10 Best Famous Publicity Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Publicity poems. This is a select list of the best famous Publicity poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Publicity poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of publicity poems.

• All Famous Publicity Poems

Written by Emily Dickinson | Funny -- to be a Century Funny -- to be a Century -- And see the People -- going by -- I -- should die of the Oddity -- But then -- I'm not so staid -- as He -- He keeps His Secrets safely -- very -- Were He to tell -- extremely sorry This Bashful Globe of Ours would be -- So dainty of Publicity --

Written by G K Chesterton | To the Unknown Warrior You whom the kings saluted; who refused not The one great pleasure of ignoble days, Fame without name and glory without gossip, Whom no biographer befouls with praise. Who said of you "Defeated"? In the darkness The dug-out where the limelight never comes, Nor the big drum of Barnum's show can shatter That vibrant stillness after all the drums. Though the time comes when every Yankee circus Can use our soldiers for its sandwich-men, When those that pay the piper call the tune, You will not dance. You will not move again. You will not march for Fatty Arbuckle, Though he have yet a favourable press, Tender as San Francisco to St. Francis Or all the angels of Los Angeles. They shall not storm the last unfallen fortress, The lonely castle where uncowed and free, Dwells the unknown and undefeated warrior That did alone defeat Publicity.

Written by David Lehman | May 26 In Rotterdam I'm going to speak about the state of poetry on a panel with a Pole and a Turk. It's worth being alive to utter that sentence. A German from Furth, my father's home town and Henry Kissinger's, will preside. His name is Joachim Sartorius, which sounds like a pseudonym Kierkegaard might use to condemn the habits of his age and ours when nothing ever happens but the publicity is immediate and the town meeting ends with the people convinced they have rebelled so now they can go home quietly having spent a most pleasant evening

Written by Emily Dickinson | I had some things that I called mine I had some things that I called mine -- And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities. The property, my garden, Which having sown with care, He claims the pretty acre, And sends a Bailiff there. The station of the parties Forbids publicity, But Justice is sublimer Than arms, or pedigree. I'll institute an "Action" -- I'll vindicate the law -- Jove! Choose your counsel -- I retain "Shaw"!