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Famous Bleary Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Service, Robert William they have to kill,
 Such is the will of God.
His brother Tom is on my bed
 To keep me comforted.

I see his bleary, blotchy face,
 I hear his sodden snore.
He plans that he can take Bill's place;
 I felt worse than a whore
As in his arms I cried all night,
 Thinking of poor Bill's plight.

I keep my eyes upon the clock;
 It nears the stroke of eight.
I think how bravely Bill will walk
 To meet his gallows fate . . .
His loaded gun is in the...Read More

by Atwood, Margaret
...inkblot, crevice, tit, and nipple
are still connected.
Such hatred leaps in them,
my beery worshippers! That, or a bleary
hopeless love. Seeing the rows of heads 
and upturned eyes, imploring
but ready to snap at my ankles,
I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge 
to step on ants. I keep the beat,
and dance for them because
they can't. The music smells like foxes,
crisp as heated metal
searing the nostrils
or humid as August, hazy and languorous
as ...Read More

by Service, Robert William
But though the place was reeling round I didn't seem to mind.
Till down I sank, and all was blank when in the bleary dawn
I woke up in my studio to find -- my money gone;
Three hundred francs I'd scraped and squeezed to pay my quarter's rent.
"Some one has pinched my wad," I wailed; "it never has been spent."
And as I racked my brains to seek how I could raise some more,
Before my cruel landlord kicked me cowering from the door:
A knock . . . "Co...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...eed us porridge fed
 To morning class.

Our duds to make and mend,
 Far into night,
O'er needle she would spend
 By bleary light.
Yet as her head drooped low,
 With withered hair,
It seemed the candle glow
 Made halo there.

And so with silvered pow
 I sigh because
They don't make women now
 Like Mammy was....Read More

by Service, Robert William a simple hymn;
Somethin' about "Abide with me, fast falls the eventide,"
My Mother used to sing it - say, I listened bleary-eyed.
That childish treble was so sweet, so clear, so tender true,
It seemed to grip you by the heart an' did ***** things to you.
It made me think o' childhood days from sin an' sorrow free:
"Zat child, she make me want to cry," said Montreal Maree. 

Then up spoke One-eyed Mike: "What can't with us let her abide;
For her dear Mother's sa...Read More

by Service, Robert William
With Peary to the Pole.
Said I, "In all that land so hushed
What most inspired your soul?"
He looked at me with bleary eye,
He scratched a hoary head:
"You know that Sourdoughs jest cain't lie
So here's the dope," he said.

"That hike was like a devil's dream,
Just blizzards, gales and fogs,
But I was leadin' wi' my team
O' seven husky dogs.
Day after day I steered my sleigh,
Yet spry o' heart was I,
And every night the Northern Light
Danced ballys in the sky....Read More

by Service, Robert William
...'m bent and grey,
 Though wearing rather well,
That I can slickly get away
 With all the yarns I tell?
Is it because my bleary eye
 No longer beams with youth
That I can plant a whopping lie,
 And flout the truth?

I wonder why folks hark to me
 Where once they would have laughed?
They treat my yarns respectfully,
 No matter how they're daft.
They count the notches on my gun
 And stroke its polished butt,
Wanting to know why every one
 Of them was cut.

Indeed were I ...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...I greet the challenge of the dawn
 With weary, bleary eyes;
Into the sky so ashen wan
 I wait the sun to rise;
Then in the morning's holy hush,
 With heart of shame I hear
A robin from a lilac bush
 Pipe pure and clear.

All night in dive and dicing den,
 With wantons and with wine
I've squandered on wild, witless men
 The fortune that was mine;
The gold my father fought to save
 In folly I have spen...Read More

by Berry, Wendell
...nd dull among the free,
Of faith subsumed in idiot luxury,
And beauty beggared in the marketplace
And clear-eyed wisdom bleary with dispraise.

Sit and be still
until in the time
of no rain you hear
beneath the dry wind's
commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing
water among the rocks,
a stream unheard before,
and you are where
breathing is prayer.

