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Famous Posts Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Carroll, Lewis
...ir one be denied his gaze,
Sinks not in grief and wild amaze,
But, wiser wooer,
He spends the time in writing lays,
And posts them to her.

And if the verse flow free and fast,
Till even the poet is aghast,
A touching Valentine at last
The post shall carry,
When thirteen days are gone and past
Of February.

Farewell, dear friend, and when we meet,
In desert waste or crowded street,
Perhaps before this week shall fleet,
Perhaps to-morrow.
I trust to find YOUR heart...Read more of this...



by Morris, William
...y that the foe the prize hath won,
She weeps glad tears for all her glory done.

Shatter the trumpet, hew adown the posts!
Upon the brazen altar break the sword,
And scatter incense to appease the ghosts
Of those who died here by their own award.
Bring forth the image of the mighty Lord,
And her who unseen o'er the runners hung,
And did a deed for ever to be sung.

Here are the gathered folk; make no delay,
Open King Schœneus' well-filled treasury,
Bring out the g...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...Zuleika — to thy tower's retreat 
Betake thee — Giaffir I can greet: 
And now with him I fain must prate 
Of firmans, imposts, levies, state. 
There's fearful news from Danube's banks, 
Our Vizier nobly thins his ranks, 
For which the Giaour may give him thanks! 
Our sultan hath a shorter way 
Such costly triumph to repay. 
But, mark me, when the twilight drum 
Hath warn'd the troops to food and sleep, 
Unto thy cell will Selim come: 
Then softly from the Haram creep ...Read more of this...

by Tebb, Barry
...eft

To wander the Hollows searching

The stones to find the flowers

Of history and buttercups

Chinned my shadow; doorposts

Askew with worn steps

Leading nowhere.



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My father’s grey dressing

Gown has gone, his hat

And gloves are lost,

The bus he waited for

No longer runs from

The Bridgefield down the

Hill past the Hollows

Ellerby Lane School is a

Shadow on a snapshot

With me sitting on a car

Bonnet by Bayford’s yard,

Holding a dying pup.



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by Bowers, Edgar
...ac Republicans.
There was another stream further along 
Divided through a marsh, lined by the fence
We stretched to posts with Mister Garner’s help
The time he needed cash for his son’s bail
And offered all his place. A noble spring
Under the oak root cooled his milk and butter.
He called me “honey,” working with us there
(My father bought three acres as a gift),
His wife pale, hair a country orange, voice
Uncanny, like a ghost’s, through the open door
Behind her,...Read more of this...



by Pope, Alexander
...h a man there be?
Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?

What though my name stood rubric on the walls,
Or plaister'd posts, with claps, in capitals?
Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers' load,
On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
I sought no homage from the race that write;
I kept, like Asian monarchs, from their sight:
Poems I heeded (now berhym'd so long)
No more than thou, great George! a birthday song.
I ne'er with wits or witlings pass'd my days,
To spread abo...Read more of this...

by Edgar, Marriott
...anted at all 
For they knew once battle had started 
They’d have no time to mess with the ball! 

Joe stood by the goal posts and shivered 
While the fog round his legs seemed to creep 
'Til feeling neglected and lonely 
He leant back and went fast asleep. 

He dreamt he were playing at Wembley 
And t’roar of a thundering cheer 
He were kicking a goal for the Whippets 
When he woke with a clout in his ear! 

He found 'twere the ball that had struck him 
And inside the net...Read more of this...

by Ginsberg, Allen
...
 them now as is my wont at lunchtime to rest 
 my tired foot, 
it was the racks, great wooden shelves and stanchions 
 posts and beams assembled floor to roof jumbled 
 with baggage, 
--the Japanese white metal postwar trunk gaudily 
 flowered & headed for Fort Bragg, 
one Mexican green paper package in purple rope 
 adorned with names for Nogales, 
hundreds of radiators all at once for Eureka, 
crates of Hawaiian underwear, 
rolls of posters scattered over the Peninsula, nu...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Robert
...Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed;
the rising sun in war paint dyes us red;
in broad daylight her gilded bed-posts shine,
abandoned, almost Dionysian.
At last the trees are green on Marlborough Street,
blossoms on our magnolia ignite
the morning with their murderous five days' white.
All night I've held your hand,
as if you had
a fourth time faced the kingdom of the mad--
its hackneyed speech, its homicidal eye--
and dragged me home alive. .Read more of this...

by Trumbull, John
...you ever get by fasting,
Or what the gain, that can arise
From vows and offerings to the skies?
Will heaven reward with posts and fees,
Or send us tea, as consignees,
Give pensions, salaries, places, bribes,
Or chuse us judges, clerks or scribes?
Has it commissions in its gift,
Or cash to serve us at a lift?
Are acts of parliament there made,
To carry on the placeman's trade,
Or has it pass'd a single bill
To let us plunder whom we will?


