10 Best Famous Wording Poems

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

• All Famous Wording Poems

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Baked the day she suddenly dropped dead
we chew it slowly that last apple pie.

Shocked into sleeplessness you're scared of bed.
We never could talk much, and now don't try.

You're like book ends, the pair of you, she'd say,
Hog that grate, say nothing, sit, sleep, stare…

The 'scholar' me, you, worn out on poor pay,
only our silence made us seem a pair.

Not as good for staring in, blue gas,
too regular each bud, each yellow spike.

At night you need my company to pass
and she not here to tell us we're alike!

You're life's all shattered into smithereens.

Back in our silences and sullen looks,
for all the Scotch we drink, what's still between 's
not the thirty or so years, but books, books, books.

II

The stone's too full. The wording must be terse.
There's scarcely room to carve the FLORENCE on it--

Come on, it's not as if we're wanting verse.
It's not as if we're wanting a whole sonnet!

After tumblers of neat Johnny Walker
(I think that both of us we're on our third)
you said you'd always been a clumsy talker
and couldn't find another, shorter word
for 'beloved' or for 'wife' in the inscription,
but not too clumsy that you can't still cut:

You're supposed to be the bright boy at description
and you can't tell them what the **** to put!

I've got to find the right words on my own.

I've got the envelope that he'd been scrawling,
mis-spelt, mawkish, stylistically appalling
but I can't squeeze more love into their stone.

 Too sweet and too subtle for pen or for tongue
In phrases unwritten and measures unsung, 
As deep and as strange as the sounds of the sea, 
Is the song that my spirit is singing to me.

In the midnight and tempest when forest trees shiver, 
In the roar of the surf, and the rush of the river, 
In the rustle of leaves and the fall of the rain, 
And on the low breezes I catch the refrain.

From the vapours that frame and envelop the earth, 
And beyond, from the realms where my spirit had birth, 
From the mists of the land and the fogs of the sea, 
For ever and ever the songs come to me.

I know not its wording - its import I know -
For the rhythm is broken, the measure runs low, 
When vexed or allured by the things of this life
My soul is merged into its pleasures or strife.

When up to the hill tops of beauty and light
My soul like a lark in the ether takes flight, 
And the white gates of heaven shine brighter and nearer, 
The song of the spirit grows sweeter and clearer.

Up, up to the realms where no mortal has trod -
Into space and infinity near to my God -
With whiteness, and silence, and beautiful things, 
I am bourne when the voice of eternity sings.

When once in the winds or the dropp of the rain
Thy spirit shall listen and hear the refrain, 
Thy soul shall soar up like a bird on the breeze, 
And the things that have pleased thee will never more please.