Famous Beige Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Beige poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous beige poems. These examples illustrate what a famous beige poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
by Tebb, Barry
...er Paradise’ board,
The street sign
Lying on its side.
Lost and faded
Beige and sepia
Orange and maroon
For a tired mind.
“Millionnaires of Leeds!
You are your brothers’ keepers.”
Finders keepers, losers weepers
Loidis in Elmete
Leeds upon Aire
The smell of molten tar
On a May morning
Puts the road back
The Bridgewaters and the Falmouths
Are sched...Read More
by Ashbery, John
...he Loing is choked with fragments of ice.
The Weser is frozen, like liquid air.
And so is the Kama. And the beige, thickly flowing
Tocantins. The rivers bask in the cold.
The stern Uruguay chafes its banks,
A mass of ice. The Hooghly is solid
Ice. The Adour is silent, motionless.
The lovely Tigris is nothing but scratchy ice
Like the Yellowstone, with its osier-clustered banks.
The Mekong is beginning to thaw out a little
And the Donets gur...Read More
by Matthew, John
To the eternal white.
They say they are "white"
The purest of all races
I think they aren't white
But pink, beige and red.
Why can't colors of people
Merge and become white
Would people called "white"
Allow their color to merge?
Is white a color?
The matriarch of all colors
The fountain of all extent colors
Yes, king white reigns supreme!...Read More
by Lorde, Audre
...An upright abutment in the mouth
of the Willis Avenue bridge
a beige Honda leaps the divider
like a steel gazelle inescapable
sleek leather boots on the pavement
rat-a-tat-tat best intentions
going down for the third time
stuck in the particular
You cannot make love to concrete
if you care about being
non-essential wrong or worn thin
if you fear ever becoming
diamonds or lard
you cannot make love to concrete
if you can...Read More
by Atwood, Margaret
changing to the east, it is only
your father the thunder
your mother the rain
In this country of water
with its beige moon damp as a mushroom,
its drowned stumps and long birds
that swim, where the moss grows
on all sides of the trees
and your shadow is not your shadow
but your reflection,
your true parents disappear
when the curtain covers your door.
We are the others,
the ones from under the lake
who stand silently beside your bed
with our heads of darkness.Read More
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