Famous 1999 Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous 1999 poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous 1999 poems. These examples illustrate what a famous 1999 poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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by
Omer Tarin
Twice or thrice they crisscross
Across the level crossing
And the nettles cling
Stubbornly to their sides
Spreading their displeasure
Upon the broken ridges
Of crumbling soil;
But the nettles cannot go
Where railway tracks lead-
Everywhere
And nowhere
All at once
Whistling into the night
With a longing
That pierces
Isolation.
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(c) Omer Tarin. Pub ''Pasban Review'' Pakistan (1999) ...Read more of this...
by
Ruth Padel
(After Pushkin)
Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long
White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk
And passionate cold feet
Summoning music of the night - tumbrils, gongs
And gamelans - with one neat pen, one candle
Puttering its life out hour by hour.
Is "Tell Him I love him" never a good idea? You can't wish this
Unlived - this world...Read more of this...
by
Kenn Nesbitt
Mister Horrible Head and Miss Ugliness Face
are the ugliest couple alive.
Yes indeed they’re so ugly that people run screaming
whenever they see them arrive.
You might say they’re misshapen, repulsive and vile,
or cadaverous, gruesome and gross.
Maybe hideous, grisly, repellent and shocking,
disgusting, unpleasant, morose.
You can call them unsightly, or horrid or scary,
or monstrous or frightful or bad.
You can call them whatever you like,...Read more of this...
by
David Lehman
What can you say about the Mets
down three games to none
one run down with six outs to go
Cedeno singles steals second Mora walks
they pull off a double steal
and Olerud singles them home
off the previously unhittable John Rocker
(look at his eyes, he's so intense
he looks cross-eyed) and we're still alive
and I'm still fourteen years old
and the kids in the movie...Read more of this...
by
Fleda Brown
She reads, of course, what he's doing, shaking Nixon's hand,
dating this starlet or that, while he is faithful to her
like a stone in her belly, like the actual love child,
its bills and diapers. Once he had kissed her
and time had stood still, at least some point seems to
remain back there as a place to return...Read more of this...
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