Simon Armitage

(26 May 1963 / Marsden, West Yorkshire)

Comments about Simon Armitage

  • Rookie - 0 Points Jake Duquemin (10/8/2015 5:29:00 AM)

    I don't think this poem is fit for the target audience, please remove

    5 person liked.
    3 person did not like.
  • Rookie - 0 Points Jake Duquemin (10/8/2015 5:28:00 AM)

    I am extremely thrilled to have spent my time in English lessons reading and inspecting your poem. Kappa. (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ¯\_(ツ) _/¯ (ง ͠° ل͜ °) ง

  • Rookie - 0 Points Charlee-mai Mckane (10/8/2015 5:28:00 AM)

    a great poet! keep up the great work, i especially like 'a vision' simply magnificent!

  • Bronze Star - 2,825 Points Anthony Di''anno (6/20/2015 6:15:00 AM)

    Even though to me it seems quite wrong,
    congratulations on becoming an Oxford Don.

  • Rookie Keith Oldrey (12/12/2011 10:38:00 AM)

    ee bygum lad, thats a proper poem that is even if I have to say to say to say it myself. Regards Keith Oldrey

  • Rookie Helen Hassett (2/9/2005 5:44:00 AM)

    I like it very much and it touches certain grey areas in my background that have effected me.Appreciation of this poem to me is appearent.I love you, Marry Me.Love David x x x.

Best Poem of Simon Armitage

I Say I Say I Say

Anyone here had a go at themselves
for a laugh? Anyone opened their wrists
with a blade in the bath? Those in the dark
at the back, listen hard. Those at the front
in the know, those of us who have, hands up,
let's show that inch of lacerated skin
between the forearm and the fist. Let's tell it
like it is: strong drink, a crimson tidemark
round the tub, a yard of lint, white towels
washed a dozen times, still pink. Tough luck.
A passion then for watches, bangles, cuffs.
A likely story: you were lashed by brambles
picking berries from the woods. Come clean, ...

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The Golden Toddy

We hunted, swept the planet pole to pole
to capture a glimpse of that rare species.

Through a thermal lens we spotted a shoal,
picked up the trail of nuggety faeces,

then tagged the shiniest beast in the pride,
mounted a camera on its gleaming horn,
bolted a microphone into its hide.

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