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Famous Basic Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Hope, Alec Derwent (A D)
The man who sold him his first rubber-goods; 
Dog Fido, from whose love-life, shameless beast, 
She first observed the basic facts of sex. 

They looked as though they had stood there for hours; 
For years - perhaps for ever. In the trees 
Two furtive birds stopped courting and flew off; 
While in the grass beside the road the flowers 
Kept up their guilty traffic with the bees. 
Nobody stirred. Nobody risked a cough. 

Nobody spoke. The minutes ticke...Read More

by Snyder, Gary
...hen I felt the tingling down my back.
"Yes you did, too" I said—"I can feel it now."
"Yeah" he said,
"There's a basic fear between your world and
mine. I don't know why.
What I came to say was,
teach the children about the cycles.
The life cycles. All other cycles.
That's what it's all about, and it's all forgot."...Read More

by Hughes, Langston
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ire...Read More

by Bukowski, Charles

(dont get me wrong,
there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism
that overlooks all
basic problems justr for
the sake of
this is a sheild and a 

The knife got near my
throat again,
I almost turned on the
but when the good
moments arrived
I did'nt fight them off
like an alley 
I let them take me,
i luxuriated in them,
I bade them welcome
I even looked into
the mirror
once havin...Read More

by Bishop, Elizabeth
...thoughts on Food & Keeping House 
Are scarcely those of Lévi-Strauss. 
Nevertheless, you'll find, Frank dear, 
The basic elements** are here. 
And if a problem should arise: 
The Soufflé fall before your eyes, 
Or strange things happen to the Rice 
--You know I love to give advice. 

 Christmas, 1971 

* Forbidden word 
** Forbidden phrase 

P.S. Fannie should not be underrated; 
She has become sophisticated. 
She's picked up many gourmet...Read More

by Service, Robert William
Jehovah might have planned at least
 Not to confound us with the beast.

So with humiliation I
 Think of my basic origin;
And yet with some relief I sigh,--
 I might have been conceived in sin;
Instead of being, I believe,
 The offspring of a nuptial eve.

So when I look in beauty's face,
 Or that of king or saint or sage,
It seems to me I darkly trace
 Their being to a rutting rage . . .
Had I been Deity's adviser
 Meseems I might have planned it ...Read More

by Gregory, Rg
...uick becomes convention
then cosmos farts
alters the laws of motion
(a fresh menu of starts)

fear and loneliness – the basic drives
we take to bed
(sacrifice to you)
desperately wanting a sign
bringing us close to you
you – whom we give a head
voice (ownership of lives)
the only game at hand -
give selves a shine
play at being your ampersand

the wise settle for stardust
the grit the pearl
was fostered out of
minute (maybe) but precious
from it – never out of
esteem – the pr...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel

Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, 
A deep rolling bass.
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, BOOM,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom,
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM.Read More

by Troupe, Quincy
...g rain
& it is stunning at this moment when raised beer steins cheer
the music on, hot & heavy, still humming & cooking
basic african-american rhythms alive here
in this ancient grand place of europe
this confluence point of nations & cultures
jumping off place for beer & cuisines
fused with music, poetry & stone
here in this blinding, beautiful square
sunlit now as the golden eye of God shoots through
flowers all over the cobbled ground, up in the music
the air brightly cool...Read More

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