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Famous Bombed Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Bombed poems written by well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous bombed poems.

These examples illustrate what a famous bombed poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate). The poems may also contain the word 'bombed'.

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by Ammons, A R
 You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are:
gosling shit (which J. Williams said something
was as green as), fish shit (the generality), trout

shit, rainbow trout shit (for the...Read More
by Ammons, A R
 The reason to be autonomous is to stand there,
a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search

the moral realm and actual conditions for what
needs to be done and to do...Read More
by Jarrell, Randall
 It was not dying: everybody died. 
It was not dying: we had died before 
In the routine crashes-- and our fields 
Called up the papers, wrote home to our...Read More
by Heaney, Seamus

He would drink by himself
And raise a weathered thumb
Towards the high shelf,
Calling another rum
And blackcurrant, without
Having to raise his voice,
Or order a quick stout
By a lifting of the eyes
And...Read More
by Edgar, Marriott
 Sam Small had retired from the Army,
In the old Duke of Wellington's time,
So when present unpleasantness started,
He were what you might call... past his prime.

He'd lived for some years...Read More
by Guest, Edgar Albert
 The long lines of diesels 
groan toward evening 
carrying off the breath 
of the living. 
The face of your house 
is black, 
it is your face, black 
and fire...Read More
by Service, Robert William
 The poppies gleamed like bloody pools through cotton-woolly mist;
The Captain kept a-lookin' at the watch upon his wrist;
And there we smoked and squatted, as we watched the shrapnel flame;
'Twas...Read More
by Hardy, Thomas
 By Corporal Tullidge. See "The Trumpet-Major"
In Memory of S. C. (Pensioner). Died 184-

WE trenched, we trumpeted and drummed,
And from our mortars tons of iron hummed
Ath'art the ditch, the month...Read More
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