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Famous Blots Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Lindsay, Vachel
...ced from you to-day,
And seized my pen for hobby-horse as witches ride a broom,
And left a trail of brimstone words and blots and gobs of gloom.
And yet when I am extra good and say my prayers at night, 
And mind my ma, and do the chores, and speak to folks polite,
My bottle spreads a rainbow-mist, and from the vapor fine
Ten thousand troops from fairyland come riding in a line.
I've seen them on their chargers race around my study chair,
They opened wide the window a...Read More



by Browning, Elizabeth Barrett
...'s little difference, in their view,
Betwixt our Tuscan trees that spring
As vital flames into the blue,
And dull round blots of foliage meant
Like saturated sponges here
To suck the fogs up. As content
Is he too in this land, 'tis clear.
And still they sing, the nightingales.

My native Florence! dear, forgone!
I see across the Alpine ridge
How the last feast-day of Saint John
Shot rockets from Carraia bridge.
The luminous city, tall with fire,
Trod deep down...Read More

by Lawson, Henry
..... 

By verdant swath and ivied wall 
The congregation's seen -- 
White nothings where the shadows fall, 
Black blots against the green. 
The dull, suburban people meet 
And buzz in little groups, 
While down the white steps to the street 
A quaint old figure stoops. 

And then along my picket fence 
Where staring wallflowers grow -- 
World-wise Old Age, and Common-sense! -- 
Black Bonnet, nodding slow. 
But not alone; for on each side 
A little dot attend...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...obe of after arrowlets, 
Ten thousand-fold had grown, flashed the fierce shield, 
All sun; and Gareth's eyes had flying blots 
Before them when he turned from watching him. 
He from beyond the roaring shallow roared, 
'What doest thou, brother, in my marches here?' 
And she athwart the shallow shrilled again, 
'Here is a kitchen-knave from Arthur's hall 
Hath overthrown thy brother, and hath his arms.' 
'Ugh!' cried the Sun, and vizoring up a red 
And cipher face of r...Read More

by Sassoon, Siegfried
...bestial. 

Headlong he charges down the wood, and falls 
With roaring brain¡ªagony¡ªthe snap¡¯t spark¡ª 40 
And blots of green and purple in his eyes. 
Then the slow fingers groping on his neck, 
And at his heart the strangling clasp of death. ...Read More



by Browning, Robert
...se.

III.

``Were the object less mean, would he stand
``At the swing of my hand!
``For obscurity helps him and blots
``The hole where he squats.''
So, I set my five wits on the stretch
To inveigle the wretch.
All in vain! Gold and jewels I threw,
Still he couched there perdue;
I tempted his blood and his flesh,
Hid in roses my mesh,
Choicest cates and the flagon's best spilth:
Still he kept to his filth.

IV.

Had he kith now or kin, were access
To hi...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...ek Hill Sixty-Seven,
 The Hun lines grey and peaceful in my sight;
When suddenly the rosy air is riven --
 A "coal-box" blots the "boyou" on my right.
Or else to evil Carnoy I am stealing,
 Past sentinels who hail with bated breath;
Where not a cigarette spark's dim revealing
 May hint our mission in that zone of death.

I see across the shrapnel-seeded meadows
 The jagged rubble-heap of La Boiselle;
Blood-guilty Fricourt brooding in the shadows,
 And Thiepval's chate...Read More

by Stevenson, Robert Louis
...places, 
Dim and very cool; 

Till a wind or water wrinkle, 
Dipping marten, plumping trout, 
Spreads in a twinkle 
And blots all out. 

See the rings pursue each other; 
All below grows black as night, 
Just as if mother 
Had blown out the light! 

Patience, children, just a minute-- 
See the spreading circles die; 
The stream and all in it 
Will clear by-and-by....Read More

by Gregory, Rg
...told he can't have what his brother (eleven)
just takes for granted and won't even share
adults can't imagine what hell blots out heaven
when a seven year old boy is forbidden to swear

so what a great hope is the land of the bong tree
where a piggy-wig grants you whatever you wish
and you can if you dare be as daft as a donkey
or turn on the spot to a great ogre fish

and brothers and mothers and fathers are sent
to the north or south pole or even to mars
and not to come bac...Read More

by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...
To men's eyes turning from strange lands,
Where, pale from thine immortal hands,
Christ wounded stands;

And the blood blots his holy hair
And white brows over hungering eyes
That plead against us, and the fair
Mute lips forlorn of words or sighs
In the great torment that bends down
His bruised head with the bloomless crown,
White as the unfruitful thorn-flower,
A God beheld in dreams that were
Beheld of her.

