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Famous Creative Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...oar of headlong tumbling floods—
 · · · · · ·Here Poesy might wake her heav’n-taught lyre,
And look through Nature with creative fire;
Here, to the wrongs of Fate half reconcil’d,
Misfortunes lighten’d steps might wander wild;
And Disappointment, in these lonely bounds,
Find balm to soothe her bitter, rankling wounds:
Here heart-struck Grief might heav’nward stretch her scan,
And injur’d Worth forget and pardon man....Read more of this...



by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...Now list to my answer; let all the world hear it;
I speak unafraid what I know to be true:
A pure, faithful love is the creative spirit
Which makes women angels! I live in but you.
We are bound soul to soul by life’s holiest laws;
If I am an angel – why, you are the cause.

As my ship skims the sea, I look up from the deck.
Fair, firm at the wheel shines Love’s beautiful form,
And shall I curse the barque that last night went to wreck,
By the Pilot abandoned to da...Read more of this...

by Lawrence, D. H.
...he same time it opens the tiny hands of the hazel
with such infinite patience.
The power of the rising, golden, all-creative sap could take the earth
and heave it off among the stars, into the invisible;
the same sets the throstle at sunset on a bough
singing against the blackbird;
comes out in the hesitating tremor of the primrose,
and betrays its candour in the round white strawberry flower,
is dignified in the foxglove, like a Red-Indian brave.

Ah come, come quick...Read more of this...

by Ashbery, John
...them to hospitals.
"It's all bits and pieces, spangles, patches, really; nothing
Stands alone. What happened to creative evolution?"
Sighed Aglavaine. Then to her Sélysette: "If his
Achievement is only to end up less boring than the others, 
What's keeping us here? Why not leave at once?
I have to stay here while they sit in there,
Laugh, drink, have fine time. In my day
One lay under the tough green leaves,
Pretending not to notice how they bled into
The sky'...Read more of this...

by Rilke, Rainer Maria
...him only a pretext for achieving
his final birth. But nature, exhausted, takes lovers
back into itself, as if such creative forces could never be
achieved a second time.
Have you thought of Gaspara Stampa sufficiently:

that any girl abandoned by her lover may feel
from that far intenser example of loving:
"Ah, might I become like her!" Should not their oldest
sufferings finally become more fruitful for us?
Is it not time that lovingly we freed ourselves
from the bel...Read more of this...



by Gregory, Rg
...the poem or the poet
being sifted to the seed but
poetry itself given the works

the most despised belittled
enervated creative cowcake
of them all in the public eye
prestigious when it doesn't matter
to the clapped-out powers and turned
away from when too awkward and 
impolitic to confront - ball
to be bounced from high art to low

when fights break out amongst the teachers
and shakespeare's wielded as a cane
as the rich old crusty clan reverts
to the days it hated him at s...Read more of this...

by Kilmer, Joyce
...hou art Apollo, than the sun more bright!"
They cried. "Our music is of little worth,
But thrill our blood with thy creative mirth
Thou god of song, thou lord of lyric might!"
O singing pilgrim! who could love and follow
Your lover Christ, through even love's despair,
You knew within the cypress-darkened hollow
The feet that on the mountain are so fair.
For it was Christ that was your own Apollo,
And thorns were in the laurel on your hair....Read more of this...

by Robinson, Mary Darby
...dhood mark'd the future man ! 
He scorn'd the puerile sports of vulgar boys, 
His little heart aspir'd to nobler joys; 
Creative Fancy wing'd his few short hours, 
While soothing Hope adorn'd his path with flow'rs, 
Yet FAME'S recording hand no trophy gave, 
Save the sad TEAR­to decorate his grave. 

Yet in this dark, mysterious scene of woe, 
Conviction's flame shall shed a radiant glow; 
His infant MUSE shall bind with nerves of fire 
The sacrilegious hand that stabs it...Read more of this...

by Kramberger, Taja
...gnorance and dullness, you have experienced all
that is necessary to understand the meaning
and responsibility of the creative person in the world.

Göttingen 1937, Tlatelolco 1968, Koper 2010.
Important burnt-out sites of hopes and comprehensions, 
the only worthy investments in the future.

Nothing can excuse the actions of madness,
what is left after is merely the disinfectant
smell of crime and some newly
decorated vultures.

Beware of them! T...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Mary Darby
...thy mild controul, 
Awakes to REASON's dawn, the IDIOT soul; 
When mists absorb the MENTAL sight, 
'Tis thine, to dart CREATIVE LIGHT; 
'Tis thine, to chase the filmy clouds away, 
And o'er the mind's deep bloom, spread a refulgent ray. 
Nor is thy wond'rous art confin'd, 
Within the bounds of MENTAL space, 
For thou canst boast exterior grace, 
Bright emblem of the fertile mind; 
Yes; I have seen thee, with persuasion meek, 
Bathe in the lucid tear, on Beauty's cheek, 
...Read more of this...

by Bronte, Charlotte
...
How far is night advanced, and when will day
Retinge the dusk and livid air with bloom,
And fill this void with warm, creative ray ? 
Would I could sleep again till, clear and red,
Morning shall on the mountain-tops be spread! 

