Jack Growden

Rookie - 278 Points (1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Comments about Jack Growden

  • Rookie - 278 Points Jack Growden (10/17/2013 11:41:00 PM)

    Thank you Angela, I appreciate your feedback on my work!

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  • Rookie Angela Collins (10/17/2013 8:56:00 PM)

    congratulations on rising up the ranks Jack..

  • Rookie - 278 Points Jack Growden (10/15/2013 3:55:00 PM)

    Thank you sincerely Mr Parker. Such praise is really appreciated! Keep reading!

  • Rookie Chester Parker (10/15/2013 2:01:00 AM)

    Outstanding writing from a man so young! I would certainly be very hard-pressed to find a more interesting and prodigious young talent in my travels. Well done Jack!

  • Rookie - 278 Points Jack Growden (8/2/2013 6:34:00 PM)

    Thanks Jemima! Well I'm not too sure. I am only sixteen and thus have not lived through hard moments in life and been to inspiring places (other than Paris) . My thoughts are that some of my best poems are written spontaneously and with any inspiration. Hence is perhaps way I write on a massive variety of things. Sorry I couldn't answer you haha! Thanks for reading though! !

  • Rookie - 278 Points Jack Growden (8/1/2013 5:26:00 AM)

    If you enjoyed my poems please add me to your favourite poets list to keep up to date with my collection as it grows! ! Thanks, Jack

Best Poem of Jack Growden

The Willow

From a rolling hill in one green Essex field,
A splendid, sweeping vista was suddenly revealed.
Rays of sunlight appeared marking the advent of dawn,
Invigorating the gully below on this placid morn.
The autumn calm was quite crisp, but pleasantly mild,
As I drew a deep breath and simply smiled…

Ambling down the path that led to the glen below,
I caught the gentle scent of an English meadow.
Well-worn, the trail continued to meander
Through lush pastures of flowered oleander.
Towering modestly among stood the odd foreign teak,
Which by the tree further...

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The Angel

See here, the angel of this town,
A halo for her blessed crown.
With each year comes a fresh coat of paint
From the people to their strange old saint.

See here, the angel of this town,
Printed bold upon the orange and brown.
Haggard and worn but not lost of her face,
Refusing to yield her glorious place.

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