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Famous Painless Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Butler, Ellis Parker
...s’n a pump
An’ give him the janders and yallers
An’ bounce around thumpty-thump;

“But now it is torpid and dormant
And painless and quiet and cold;
Ah, me! all’s so peaceful an’ quiet
Since Grandfather’s liver ’s grown old!

Then Grandmother wiped a new teardrop
And sighed: “It is just like I suz
T’ th’ parson: Grandfather’s liver
Ain’t what it used to was.”...Read more of this...



by Whitman, Walt
...ight burning,
The carpet swept, and a fire in the cheerful stove. 

In one, the sacred parturition scene, 
A happy, painless mother birth’d a perfect child. 

In one, at a bounteous morning meal, 
Sat peaceful parents, with contented sons.

In one, by twos and threes, young people, 
Hundreds concentering, walk’d the paths and streets and roads, 
Toward a tall-domed school. 

In one a trio, beautiful, 
Grandmother, loving daughter, loving daughter’s daughter, s...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...re is no end of it, the voiceless wailing,
No end to the withering of withered flowers,
To the movement of pain that is painless and motionless,
To the drift of the sea and the drifting wreckage,
The bone's prayer to Death its God. Only the hardly, barely prayable
Prayer of the one Annunciation.

It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern, and ceases to be a mere sequence—
Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy
Encouraged by superfici...Read more of this...

by Walker, Alice
...h
is no fun.
"No thank you, Creation,
no muse need apply.
Im out for good times--
at the very least,
some painless convention."


Poetry laid back
and played dead
until this morning.
I wasn't sad or anything,
only restless.


Poetry said: "You remember
the desert, and how glad you were
that you have an eye
to see it with? You remember
that, if ever so slightly?"
I said: "I didn't hear that.
Besides, it's five o'clock in the a....Read more of this...

by Levine, Philip
...my blood 
whitens as on their dull trays 
the tubes dance. I must study 

the dark bellows of the gas 
machine, the painless maker.) 
"...and learning to live with it." 
Oh, but I am learning fast 
to live with any pain, ache, 
growth to keep myself intact; 

and in imagination 
I hug my bruise like an old 
Pooh Bear, already attuned 
to its moods. "Oh, my dark one, 
tell of the coming of cold 
and of Kings, ancient and ruined."...Read more of this...



by Whitman, Walt
...ms away—they tenderly lift me forth.

I lie in the night air in my red shirt—the pervading hush is for my sake; 
Painless after all I lie, exhausted but not so unhappy; 
White and beautiful are the faces around me—the heads are bared of their
 fire-caps; 
The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches. 

Distant and dead resuscitate;
They show as the dial or move as the hands of me—I am the clock myself. 

I am an old artillerist—I tell of my fo...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...can buy
In the reach of ear and eye, -
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!

Oh for boyhood's painless play,
Sleep that wakes in laughing day,
Health that mocks the doctor's rules,
Knowledge never learned of schools,
Of the wild bee's morning chase,
Of the wild-flower's time and place,
Flight of fowl and habitude
Of the tenants of the wood;
How the tortoise bears his shell,
How the woodchuck digs his cell,
And the ground-mole sinks his well;
How the ...Read more of this...

by Wyatt, Sir Thomas
...sprite live, my care to renew,
My body in tempest her succour to embrace.
The body dead, the sprite had his desire,
Painless was th'one, th'other in delight.
Why then, alas, did it not keep it right,
Returning, to leap into the fire?
And where it was at wish, it could not remain,
Such mocks of dreams they turn to deadly pain....Read more of this...

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