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Famous Low Down Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Bukowski, Charles
...having the low down blues and going
into a restraunt to eat.
you sit at a table.
the waitress smiles at you.
she's dumpy. her ass is too big.
she radiates kindess and symphaty.
live with her 3 months and a man would no real agony.
o.k., you'll tip her 15 percent.
you order a turkey sandwich and a
the man at the table ac...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
I reckoned myself no fool--
Till I met with a maid on the Brookland Road,
That turned me back to school. 

 Low down-low down!
 Where the liddle green lanterns shine--
 O maids, I've done with 'ee all but one,
 And she can never' be mine!

'Twas right in the middest of a hot June night,
With thunder duntin' round,
And I see'd her face by the fairy light
That beats from off the ground.

She only smiled and she never spoke,
She smiled and went away;
But when she...Read More

by Wilde, Oscar
...ded wain
Was journeying Paphos-ward, high up afar
From mortal ken between the mountains and the morning star,

And when low down she spied the hapless pair,
And heard the Oread's faint despairing cry,
Whose cadence seemed to play upon the air
As though it were a viol, hastily
She bade her pigeons fold each straining plume,
And dropt to earth, and reached the strand, and saw their dolorous

For as a gardener turning back his head
To catch the last notes of the linnet...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...r guns of our war?
"What mark ye? Their smoke, or the cloud-rack outblown?
"What chase ye? Their lights, or the Daystar low down?"

So, times past all number deceived by false shows,
Deceiving we cumber the road of our foes,
For this is our virtue: to track and betray;
Preparing great battles a sea's width away.

Now peace is at end and our peoples take heart,
For the laws are clean gone that restrained our art;
Up and down the near headlands and against the far wind
We a...Read More

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle
...ainter, do not tell
Of silvery streams and shaded, flowery dell,
Nor talk of clouds with faces to the sun,
That hang low down where golden rivers run.
But dare to paint with skillful, cunning art
The secret workings of a woman's heart.
Oh, catch the light that lingers in her eyes—
The passing gleam that o'er the shadow flies;
Then paint for me the secrets of her soul,
That I may read as on some written scroll.
If this you cannot do, then talk no more
Of nature's we...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...t serve a twelvemonth and a day.' 

For so the Queen believed that when her son 
Beheld his only way to glory lead 
Low down through villain kitchen-vassalage, 
Her own true Gareth was too princely-proud 
To pass thereby; so should he rest with her, 
Closed in her castle from the sound of arms. 

Silent awhile was Gareth, then replied, 
'The thrall in person may be free in soul, 
And I shall see the jousts. Thy son am I, 
And since thou art my mother, must obey.Read More

by Hardy, Thomas
The insistent question for each animate mind,
And gazing, to my growing sight there seemed
A pale yet positive gleam low down behind,

Whereof, to lift the general night,
A certain few who stood aloof had said,
'See you upon the horizon that small light --
Swelling somewhat?' Each mourner shook his head.

And they composed a crowd of whom
Some were right good, and many nigh the best....
Thus dazed and puzzled 'twixt the gleam and gloom
Mechan...Read More

by Sherrick, Fannie Isabelle than the flowers that scent the air.
Her eyes are velvety and soft and brown,
Her hair—a shimmering splendor falls low down,
Her dark robes sweep the marble floor; one hand
Is clasped in his; in silence now they stand,
No need of words when silence speaketh more
Than all the wealth of speech, or written lore.
Her eyes are turned to his; no more they grieve;
Oh, who can tell the spell that love doth weave?
The music of the stars, a faint, sweet strain,
Floats down...Read More

by Sassoon, Siegfried
...the light. 

At sermon-time, while Squire is in his pew, 
He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare: 
For, though low down upon the list, I’m there; 
‘In proud and glorious memory’ ... that’s my due.
Two bleeding years I fought in France, for Squire: 
I suffered anguish that he’s never guessed. 
Once I came home on leave: and then went west... 
What greater glory could a man desire?...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord her will they couched their spears, 
Three against one: and Gawain passing by, 
Bound upon solitary adventure, saw 
Low down beneath the shadow of those towers 
A villainy, three to one: and through his heart 
The fire of honour and all noble deeds 
Flashed, and he called, `I strike upon thy side-- 
The caitiffs!' `Nay,' said Pelleas, `but forbear; 
He needs no aid who doth his lady's will.' 