The wind of the fall is here.
It is everywhere. It moves
every leaf of every 
tree. It is the only ...Read More

by Ginsberg, Allen the sunset, crackly bleak and dusty with the smut and smog and smoke of olden locomotives in its eye--

corolla of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like a battered crown, seeds fallen out of its face, soon-to-be-toothless mouth of sunny air, sunrays obliterated on its hairy head like a dried wire spiderweb,

leaves stuck out like arms out of the stem, gestures from the sawdust root, broke pieces of plaster fallen out of the black twigs, a dead fly in its ear,

Un...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...years had run I saw them pause and pray,
As mourners at the Tomb of one who died but yesterday.
I watched them in a bleary daze of bitterness and pain,
For oh, I missed the cheery blaze of vodka in my brain.
I stared, my eyes were hypnotized by that saturnine host,
When with a start that shook my heart I saw - I saw a ghost.
As in foggèd glass I saw him pass, and peer at me and grin -
A man I knew, a man I slew, Prince Boris Mazarin.

Now do not think because ...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night,
I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can,
Imagine my emotions of amazement and delight
When I bumped into that Missionary Man.
He was lying lost and dying in the moon's unholy leer,
And frozen from his toes to finger-tips'
The famished wolf-pack ringed him; but he didn't seem to fear,
As he pressed his ice-bo...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...em death-mask things;
Don't seem the sort of man, do I, as might be the pal of kings?
Slouching along in smelly rags, a bleary-eyed, no-good bum;
A knight of the hollow needle, pard, spewed from the sodden slum.
Look me all over from head to foot; how much would you think I was worth?
A dollar? a dime? a nickel? Why, I'm the wealthest man on earth.

No, don't you think that I'm off my base. You'll sing a different tune
If only you'll let me spin my yarn. Come ...Read More

by Lowell, Amy retreat
A pace or two by lurching chairmen; thrown
Rudely aside by linkboys; boldly shown
The ogling rapture in two bleary eyes
Thrust close to hers in most unpleasant wise.
Escaping these, she hit a liveried arm,
Was sworn at by this glittering gentleman
And ordered off. However, no great harm
Came to her. But she looked a trifle wan
When Theodore, her belated guardian,
Emerged. She snuggled up against him, trembling,
Half out of fear, half out of the ass...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...The leaves are sick and jaundiced, they
 Drift down the air;
December's sky is sodden grey,
 Dark with despair;
A bleary dawn will light anon
 A world of care.

My name is cut into a stone,
 No care have I;
The letters drool, as I alone
 Forgotten lie:
With weed my grave is overgrown,
 None cometh nigh.

A hundred hollow years will speed
 As I decay;
And I'll be comrade to the weed,
 Kin to the clay;
Until some hind in homing-need
 Will pass my way.

Until s...Read More

by Tebb, Barry
...trife, for all the times

We’d set the compass right, sorted through those heaped up charts

And with fingers weary and bleary-eyed retraced our course.

The books, a thousand books that lined the walls:

Plato’s chariot racing across the empty sky,

Sartre’s waiters dancing like angels on the heads of pins,

And Wittgenstein, nodding in his smoke-filled Cambridge den,

Dreaming of a school room in the Austrian hills and walks

In mountain air, wondering why he wasn’t the...Read More

by Service, Robert William
I grovel to a greedy man,
 And life is hell.
An empty shop of bankrupt shame
 I pass before,
Seeing my bitter, bleary name
 Above the door....Read More

by Akhmatova, Anna
...leep ring.

"The heart will be restless and weary
And no memory cross my mind,
I still wander in rooms dark and bleary
And his crib still attempt to find."

x x x

How often did I curse
This sky, this earth as well,
The slowly waving arms
Of this ancient windmill.
In a wing there lies a dead man,
Straight and grayhaired, on a bench,
As he did three years ago.
Thus the mice whet with their teeth
Books, thus the stearine candle
Leans its ...Read More

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