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Famous Easy Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Easy poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous easy poems. These examples illustrate what a famous easy poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...kens even in saying that— 
What coin of God has he to pay the toll
To peace on earth? Good will to men—oh, yes! 
That’s easy; and it means no more than sap, 
Until we boil the water out of it 
Over the fire of sacrifice. I’ll do it; 
And in a measurable way I’ve done it—
But not for him. What are you smiling at? 
Well, so it went until a day in June. 
We were together under an old elm, 
Which now, I hope, is gone—though it’s a crime 
In me that I should have to wi...Read more of this...



by Dickinson, Emily
...n wheels of snow
Till I was out of sight, in sound,
The House encore me so—

Nor any know I know the Art
I mention—easy—Here—
Nor any Placard boast me—
It's full as Opera—

341

After great pain, a formal feeling comes—
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs—
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round—
Or Ground, or Air, or Ought—
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, l...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...on through the mist of the marshes."
Then, with a smile of content, thus answered Basil the blacksmith,
Taking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fireside:--
"Benedict Bellefontaine, thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad!
Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou, when others are filled with
Gloomy forebodings of ill, and see only ruin before them.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe."
Pausing a moment, to take the pipe that Evangeline...Read more of this...

by Dickinson, Emily
...How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom

Keeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little Child
And perish of the cold....Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...
And more exultant power, - this indeed
Could we but reach it were to find the last, the perfect creed.

Ah! it was easy when the world was young
To keep one's life free and inviolate,
From our sad lips another song is rung,
By our own hands our heads are desecrate,
Wanderers in drear exile, and dispossessed
Of what should be our own, we can but feed on wild unrest.

Somehow the grace, the bloom of things has flown,
And of all men we are most wretched who
Must live ea...Read more of this...



by Byron, George (Lord)
...er here 
To one, who, wert thou noble, were thy peer, 
But as thou wast and art — nay, frown not, lord, 
If false, 'tis easy to disprove the word — 
But as thou wast and art, on thee looks down, 
Distrusts thy smiles, but shakes not at thy frown. 
Art thou not he? whose deeds — " 

"Whate'er I be, 
Words wild as these, accusers like to thee, 
I list no further; those with whom they weigh 
May hear the rest, nor venture to gainsay 
The wondrous tale no doubt thy tongue can...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...ight to Chatham to increase the fear. 

There our sick ships unrigged in summer lay 
Like moulting fowl, a weak and easy prey, 
For whose strong bulk earth scarce could timber find, 
The ocean water, or the heavens wind-- 
Those oaken giants of the ancient race, 
That ruled all seas and did our Channel grace. 
The conscious stag so, once the forest's dread, 
Flies to the wood and hides his armless head. 
Ruyter forthwith a squadron does untack; 
They sail securely...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...and I approve 
Your fealty to the aggregated greatness 
Of him you lean on while he leans on you. 

HAMILTON

This easy phrasing is a game of yours
That you may win to lose. I beg your pardon, 
But you that have the sight will not employ 
The will to see with it. If you did so, 
There might be fewer ditches dug for others 
In your perspective; and there might be fewer
Contemporary motes of prejudice 
Between you and the man who made the dust. 
Call him a geni...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...Insulting, and pursued us through the Deep, 
With what compulsion and laborious flight 
We sunk thus low? Th' ascent is easy, then; 
Th' event is feared! Should we again provoke 
Our stronger, some worse way his wrath may find 
To our destruction, if there be in Hell 
Fear to be worse destroyed! What can be worse 
Than to dwell here, driven out from bliss, condemned 
In this abhorred deep to utter woe! 
Where pain of unextinguishable fire 
Must exercise us without hope of end...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...
Of my celestial patroness, who deigns 
Her nightly visitation unimplor'd, 
And dictates to me slumbering; or inspires 
Easy my unpremeditated verse: 
Since first this subject for heroick song 
Pleas'd me long choosing, and beginning late; 
Not sedulous by nature to indite 
Wars, hitherto the only argument 
Heroick deem'd chief mastery to dissect 
With long and tedious havock fabled knights 
In battles feign'd; the better fortitude 
Of patience and heroick martyrdom 
Unsung; ...Read more of this...

by Ashbery, John
...are things as they are today
Before one's shadow ever grew
Out of the field into thoughts of tomorrow.