I'd call my women, but to break their sleep, 
Because my own is broken, were unjust; 

They've wrought all day, and well-earned slumbers steep
Their labours in forgetfulness, I trust; 
Let me my feverish watch with patience bear, 
Thankful that none...Read more of this...

by Tebb, Barry
...envy always,



There are some few I talk and write to

And occasionally meet. David Lambert, poet and teacher

Of creative writing, doing it ‘my way’ in the nineties,

UEA found his services superfluous to their needs.



? ? you may **** like hell,

But I abhor your jealous narcissistic smell

And as for your much vaunted pc prose

I’d rather stick my prick inside the thorniest rose.



Jeanne Conn of ‘Connections’ your letters

are even longer than my own and ...Read more of this...

by Orlovsky, Peter
...d, I'd, I'd be a woman if I did 
 that.
No, I'd rather polish my sneakers than that and as for the floor 
 its more creative to paint it then clean it up.
As for the dishes I can do that for I am thinking of getting a job in 
 a lunchenette.
My life and my room are like two huge bugs following me 
 around the globe.
Thank god I have an innocent eye for nature.
I was born to remember a song about love - on a hill a butterfly 
 makes a cup that I drink from,...Read more of this...

by Petrarch, Francesco
...N class=i2>The High Eternal, in whose works supremeThe Master's vast creative power hath spoke:At whose command each circling sphere awoke,Jove mildly rose, and Mars with fiercer beam:To earth He came, to ratify the schemeReveal'd to us through prophecy's dark cloak,To sound redemption, speak man's...Read more of this...

by Tebb, Barry
...



‘Like hell he would’ I thought but I phoned him all the same

At his converted farmhouse at Barswill, a Lecturer in Creative Writing

At the uni. But what’s he written, I wondered, apart from his CV?



“Well I am organising a reading but only for the big people, you understand,

Hardman, Harrison, Doughty, Duhig, Basher O’Brien, you know the kind,

The ones that count, the ones I owe my job to.”

We nattered on and on until by way of adieu I read the final couple...Read more of this...

by Voznesensky, Andrei
...e giving 
 Lollobrigida a caress. 

 The Anti-great-academician 
 has got a blotting paper vision. 

 Long live creative Antiworlds, 
 great fantasy amidst daft words! 
 There are wise men and stupid peasants, 
 there are no trees without deserts. 

 There're Antimen and Antilorries, 
 Antimachines in woods and forests. 
 There's salt of earth, and there's a fake. 
 A falcon dies without a snake. 

 I like my dear critics best. 
 The greatest of th...Read more of this...

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...n apart,
Her phantom, beauteous as a dream,
She plunged into the silvery stream,
Surrendering to her spoiler's art.
Creative power soon in your breast unfolded;
Too noble far, not idly to conceive,
The shadow's form in sand, in clay ye moulded,
And made it in the sketch its being leave.
The longing thirst for action then awoke,--
And from your breast the first creation broke.

By contemplation captive made,
Ensnared by your discerning eye,
The friendly phantom's s...Read more of this...

by Chatterton, Thomas
...The Sun revolving on his axis turns, 
And with creative fire intensely burns; 
Impell'd by forcive air, our Earth supreme, 
Rolls with the planets round the solar gleam. 
First Mercury completes his transient year, 
Glowing, refulgent, with reflected glare; 
Bright Venus occupies a wider way, 
The early harbinger of night and day; 
More distant still our globe terraqueous turns, 
Nor chills intense, ...Read more of this...

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...were,
At first, but soon distorted, seemed to be
"Obscure clouds moulded by the casual air;
And of this stuff the car's creative ray
Wrought all the busy phantoms that were there
"As the sun shapes the clouds--thus, on the way
Mask after mask fell from the countenance
And form of all, and long before the day
"Was old, the joy which waked like Heaven's glance
The sleepers in the oblivious valley, died,
And some grew weary of the ghastly dance
"And fell, as I have fallen by the...Read more of this...

by Warton, Thomas
...imic toil
More wide, nor only blends the breathing oil;
But calls the lineaments of life complete
From genial alchymy's creative heat;
Obedient forms to the bright fusion gives,
While in the warm enamel Nature lives.

Reynolds, 'tis thine, from the broad window's height,
To add new lustre to religious light:
Not of its pomp to strip this ancient shrine,
But bid that pomp with purer radiance shine:
With arts unknown before, to reconcile
The willing Graces to the Gothic pil...Read more of this...

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