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Famous Homemade Poems by Famous Poets

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

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Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry
...s lifting sheets
out of the cold water in the wringer washer,
or from the way she stepped back,
wiping her hands on her homemade floursack apron,
and admired her jars of canned peaches
that glowed like amber in the dim cellar light.
I see those women in my mother
as she worked, grinning and happy,
in her garden that spilled its bounty into her arms.
She gave away baskets of peppers,
lettuce, eggplant, gave away bowls of pasts,
meatballs, zeppoli, loaves of homemade bread.
"It...Read more of this...
by Gillan, Maria Mazziotti



...kers 
and share what he had. 
Something is missing. 
The cut glass ashtray 
is here and overflowing, 
the big bottle of homemade, 
the pack of English Ovals, 
the new red bicycle deck 
wrapped in cellophane 
and gold edged, the dishes 
crusted with the last snack. 
The music is gone. The lilt 
of his worn voice broken 
with the weight of all 
those lost languages -- 
"If you knew Solly like 
I knew Solly, oy oy 
oy what a girl." That music 
made new each day and absent 
forev...Read more of this...
by Levine, Philip
...Best
you can eat fresh corn
From daddy's garden
And okra
And greens
And cabbage
And lots of
Barbeque
And buttermilk
And homemade ice-cream
At the church picnic
And listen to
Gospel music
Outside
At the church
Homecoming
And go to the mountains with
Your grandmother
And go barefooted
And be warm
All the time
Not only when you go to bed
And sleep...Read more of this...
by Giovanni, Nikki
...Manlier sins than mine.

  Dear old mavericks, customs mend.
  I would not glory to make an end
    Marked like a homemade sieve.
  But with a touch of your own old pride
  Grant me to travel the trail I ride.
  Gamely and gaily, the way you died,
    Give me the nerve to live.

  Ay, and for you I will dare assume
  Some Valhalla of sun and room
    Over the last divide.
  There, in eternally fenceless West,
  Rest to your souls, if they care to rest,
  Or e...Read more of this...
by Clark, Badger
...apply it with great lingering care before
moving into her parlor to play 78 records and drink gin-and-tonics
beside her homemade altar to James Madison.

In a town of this size, it's certainly possible that I'll be invited over
one night.

In fact I'll bet you something.

Somewhere in the future I am remembering today. I'll bet you
I'm remembering how I walked into the park at five thirty,
my favorite time of day, and how I found two cold pitchers
of just poured beer, sitting...Read more of this...
by Berman, David



...speare, Neruda,
immortal Emily
and let yourself flow
into their music. 

Go to the kitchen
and start peeling onions
for homemade sugo. 

Before you know it,
the poem will be crying
as your ripe tomatoes
bubble away
with inspiration. 

When the whole house is filled
with the tender tomato aroma,
start kneading the pasta. 

As you rock
over the damp sensuous dough,
making it bend to your will,
as you make love to this manna
of flour and water,
the poem will get hungry
and come
...Read more of this...
by Jong, Erica
...around the littlest

children, whose wet diapers were in various stages of anarchy.

He made his breakfast: a slice of homemade bread covered

with Karo syrup and peanut butter.

"Let's go," he said.

 We left the house with him still eating the sandwich. The

store was three blocks away, on the other side of a field

covered with heavy yellow grass. There were many pheasants

in the field. Fat with summer they barely flew away when we

came up to them.

 "Hello, " said the ...Read more of this...
by Brautigan, Richard

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