"And look our list of placemen all o...Read more of this...

by Trumbull, John
...all princes strive,
And nobles lack whereon to live?
Have they not rack'd their whole inventions
To feed their brats on posts and pensions;
Made their Scotch friends with taxes groan,
And pick'd poor Ireland to the bone:
Yet have on hand, as well deserving,
Ten thousand bastards, left for starving?
And can you now, with conscience clear,
Refuse them an asylum here,
And not maintain, in manner fitting,
These genuine sons of mother Britain?


"T' evade these crimes of blackest ...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...snow: 
And ere the early bedtime came 
The white drift piled the window-frame, 
And through the glass the clothes-line posts 
Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts. 
The old familiar sights of ours 
Took marvellous shapes; strange domes and towers 
Rose up where sty or corn-crib stood, 
Or garden-wall, or belt of wood; 
A smooth white mound the brush-pile showed, 
A fenceless drift what once was road; 
The bridle-post an old man sat 
With loose-flung coat and high cocke...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...rs, the attitudes of the men, their curv’d limbs, 
Bending, standing, astride the beams, driving in pins, holding on by posts and braces,
The hook’d arm over the plate, the other arm wielding the axe, 
The floor-men forcing the planks close, to be nail’d, 
Their postures bringing their weapons downward on the bearers, 
The echoes resounding through the vacant building; 
The huge store-house carried up in the city, well under way,
The six framing-men, two in the middle, and tw...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...u are so dear to me. 

You flagg’d walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges! 
You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined sides! you distant ships!
You rows of houses! you window-pierc’d façades! you roofs! 
You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards! 
You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much! 
You doors and ascending steps! you arches! 
You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!
From all th...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...Zuleika — to thy tower's retreat 
Betake thee — Giaffir I can greet: 
And now with him I fain must prate 
Of firmans, imposts, levies, state. 
There's fearful news from Danube's banks, 
Our Vizier nobly thins his ranks, 
For which the Giaour may give him thanks! 
Our sultan hath a shorter way 
Such costly triumph to repay. 
But, mark me, when the twilight drum 
Hath warn'd the troops to food and sleep, 
Unto thy cell will Selim come: 
Then softly from the Haram creep ...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...ing with the waterfall,"   At poor old Susan then she railed,  While to the town she posts away;  "If Susan had not been so ill,  Alas! I should have had him still,  My Johnny, till my dying day."   Poor Betty! in this sad distemper,  The doctor's self would hardly spare,  Unworthy things she talked and wild,  Even he, of cattle the m...Read more of this...

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...vistas and rows
Like a whirlwind it goes,
And the air like the stream from the furnace glows.
Beams are crackling--posts are shrinking
Walls are sinking--windows clinking--
Children crying--
Mothers flying--
And the beast (the black ruin yet smouldering under)
Yells the howl of its pain and its ghastly wonder!
Hurry and skurry--away--away,
The face of the night is as clear as day!
As the links in a chain,
Again and again
Flies the bucket from hand to hand;
High in arches...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...fire-balloon 
Rose gem-like up before the dusky groves 
And dropt a fairy parachute and past: 
And there through twenty posts of telegraph 
They flashed a saucy message to and fro 
Between the mimic stations; so that sport 
Went hand in hand with Science; otherwhere 
Pure sport; a herd of boys with clamour bowled 
And stumped the wicket; babies rolled about 
Like tumbled fruit in grass; and men and maids 
Arranged a country dance, and flew through light 
And shadow, while the...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...ons from clay, 
Being clay myself. Let not those spirits be 
Offended with such base low likenesses; 
We know their posts are nobler far than these. 

LV 

When the great signal ran from heaven to hell — 
About ten million times the distance reckon'd 
From our sun to its earth, as we can tell 
How much time it takes up, even to a second, 
For every ray that travels to dispel 
The fogs of London, through which, dimly beacon'd, 
The weathercocks are gilt some thrice a y...Read more of this...

by Matthew, John
...grate your ears now.

Like me, don’t be prey to sudden,
Rushes of anger that comes over cables,
And with emails and posts demolish,
Without thinking of consequences -
I have done that and am living to regret.

Don’t drink bottled and sealed lifestyles,
Its sugar, water and carbon dioxide,
Will dither you, disorient you, and sap you,
And don’t eat fast food with loose change,
They will suck you into their assembly line.

Lastly do not try to see with closed eyes,
A...Read more of this...

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