Famous Bowler Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Bowler poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous bowler poems. These examples illustrate what a famous bowler poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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by
Thomas, Dylan
...ights
From modernist Parnassian heights.
First buy a hat, no Paris model
But one the Swiss wear when they yodel,
A bowler thing with one or two
Feathers to conceal the view;
And then in sandals walk the street
(All modern painters use their feet
For painting, on their canvas strips,
Their wives or mothers, minus hips).
Perhaps it would be best if you
Created something very new,
A dirty novel done in Erse
Or written backwards in Welsh verse,
Or paintings on the backs...Read more of this...
by
Service, Robert William
...nger at its height;
Who handles what is known as 'soup,'
And dandles dynamite:
Unto a bloke who can do that
I doff my bowler hat.
I think he is the kind of stuff
To be a mighty man
In battlefield,--aye, brave enough
The Cross Victorian
To win and rise to high command,
A hero in the land.
What General with all his swank
Has guts enough to rob a Bank!...Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
...road in two.
10
A novelty then
The camera drew
Crowds from the Bridgefields
A boy in an Eton collar
His bowler-hatted father
Girls with braided curls
Dresses to their ankles
A delivery boy
With a brimming basket
A man with a beer pail
In either hand.
11
The long exposure
Caught every movement
In a single frame
The pensioner shuffling
With his stick
The girl tying
A ribbon
In glowing sepia
A tiny kingdom
Swept away before
I was born....Read more of this...
by
Service, Robert William
...f what I am,
You, Sir, are what you are?"
But no, he did not speak like that,
Nor homage did I pay;
I did not lift my bowler hat
To greet his common clay;
Instead, he made me feel an ass,
As most respectfully
He stepped aside to let me pass,
And raised his cap to ME....Read more of this...
by
Tessimond, A S J
...I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man:
The man who sat on your right in the morning train:
The man who looked through like a windowpane:
The man who was the colour of the carriage, the colour of the mounting
Morning pipe smoke.
I am the man too busy with a living to live,
Too hurried and worried to see and smell and touch:
The man who is patient to...Read more of this...
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