We stand together as we remember the lost The wars they were present in, and all that it cost We stand in silence, as we remember them all We remember the...
Author - Dan Hooks
My poetry has many diverse themes from madness to the mundane, from fantasy and fable to philosophical and the darkness of reality (whatever that is).
I have been writing since I was 18 and have inspired other artists such as Benjamin Heine who created an piece of art work called”filled with fire” from my poem called “Freedom”. That poem was inspired from a quote from Nelson Mandela saying “we are free to be free”. Writing I find is a collaborative process.
I have also written other poems which have been used in language courses in America, Canada and Australia. One of which is called “poem on identity” and the other one is “Antithesis”.
I have a soundcloud account in which I post poems to music and my spoken word pieces. I find spreading my work on various social media platforms really useful for presenting my work.
I am also fond of travelling and have climbed Mount Fuji in Japan visited Finland skied in both USA in keystone Colorado and Whistler in Canada. I find perspective can be found in travelling to other countries and it also helps you appreciate other cultures as well your own.
https://alienpoet.com
https://soundcloud.com/alienpoet
As I stand here in the sunlight I feel so very alone I stare at the wreaths of poppies Propped up against the stone The stone that bears many local names Two...
The ones who stay behind and do not serve can never truly know what is put on the line by the soldiers who protect our way of life at their expense and fight...
Out of death comes a poppy red like blood the soldiers bled their sacrifice still shows In the red flowers that grow where they fought for our freedom. Someone...
Lying in the dirt of a no man’s zone dying and thinking of home tears trickling down my cheek a life born so strong and ending so weak I cannot...
The radio booms on speakers it’s enough to wake the dead zombies re attach their heads ghosts clammer for attention. What’s this dissenting dismal story ...
Red lips White paint hides death her grace, a butterflies wing life caught in her cold stare of her sting. All dressed in colours which catch the...
My imaginary friend or ghost of a little boy who had one eye green and one eye blue taken into special needs, not knowing why not having a clue. He asked me...
Broken windows Shattered glass Hell on earth, do you have to ask! Night time creatures come out to play moonlight fear has its way, owls howl, wolves growl...
In the whisperer of the nights breeze in the murmur of words she softly said I knew she wasn’t really dead in the movement of the trees outside, with their...
