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Famous Bashing Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...Her witching smile, her pawky een
 That gart my heart-strings tingle;
 I firèd, inspired,
 At every kindling keek,
 But bashing, and dashing,
 I fearèd aye to speak.

Health to the sex! ilk guid chiel says:
Wi’ merry dance in winter days,
 An’ we to share in common;
The gust o’ joy, the balm of woe,
The saul o’ life, the heaven below,
 Is rapture-giving woman.
Ye surly sumphs, who hate the name,
 Be mindfu’ o’ your mither;
She, honest woman, may think shame
 That ye’...Read More

by Tebb, Barry

Haworth in a storm is a storm indeed

The lashing and the crashing makes the gravestones bleed

The mashing and the bashing makes the light recede

And on the moor top I lose my way and find it

Half a dozen times slipping in the mud and heather

Heather than can stand the thrust of any weather.

Just as suddenly as it had come the storm abated

Extremes demand those verbs so antiquated

Archaic and abhorred and second-rated

Yet still they stand like moorland roc...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...But yesterday I banked on fistic fame,
Figgerin' I'd be a champion of the Ring.
Today I've half a mind to quit the Game,
For all them rosy dreams have taken wing,
Since last night a secondary bout
I let a goddam ****** knock me out.

It must have been that T-bone steak I ate;
They might have doped it, them smart gambling guys,
For round my heart I ...Read More

by Gregory, Rg
...ould tell that would have spared
it a breath to get started
   so i slept

one midday i woke up with a bang - light
was bashing in through the windows
and suddenly out of my pores
sprang this fully-fledged practical paeon
this triumphant brass-note of praise
for a why-hadn't-i-yelled-it-before
sort of answer to my life's rubbing-out
of my dreams
  i’ll jump from the window
(i sang to myself)
  and i'll fly
and be damned to daft icarus
   i crowed
and i flew - or i fled (which...Read More

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