So Gawain, looking at the villainy done, 
Forbore, but in his heat and eage...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...ard and Dover,
We hand our stuff over,
Though I may not inform how we do it, nor when.
But a light on each quarter,
Low down on the water,
Is well understanded by poor honest men.

Even then we have dangers,
From meddlesome strangers,
Who spy on our business and are not content
To take a smooth answer,
Except with a handspike . . .
And they say they are murdered by poor honest men!

To be drowned or be shot
Is our natural lot,
Why should we, moreover, be h...Read More

by Masters, Edgar Lee
She smiled and asked me in. I entered --
She slammed the door and began to scream,
"Take your hands off, you low down varlet!"
Just then her husband entered.
I waved my hands, choked up with words.
He went for his gun, and I ran out.
But neither the Supreme Court nor my wife
Believed a word she said....Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel

Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, 
A deep rolling bass.
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, BOOM,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom,
Boomlay, boomlay, b...Read More

by Lawson, Henry blaze, 
And out where the tank-heap rises 
Or looms when the sunlights wane, 
Till it seems like a distant mountain 
Low down on the Great Grey Plain. 

No sign of a stream or fountain, 
No spring on its dry, hot breast, 
No shade from the blazing noontide 
Where a weary man might rest. 
Whole years go by when the glowing 
Sky never clouds for rain -- 
Only the shrubs of the desert 
Grow on the Great Grey Plain. 

From the camp, while the rich man's dreaming, 
...Read More

by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...the great door open flies.
Now they have taken him from the jail,
And hard and fast they ride,
And the leader laughs low down in his throat,
As they halt my trunk beside.
Oh, the judge, he wore a mask of black,
[Pg 220]And the doctor one of white,
And the minister, with his oldest son,
Was curiously bedight.
Oh, foolish man, why weep you now?
'Tis but a little space,
And the time will come when these shall dread
...Read More

by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...he great door open flies.
Now they have taken him from the jail,
And hard and fast they ride,
And the leader laughs low down in his throat,
As they halt my trunk beside.

Oh, the judge, he wore a mask of black,
And the doctor one of white,
And the minister, with his oldest son,
Was curiously bedight.
Oh, foolish man, why weep you now?
'Tis but a little space,
And the time will come when these shall dread
The mem'ry of your face.
I feel the rope against my bark...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down;
There's money to burn in the streets to-night, so I've sent my klooch to town,
With a haggard face and a ribband of red entwined in her hair of brown.

And I know at the dawn she'll come reeling home with the bottles, one, two, three --
One for herself, to drown her shame, and two ...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...Jack would laugh an' joke all day;
Never saw a lad so gay;
Singin' like a medder lark,
Loaded to the Plimsoll mark
With God's sunshine was that boy;
Had a strangle-holt on Joy.
Held his head 'way up in air,
Left no callin' cards on Care;
Breezy, buoyant, brave and true;
Sent his sunshine out to you;
Cheerfulest when clouds was black --
 Happy Jack! Oh,...Read More

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...the lark echoes athwart the clear air.
Now from the neighboring copse comes a roar, and the tops of the alders
Bend low down,--in the wind dances the silvery grass;
Night ambrosial circles me round; in the coolness so fragrant
Greets me a beauteous roof, formed by the beeches' sweet shade.
In the depths of the wood the landscape suddenly leaves me
And a serpentine path guides up my footsteps on high.
Only by stealth can the light through the leafy trellis of branc...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...shadowy night, 
As I saw you had something to tell, as you bent to me night after night, 
As you droop’d from the sky low down, as if to my side, (while the other stars all
 look’d on;)
As we wander’d together the solemn night, (for something, I know not what, kept me
As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west, ere you went, how full you were
As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze, in the cold transparent night, 
As I ...Read More

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