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Famous Bicker Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...on Willie’s mill,
Setting my staff wi’ a’ my skill,
 To keep me sicker;
Tho’ leeward whiles, against my will,
 I took a bicker.

I there wi’ Something did forgather,
That pat me in an eerie swither;
An’ awfu’ scythe, out-owre ae shouther,
 Clear-dangling, hang;
A three-tae’d leister on the ither
 Lay, large an’ lang.

Its stature seem’d lang Scotch ells twa,
The queerest shape that e’er I saw,
For fient a wame it had ava;
 And then its shanks,
They were as thin, as ...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...E’en swinge the dogs, and thresh them sicker!
The mair they squeel aye chap the thicker;
And still ’mang hands a hearty bicker
 O’ something stout;
It gars an owthor’s pulse beat quicker,
 And helps his wit.

There’s naething like the honest nappy;
Whare’ll ye e’er see men sae happy,
Or women sonsie, saft an’ sappy,
 ’Tween morn and morn,
As them wha like to taste the drappie,
 In glass or horn?

I’ve seen me dazed upon a time,
I scarce could wink or see a styme;
Just a...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...ce, page or maid, 
To serve you--doth he love you as of old? 
For, call it lovers' quarrels, yet I know 
Though men may bicker with the things they love, 
They would not make them laughable in all eyes, 
Not while they loved them; and your wretched dress, 
A wretched insult on you, dumbly speaks 
Your story, that this man loves you no more. 
Your beauty is no beauty to him now: 
A common chance--right well I know it--palled-- 
For I know men: nor will ye win him back, 
Fo...Read More

by Pinsky, Robert it had succeeded,
But Elliot wouldn't wake up for maybe an hour,
They should go eat. The two of them loved to bicker

In a way that on his side went back to Yiddish,
On Sandra's to some Sicilian dialect.
He used to scold her endlessly for smoking.

When she got back from dinner with their children
The doctors had to tell them about the mistake.
Oh swirling petals, falling leaves! The movement

Of linking renga coursing from moment to moment
Is meaning, B...Read More

by Service, Robert William yonder
 Is a battery blazing miles away.
With a rush and a singing a great shell passes;
 The rifles resentfully bicker and brawl,
And here I crouch in the dew-drenched grasses,
 And look and listen and love it all.

God! What a life! But I must make haste now,
 Before the shadow of night be spent.
It's little the time there is to waste now,
 If I'd do the job for which I was sent.
My bombs are right and my clippers ready,
 And I wriggle out to the chosen p...Read More

by Chesterton, G K

Wide over wasted British plains
Stood never an arch or dome,
Only the trees to toss and reel,
The tribes to bicker, the beasts to squeal;
But the eyes in his head were strong like steel,
And his soul remembered Rome.

Then Alfred of the lonely spear
Lifted his lion head;
And fronted with the Italian's eye,
Asking him of his whence and why,
King Alfred stood and said:

"I am that oft-defeated King
Whose failure fills the land,
Who fled before the Danes of old,
...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...I come from haunts of coot and hern, 
I make a sudden sally 
And sparkle out among the fern, 
To bicker down a valley. 

By thirty hills I hurry down, 
Or slip between the ridges, 
By twenty thorpes, a little town, 
And half a hundred bridges. 

Till last by Philip's farm I flow 
To join the brimming river, 
For men may come and men may go, 
But I go on for ever. 

I chatter over stony ways, 
In little sharps and trebles, 
I bubble into eddy...Read More

by Atwood, Margaret
loose in the rooms beneath me.

the continuous henyard
squabble going on below
thought in this house like
the bicker of blood through the head.

She is everywhere, intrusive as the smells
that bulge in under my doorsill;
she presides over my
meagre eating, generates
the light for eyestrain.

From her I rent my time:
she slams
my days like doors.
Nothing is mine.

and when I dream images
of daring escapes through the snow
I find myself walking
always ...Read More

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