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Famous Belts Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Mayakovsky, Vladimir
Must we implore the charity of the times! 
We ¨C 
each one of us ¨C 
hold in our fists 
the driving belts of the worlds! 

This led to my Golgothas in the halls 
of Petrograd, Moscow, Odessa, and Kiev, 
where not a man 
crucify him!¡± 
But for me ¨C 
all of you people, 
even those that harmed me ¨C 
you are dearer, more precious than anything. 

Have you seen 
a dog lick the hand that thrashed it?! 

moc...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...velly an' it lasted on till dark:
The first man dropped at Harrison's, the last forninst the Park.
 For it was: -- "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one for you!"
 An' it was "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's done for you!"
 O buckle an' tongue
 Was the song that we sung
 From Harrison's down to the Park!

There was a row in Silver Street -- the regiments was out,
They called us "Delhi Rebels", an' we answered "Threes about!"
That drew them like a hornet's nest -- we met th...Read More

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...e track 
His wheels have blazed the way; 
The forest giants, burnt and black, 
Are ear-marked by his dray. 
Through belts of scrub, where messmates grow 
His juggernaut has rolled, 
For stumps and saplings have to go 
When Harry's team takes hold. 

On easy grade and rubber tyre 
The tourist car goes through, 
They halt a moment to admire 
The far-flung mountain view. 
The tourist folk would be amazed 
If they could get to know 
They take the track Black Harry bl...Read More

by Bidart, Frank

For watching the room, as the waitresses in their
back-combed, Parisian, peroxided, bouffant hairdos,
and plastic belts,
moved back and forth

I thought of Wallace, and
the room suddenly seemed to me
 not uninteresting at all:

 they were the same. Every plate and chair

 had its congruence with

 all the choices creating

 these people, created

 by them--by me,

for this is my father's chosen country, my origin.

Before, I had merely been anxious, bored; now,
...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...f Megissogwon, 
All his wealth of skins and wampum, 
Furs of bison and of beaver, 
Furs of sable and of ermine, 
Wampum belts and strings and pouches, 
Quivers wrought with beads of wampum, 
Filled with arrows, silver-headed.
Homeward then he sailed exulting, 
Homeward through the black pitch-water, 
Homeward through the weltering serpents, 
With the trophies of the battle, 
With a shout and song of triumph.
On the shore stood old Nokomis, 
On the shore stood Chibiabo...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
As a token of the feasting;
And the wedding guests assembled, 
Clad in all their richest raiment, 
Robes of fur and belts of wampum, 
Splendid with their paint and plumage, 
Beautiful with beads and tassels.
First they ate the sturgeon, Nahma, 
And the pike, the Maskenozha, 
Caught and cooked by old Nokomis; 
Then on pemican they feasted, 
Pemican and buffalo marrow, 
Haunch of deer and hump of bison, 
Yellow cakes of the Mondamin, 
And the wild rice of the river....Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
Of their treasures had despoiled them,
Of the best of all their dresses,
Shirts of deer-skin, robes of ermine,
Belts of wampum, crests of feathers,
Warlike weapons, pipes and pouches.
Twenty eyes glared wildly at him,
Like the eyes of wolves glared at him.
Said the lucky Pau-Puk-Keewis:
"In my wigwam I am lonely,
In my wanderings and adventures
I have need of a companion,
Fain would have a Meshinauwa,
An attendant and pipe-bearer.
I will venture all these...Read More

by Stone, Ruth
...d campus,
empty brick buildings and early June
when you came to visit me;
crossing the states midway,
the straggled belts of little roads;
hitchhiking with your portable typewriter.
The campus, an academy of trees,
under which some hand, the wind's I guess,
had scattered the pale light
of thousands of spring beauties,
petals stained with pink veins;
secret, blooming for themselves.
We sat among them.
Your long fingers, thin body,
and long bones of im...Read More

by Lowell, Amy,
darting colours far into the crowd. Loud bangs and tremors,
murmurings out of high windows, whirring of machine belts,
blurring of horses and motors. A quick spin and shudder 
of brakes
on an electric car, and the jar of a church-bell knocking against
the metal blue of the sky. I am a piece of the town, 
a bit of blown dust,
thrust along with the crowd. Proud to feel the pavement 
under me,
reeling with feet. Feet tripping, skipping, lagging, 
dragging...Read More

by Murray, Les and fumed.

