Our Morrissey Poetry

[dom]

Dear all.

I invite you to do something debatably sac-religious, and certainly very difficult. I would love to hear some poetry / creative writing based on or inspired by Morrissey and / or his lyrics.

It may involve going very deep, or not very deep at all. It may involve personal exposure and pain, or the complete opposite. However you feel you can or want to express and react to / for Morrissey, through your own poetic words (and I stress, poetry does not have to be rhyme and rhythm, it is anything within us, but i believe it MUST be genuine, i think, personaly.)

With this in mind, could i make one HUUUGE request, to the moderators. With the uptmost respect to you, please leave this thread where it is, as i would really LOVE to keep peoples words on this thread as a memento from fellow fans. Yes, this is a selfish request, but there is nothing i love more than unpublished authors of poetry and expression, and i would love my own thread because of it.

....

A quilled pen beneath my bed
It writhed and then it scribed
red blood minced minds
messy kisses intertwined

could you ever grab at me
clinging to me desperately
sweaty in your mothers arms
mmm mothers arms

but you’ll never go back
looking to me back to back
skin is touching
im over that
I bleed and rot
Fumble at my dress and top

Bring me here
Restless in a motherly frame
But your eyes are pale
and you face is grey again

But I can't say we are desperate

Husbands and wives
Attraction thrives

On bended knee
I beseech thee

I beseech thee

.....

[nogodsnomasters85]

"Poets float they're ideas along on the carriage of rhythm, for without it they could not walk."-Nietzsche

[dom]

"Poets float they're ideas along on the carriage of rhythm, for without it they could not walk."-Nietzsche

Great author Nietzsche, but what about your own words? I made my own example above that i made, it doesnt have to be anything like that, but how about expression in your own words. What does Morrissey make you feel, how would Morrissey want you to feel?

I have a feeling that, after 90 views of this post and only one post that people aren't particularly enthused by the idea. As i said, it doesn't matter if not, was just a suggestion and experimental opening if people wanted to.

[Robert Neville]

I'm not sure if this counts


I hate myspace
I hate facebook
I hate bebo
I hate all three
But that doesn’t matter
Because I love Morrissey

I hate chavs
I hate punks
I hate indie kids
That look all the same
I hate all three
But I do love Morrissey

I hate The Stones
I hate The Beatles
I Hate The Sex Pistols
I don’t really
But I love Steven Patrick Morrissey

I hate kids that think
They’re cool
I hate people
That live and breathe
They depress me
But not like Morrissey


I love Morrissey
I Love Morrissey
I LOVE MORRISSEY

[Not Right in the Head]

I hate The Stones
I hate The Beatles
I Hate The Sex Pistols
I don’t really
But I love Steven Patrick Morrissey

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[Robert Neville]

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LOL! so did i...

[mauve21]

Morrissey is so much more than people believe and so much less
than he thinks he is.
Morrissey is the epitome of poetic justice.
Morrissey is the perfect juxtaposition on the emotional grid
between agony and ecstasy.
Morrissey is a handsome erudite gentleman.
Morrissey keeps his nails clean.
When I sleep, sometimes I see him in a dream.

That's only one of them!

[Practising Troublemaker]

I shall set myself the task of writing a poem/ lyrics involving as many Moz lines as I can.

Love PTxx.

[Wit-and-Wisdom]

Has anyone else on here found themselves writing lyrics or rhymes then realising...oh these are oh so Morrissey? On purpose or purposelessly on purpose, i have found myself doing it one or few times and feel like a right silly sausage, needless to say they go in the bin straight away however I've recovered an example. It is:

"Another drunken hour,
To hide the fact you're dour
But don't stop on my behalf
Drink, drink, drink more
Try and force a laugh
Try and hit the floor.
And if you can't dance or sing
Or have no interest to bring
There's more gin, to devour
Devour, Devour, Devour
And you shan't be dour"


I am curious to see if i am a lone soldier and to read your imitations of Moz's lyrics.

ta:)

[platforms]

I don't think it's possible to use the word dour anymore without sounding like Morrissey!

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

Has anyone else on here found themselves writing lyrics or rhymes then realising...oh these are oh so Morrissey?

Yeah, in high school. Now I stick to prose. ;)

[iamkali62]

I'm not sure if this counts


I hate myspace
I hate facebook
I hate bebo
I hate all three
But that doesn’t matter
Because I love Morrissey

I hate chavs
I hate punks
I hate indie kids
That look all the same
I hate all three
But I do love Morrissey

I hate The Stones
I hate The Beatles
I Hate The Sex Pistols
I don’t really
But I love Steven Patrick Morrissey

I hate kids that think
They’re cool
I hate people
That live and breathe
They depress me
But not like Morrissey


I love Morrissey
I Love Morrissey
I LOVE MORRISSEY

Now, THAT made me chortle! Good one! :D

[iamkali62]

Morrissey is so much more than people believe and so much less
than he thinks he is.
Morrissey is the epitome of poetic justice.
Morrissey is the perfect juxtaposition on the emotional grid
between agony and ecstasy.
Morrissey is a handsome erudite gentleman.
Morrissey keeps his nails clean.
When I sleep, sometimes I see him in a dream.

That's only one of them!

I love the line, "Morrissey is the perfect juxtaposition on the emotional grid" GREAT LINE! As far as his nails go, I agree. I have this thing about hands. When I meet a man, one of the first things I check out is the condition of his hands and nails. Dirty long nails on a man (or woman) turns me right off. Anyway, I love that line! :D

[iamkali62]

Dear all.

I invite you to do something debatably sac-religious, and certainly very difficult. I would love to hear some poetry / creative writing based on or inspired by Morrissey and / or his lyrics.