Tomorrow is easy, but today is uncharted,
Desolate, reluctant as any landscape
To yield what are laws of perspective
After all only to the painter's deep
Mistrust, a weak instrument though
Necessary. Of course some things
Are possible, it knows, but it doesn't know
Which ones. Some day we will try
To do as many things as are possible
And perhaps we shall succeed...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
..., 
The butter-color’d chips flying off in great flakes and slivers, 
The limber motion of brawny young arms and hips in easy costumes;
The constructor of wharves, bridges, piers, bulk-heads, floats, stays against the sea; 
—The city fireman—the fire that suddenly bursts forth in the close-pack’d square, 
The arriving engines, the hoarse shouts, the nimble stepping and daring, 
The strong command through the fire-trumpets, the falling in line, the rise and fall of
 the
 arms
 ...Read more of this...

by Masefield, John
...
I thought, "Your sprained thumb's crocked again." 
So I got strength and Bill gave ground, 
And that round was an easy round. 

During the wait my Jimmy said, 

What's making Billy fight so dead? 
He's all to pieces. Is he blown?" 
"His thumb's out." 
"No? Then it's your own. 
It's all your own, but don't be rash 
He's got the goods if you've got the cash, 
And what one hand can do he'll do. 
Be careful this next round or two."

Time. There w...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...remember patting while it carried her,
The day she arrived and the Duke married her.
And, do you know, though it's easy deceiving
Oneself in such matters, I can't help believing
The lady had not forgotten it either,
And knew the poor devil so much beneath her
Would have been only too glad for her service
To dance on hot ploughshares like a Turk dervise,
But, unable to pay proper duty where owing it,
Was reduced to that pitiful method of showing it:
For though the moment ...Read more of this...

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...ly done;
So mighty is the beauty that doth woo,
So vast the joy that love from love hath won. 
God's love to win is easy, for He loveth
Desire's fair attitude, nor strictly weighs
The broken thing, but all alike approveth
Which love hath aim'd at Him: that is heaven's praise:
And if we look for any praise on earth,
'Tis in man's love: all else is nothing worth. 

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O flesh and blood, comrade to tragic pain
And clownish merriment whose sense could wake
Sermons in ston...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...d menials old.'
     XXIX.

     The mistress of the mansion came,
     Mature of age, a graceful dame,
     Whose easy step and stately port
     Had well become a princely court,
     To whom, though more than kindred knew,
     Young Ellen gave a mother's due.
     Meet welcome to her guest she made,
     And every courteous rite was paid
     That hospitality could claim,
     Though all unasked his birth and name.
     Such then the reverence to a guest,
  ...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...ood on high
And faced alone the sky, 
Whatever drove or lured or guided him,— 
A vision answering a faith unshaken, 
An easy trust assumed of easy trials, 
A sick negation born of weak denials,
A crazed abhorrence of an old condition, 
A blind attendance on a brief ambition,— 
Whatever stayed him or derided him, 
His way was even as ours; 
And we, with all our wounds and all our powers,
Must each await alone at his own height 
Another darkness or another light; 
And there, of...Read more of this...

by Bukowski, Charles
...than ever. We made it to my place and I opened a bottle of
wine and we talked. With Cass and I, it always came easy. She talked a while and I would
listen and then i would talk. Our conversation simply went along without strain. We seemed
to discover secrets together. When we discovered a good one Cass would laugh that laugh-
only the way she could. It was like joy out of fire. Through the talking we kissed and
moved closer together. We be...Read more of this...

by Miller, Alice Duer
...wer, for good or ill bestowed, 
Only on those who live by code. 

Oh, that inflexible code of living,
That seems so easy and unconstrained,
The Englishman's code of taking and giving
Rights and privileges pre-ordained,
Based since English life began
On the prime importance of being a man.

IX 
And what a voice he had-gentle, profound, 
Clear masculine!—I melted at the sound. 
Oh, English voices, are there any words 
Those tones to tell, those cadences to teach! 
A...Read more of this...

by Plath, Sylvia
...here,
The face of the unborn one that loved its perfections,
The face of the dead one that could only be perfect
In its easy peace, could only keep holy so.
And then there were other faces. The faces of nations,
Governments, parliaments, societies,
The faceless faces of important men.

It is these men I mind:
They are so jealous of anything that is not flat! They are jealous gods
That would have the whole world flat because they are.
I see the Father conversin...Read more of this...

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