In vain on all these sins and years
Falls the sad blood, fall...Read More

by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...Therefore I dare reveal my private woe, 
The secret blots of my imperfect heart, 
Nor strive to shrink or swell mine own desert, 
Nor beautify nor hide. For this I know, 
That even as I am, thou also art. 
Thou past heroic forms unmoved shalt go, 
To pause and bide with me, to whisper low: 
"Not I alone am weak, not I apart 
Must suffer, struggle, conquer day by day. 
Here is my very cross by stra...Read More

by Hopkins, Gerard Manley
...in an enormous dark
Drowned. O pity and indig ' nation! Manshape, that shone
Sheer off, disseveral, a star, ' death blots black out; nor mark
 Is any of him at all so stark
But vastness blurs and time ' beats level. Enough! the Resurrection,
A heart's-clarion! Away grief's gasping, ' joyless days, dejection.
 Across my foundering deck shone
A beacon, an eternal beam. ' Flesh fade, and mortal trash
Fall to the residuary worm; ' world's wildfire, leave but ash:
...Read More

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...f mind,
She leaves that throne, her sex, to crawl,
The cestus and the charm resigned--
A public gaping-show to all!
She blots from beauty's golden book
A name 'mid nature's choicest few,
To gain the glory of a nook
In Doctor Dunderhead's Review....Read More

by Masefield, John
...s sanctimonious crowd 
This town of window peeping, prying, 
Maligning, peering, hinting, lying, 
Male and female human blots 
Who would, but daren't be, whores and sots, 
That they're so steeped in petty vice 
That they're less excellent than lice, 
That touching one of them will dirt you, 
Dirt you with the stain of mean 
Cheating trade and going between, 
Pinching, starving, scraping, hoarding 
To see if Sue, the prentice lean, 
Dares to touch the margarine. 
Fawning, ...Read More

by Jong, Erica
...The poet fears failure
& so she says
"Hold on pen--
what if the critics
hate me?"
& with that question
she blots out more lines
than any critic could.

The critic is only doing his job:
keeping the poet lonely.
He barks
like a dog at the door
when the master comes home.

It's in his doggy nature.
If he didn't know the poet
for the boss,
he wouldn't bark so loud.

& the poet?
It's in her nature
to fear failure
but not to let that fear
blot out
...Read More

by Finch, Anne Kingsmill
...and seen by chance, 
Melts down the Work of Grace with an alluring Glance; 
Chafes the Spirit, fed by sacred Art, 
And blots the Title AFTER GOD'S OWN HEART; 
Black Murder breeds to level at his Head, 
Who boasts so fair a Part'ner of his Bed, 
Nor longer must possess those envy'd Charms, 
The single Treasure of his House, and Arms: 
Giving, by this thy Fall, cause to Blaspheme 
To all the Heathen the Almighty Name. 
For which the Sword shall still thy Race pursue, 
And,...Read More

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...th exprest; 80 
Until an envious wind crept by, 
Like an unwelcome thought 
Which from the mind's too faithful eye 
Blots one dear image out. 
¡ªThough thou art ever fair and kind, 85 
The forests ever green, 
Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind 
Than calm in waters seen! ...Read More

by Riley, James Whitcomb
...I 
But yesterday 
I looked away 
O'er happy lands, where sunshine lay 
In golden blots, 
Inlaid with spots 
Of shade and wild forget-me-nots. 

My head was fair 
With flaxen hair, 
And fragrant breezes, faint and rare, 
And, warm with drouth 
From out the south, 
Blew all my curls across my mouth. 

And, cool and sweet, 
My naked feet 
Found dewy pathways through the wheat; 
And out again 
Where, down the lane, 
The dust was dimp...Read More

by Celan, Paul
...urning deaf
behind our eyes.
I see the poison flower
in all manner of words and shapes.

Go. Come.
Love blots out its name: to
you it ascribes itself.


Tr. Michael Hamburger...Read More

by Celan, Paul
...urning deaf
behind our eyes.
I see the poison flower
in all manner of words and shapes.

Go. Come.
Love blots out its name: to
you it ascribes itself.


Tr. Michael Hamburger...Read More

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