It may involve going very deep, or not very deep at all. It may involve personal exposure and pain, or the complete opposite. However you feel you can or want to express and react to / for Morrissey, through your own poetic words (and I stress, poetry does not have to be rhyme and rhythm, it is anything within us, but i believe it MUST be genuine, i think, personaly.)

With this in mind, could i make one HUUUGE request, to the moderators. With the uptmost respect to you, please leave this thread where it is, as i would really LOVE to keep peoples words on this thread as a memento from fellow fans. Yes, this is a selfish request, but there is nothing i love more than unpublished authors of poetry and expression, and i would love my own thread because of it.

....

A quilled pen beneath my bed
It writhed and then it scribed
red blood minced minds
messy kisses intertwined

could you ever grab at me
clinging to me desperately
sweaty in your mothers arms
mmm mothers arms

but you’ll never go back
looking to me back to back
skin is touching
im over that
I bleed and rot
Fumble at my dress and top

Bring me here
Restless in a motherly frame
But your eyes are pale
and you face is grey again

But I can't say we are desperate

Husbands and wives
Attraction thrives

On bended knee
I beseech thee

I beseech thee

.....

Dom, really, really good imagery. And you're right. Poetry has no rules. Some people think a poem isn't a poem if it doesn't rhyme. That's crap. It comes from deep inside of you.

[iamkali62]

Dom, really, really good imagery. And you're right. Poetry has no rules. Some people think a poem isn't a poem if it doesn't rhyme. That's crap. It comes from deep inside of you. I think this exercise is even more difficult than my flash fiction project! Writing about Morrissey is such a very personal, delicate thing, and I'm not sure if I could compose something without sounding too soppy.

[mauve21]

Dear all.

I invite you to do something debatably sac-religious, and certainly very difficult. I would love to hear some poetry / creative writing based on or inspired by Morrissey and / or his lyrics.

It may involve going very deep, or not very deep at all. It may involve personal exposure and pain, or the complete opposite. However you feel you can or want to express and react to / for Morrissey, through your own poetic words (and I stress, poetry does not have to be rhyme and rhythm, it is anything within us, but i believe it MUST be genuine, i think, personaly.)

With this in mind, could i make one HUUUGE request, to the moderators. With the uptmost respect to you, please leave this thread where it is, as i would really LOVE to keep peoples words on this thread as a memento from fellow fans. Yes, this is a selfish request, but there is nothing i love more than unpublished authors of poetry and expression, and i would love my own thread because of it.

....

A quilled pen beneath my bed
It writhed and then it scribed
red blood minced minds
messy kisses intertwined

could you ever grab at me
clinging to me desperately
sweaty in your mothers arms
mmm mothers arms

but you’ll never go back
looking to me back to back
skin is touching
im over that
I bleed and rot
Fumble at my dress and top

Bring me here
Restless in a motherly frame
But your eyes are pale
and you face is grey again

But I can't say we are desperate

Husbands and wives
Attraction thrives

On bended knee
I beseech thee

I beseech thee

.....

Truly amazing....... I like it..:guitar:

[girlwiththorn]

Hi everyone,
Here's something I wrote:

Ask me, ask me, ask me,
Why do I come here?
And why do I hang around,
Where Hector was the first of the gang,
With a gun in his hand?

I was looking for a job,
Then I found a job,
Some men here, they have a special interest,
In my career. They just want me to grow.
But frankly, Mr. Shankly,
Heaven knows I'm miserable now.

In my life,
Where there's music and there's people,
And they're young and alive,
You're the one for me, Fatty.
My dearest love, let me kiss you.

[treygar]

A dreaded summer day
So I lurk at moz-solo
As usual I am alone

No one here seems to be witty
Though a mixture of young and old
Could be American culture
Taking hold

I don't understand
They pout and whine
When I'm a sarcastic swine
It confuddles me because
They all have a passion just like mine

And that passion is
We all like to stand in line
Oh, oh
We all spend half our life in line.

[mauve21]

A dreaded summer day
So I lurk at moz-solo
As usual I am alone

No one here seems to be witty
Though a mixture of young and old
Could be American culture
Taking hold

I don't understand
They pout and whine
When I'm a sarcastic swine
It confuddles me because
They all have a passion just like mine

And that passion is
We all like to stand in line
Oh, oh
We all spend half our life in line.
"confuddle" that's cute!

[Paris Hilton]

Morrissey is hot
But I am much hotter
I swear I've never done it
With an otter

[oscillate wildly]

Morrissey is hot
But I am much hotter
I swear I've never done it
With an otter

I knew you were secretly a genius!

[Paris Hilton]

I knew you were secretly a genius!

Aw, thanks! Here's another one!

There were some bad people on my flight
There were some bad people on my flight
They were drinking all the gins and rums and miller lights
Bad, bad people on my flight

[PregnantForTheLastTime]

Aw, thanks! Here's another one!

There were some bad people on my flight
There were some bad people on my flight
They were drinking all the gins and rums and miller lights
Bad, bad people on my flight

I think I was on that flight once. Good one, Wor- I mean, P-Hiddy.

[sweet and tender hooligan]

I've never really shared any of my poetry before so it would be nice to hear what people think::)

"Life,
Life!
Oh My God "

Your blessed touch
saved my life,
changed it in
so many ways,
that only you could!

Your eyes twinkled
with a glint of pride.
You reached out to me
as i do to you
at every isolated midnight.

They acussed you
raped you of pride
tried to paint
your golden words black.

But to me you will always be....
My God.
My philosophy.
My Darling.
Darling!
My Morrissey!