A hundred signs say.
Let others pass on the left
So they can quicker get away.

Down onto the platform,
Waiting for a train.
A train comes in.
“Mind the gap, ”
An announcement says,
As if the gap is a trap
To stop you going on your way.

At last, I get onto the train,
Find a seat then sit ...

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Daylight Fading

As daylight fades and daylight comes
It can seem so unreal.
The fortunes and dystopia
Can get quite surreal.
As time goes by and time goes on
The seatbelt may be broken;
But consider this, my friend and neighbor:
Life's a precious token.

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