Poetry by Mark Lawrence

I've no pretentions to being a poet. However, I do write poems. The ones listed below selected themselves by virtue of having been stolen and presented on the internet as the works of other people. I think if they're good enough for people to want to plagiarize, then they're good enough for me to own up to.

Shouting for the Echo

Empty room,

Bare boards,

Sixty watt sun.


Years have counted here,

Upon my face,

Counted on my stranger’s fingers,

Enumerating lazy days.


And I have let the minutes pass,

Hours slip,

Moments slide,

The tide has turned,

Burned upon the shoreline,

The ashes of a past,

And I’m waving,

Drawn to sea,


Not for you,

Not for me,

Just shouting for the echo.