Under the high roof, black-crusted and stainless steels
were walled apart: black romped with leather belts
but paddlewheels sailed the silvery vats where muscles
of the one deep cream were exercised to a bullion
to be blocked in paper. And between waves of delivery
the men trod on water, hosing the rainbows of a shift.

It was damp April even at Christmas round every
margin of the factory. Also it opened the mouth
to see tackles on glibbed grave...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...l the 'Uns that was underground,
Comes up with a rush and on with a bound,
And I swings that giddy old Maxim round
 And belts 'em solid and square.
You see I was off me chump wiv fear:
'If I'm sellin' me life,' sez I, 'it's dear.'
And the trench was narrow and they was near,
 So I peppered the brutes for fair.

"So I 'eld 'em back and I yelled wiv fright,
And the boys attacked and we 'ad a fight,
And we 'captured a section o' trench' that night
 Which we didn't ex...Read More

by Owen, Wilfred,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an Angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him, thy son.
Behold! Caught in a thicket by its horns,
A Ram. Offer the Ram of Pride instead.

But the old man would not so, but sl...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...on this side the palace ran the field 
Flat to the garden-wall: and likewise here, 
Above the garden's glowing blossom-belts, 
A columned entry shone and marble stairs, 
And great bronze valves, embossed with Tomyris 
And what she did to Cyrus after fight, 
But now fast barred: so here upon the flat 
All that long morn the lists were hammered up, 
And all that morn the heralds to and fro, 
With message and defiance, went and came; 
Last, Ida's answer, in a royal hand, 
But s...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord of peace; 
Gray halls alone among their massive groves; 
Trim hamlets; here and there a rustic tower 
Half-lost in belts of hop and breadths of wheat; 
The shimmering glimpses of a stream; the seas; 
A red sail, or a white; and far beyond, 
Imagined more than seen, the skirts of France. 

'Look there, a garden!' said my college friend, 
The Tory member's elder son, 'and there! 
God bless the narrow sea which keeps her off, 
And keeps our Britain, whole within herself...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...Stralsund's boom
 and the clank of her mooring chain.
They laid them down by bitt and boat, their pistols in their belts,
And: "Will you fight for it, Reuben Paine, or will you share the pelts?"

A dog-toothed laugh laughed Reuben Paine, and bared his flenching-knife.
"Yea, skin for skin, and all that he hath a man will give for his life;
But I've six thousand skins below, and Yeddo Port to see,
And there's never a law of God or man runs north of Fifty-Three:
So go i...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 
All its mystery in his being, 
All its splendor in his language!
"And her lovers, the rejected, 
Handsome men with belts of wampum, 
Handsome men with paint and feathers. 
Pointed at her in derision, 
Followed her with jest and laughter. 
But she said: 'I care not for you, 
Care not for your belts of wampum, 
Care not for your paint and feathers, 
Care not for your jests and laughter; 
I am happy with Osseo!'
'Once to some great feast invited, 
Through the damp a...Read More

by Larkin, Philip
...k, I leant
More promptly out next time, more curiously,
And saw it all again in different terms:
The fathers with broad belts under their suits
And seamy foreheads; mothers loud and fat;
An uncle shouting smut; and then the perms,
The nylon gloves and jewellery-substitutes,
The lemons, mauves, and olive-ochres that

Marked off the girls unreally from the rest. 
 Yes, from cafés
And banquet-halls up yards, and bunting-dressed 
Coach-party annexes, the wedding-days 
Were co...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...oothly, who can say?
Yar Mahommed only grins in a nasty way,
Jowar Singh is reticent, Chimbu Singh is mute.
But the belts of all of them simply bulge with loot.

What became of Ballard's guns? Afghans black and grubby
Sell them for their silver weight to the men of Pubbi;
And the shiny bowie-knife and the town-made sword are
Hanging in a Marri camp just across the Border.

What became of Mookerjee? Ask Mahommed Yar
Prodding Siva's sacred bull down the Bow Bazaar.<...Read More

by St Vincent Millay, Edna
...fruit fell down
I feel tonight more happy and at ease:
Feet running in the corridors, men quick— 
Buckling their sword-belts, bumping down the stair,
Challenge, and rattling bridge-chain, and the click
Of hooves on pavement—this will clear the air.
Private this chamber as it has not been
In many a month of muffled hours; almost,
Lulled by the uproar, I could lie serene
And sleep, until all's won, until all's lost,
And the door's opened and the issue shown,
And I walk for...Read More

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