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Famous Designer Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Tebb, Barry
...olour of lank

February grass?



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Under the stone canopy

Of the Grand Arcade

I pass Europa Nightclub;

In black designer glass

I watch the faces pass

But none is like your’s,

No voice, no eyes,

No smile at all

Like your’s.





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From Kirkstall Lock

The rhubarb crop

To Knostrop’s forcing sheds

The roots ploughed up

Arranged in beds

Of perfect darkness

Where the buds burst

With a pip, rich pink

Stalks and yellow leaves

Hand-picked by

Candle-light...Read more of this...



by Harcombe, Dale
...oud on the footpath 
  near Town Hall.

  In the dusk of a blustery day,  
  people, toting bags emblazoned 
  with designer labels, walked past. 
  Their gaze sliding away from her like water, 
  they turned toward the nimbus 
  of lights across the street, glittering 
  like angels in the trees. 

  I walked on too, then wished I had
  turned back. But the tide
  flowed against me. 
  With nothing else to give 
  I came home and wrote a poem. 



© M...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...If she could have the choosing?
Said she: 'For woman I can see
 No fortune finer,
Than to go in for Art and be
 A dress designer.'

With heavy heart I asked the third
 What was her life ambition;
A maiden she in look and word
 Of modest disposition.
'Alas, I dearly wish,' said she,
 'My aims were deeper:
My highest hope it is to be
 A good house-keeper.'

Which did I choose? Look at my home,--
 The answer's there;
As neat and sweet as honeycomb,
 With children fai...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...One day the Great Designer sought
His Clerk of Birth and Death.
Said he: "Two souls are in my thought,
to whom I gave life-breath.
I deemed my work was fitly done,
But yester-eve I saw
That in the finished brain of one
There was a tiny flaw.

"It worried me, and I would know,
Since I am all to blame,
What happened to them down below,
Of honour or of shame;
For if ...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...Said I: "See yon vast heaven shine,--
 What earthly sight diviner?
Before such radiant Design
 Why doubt Designer?"

Said he: "Design is just a thought
 In human cerebration,
And meaningless if Man is not
 Part of creation.

"But grant Design,--we may imply
 The job took toil aplenty;
Then why one sole designer, why
 Not ten or twenty.

"But should there be one Source supreme
 Of matter and of motion,
Why mould it like our man-machine
 For daft devotion...Read more of this...



by Hardy, Thomas
...For A. W. B.

SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side
An arch-designer, for she planned to build.
He was of wise contrivance, deeply skilled
In every intervolve of high and wide--
Well fit to be her guide.

"Whatever it be,"
Responded he,
With cold, clear voice, and cold, clear view,
"In true accord with prudent fashionings
For such vicissitudes as living brings,
And thwarting not the law of stable things,
That...Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...And its bold style is quite in keeping with the country I find,
And the Committee were fortunate in obtaining so able a designer as Mr. Rhind." 

Then, turning to the Chief Magistrate of Aberfeldy,
He said, "Sir, I have been requested by the Committee
To give you the deed conveying the monument to your care,
With the feu-charter of the ground, therefore, sir, I'd have you beware." 

Then the Chief Magistrate Forbes to Lord Breadalbane said,
"My noble Lord, I accep...Read more of this...

by Thompson, Francis
...
Ah! is thy Love indeed a weed,
albeit an Amaranthine weed,
Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?
Ah! must, Designer Infinite,
Ah! must thou char the wood 'ere thou canst limn with it ?
My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust.
And now my heart is as a broken fount,
Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
From the dank thoughts that shiver upon the sighful branches of my
mind.

Such is. What is to be ?
The pulp so bitter, how shall t...Read more of this...

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