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Famous Pow Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...thee, Willie Creech,
 Tho’ far awa!


May never wicked Fortune touzle him!
May never wicked men bamboozle him!
Until a pow as auld’s Methusalem
 He canty claw!
Then to the blessed new Jerusalem,
 Fleet wing awa!


 Note 1. Edinburgh. [back]...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert



...n shall never daunton me.
 To daunton me, &c.


He hirples twa fauld as he dow,
Wi’ his teethless gab and his auld beld pow,
And the rain rains down frae his red blear’d e’e;
That auld man shall never daunton me.
 To daunton me, &c....Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
 Your locks are like the snaw;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
 John Anderson, my jo.


John Anderson, my jo, John,
 We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a cantie day, John,
 We’ve had wi’ ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
 And hand in hand we’ll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
 John Anderson, my jo....Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...
Quoth I, For shame, ye dirty dame,
 Gae spin your tap o’ tow!
She took the rock, and wi’ a knock,
 She brak it o’er my pow.
 The weary pund, &c.


At last her feet—I sang to see’t!
 Gaed foremost o’er the knowe,
And or I wad anither jad,
 I’ll wallop in a tow.
 The weary pund, &c....Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...now our joys are fled
 On winter blasts awa;
Yet maiden May, in rich array,
 Again shall bring them a’.


But my white pow, nae kindly thowe
 Shall melt the snaws of Age;
My trunk of eild, but buss or beild,
 Sinks in Time’s wintry rage.
Oh, Age has weary days,
 And nights o’ sleepless pain:
Thou golden time, o’ Youthfu’ prime,
 Why comes thou not again!...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert



...THE ROBIN to the Wren’s nest
 Cam keekin’ in, cam keekin’ in;
O weel’s me on your auld pow,
 Wad ye be in, wad ye be in?
Thou’s ne’er get leave to lie without,
 And I within, and I within,
Sae lang’s I hae an auld clout
 To rowe ye in, to rowe ye in....Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...WHILE new-ca’d kye rowte at the stake
An’ pownies reek in pleugh or braik,
This hour on e’enin’s edge I take,
 To own I’m debtor
To honest-hearted, auld Lapraik,
 For his kind letter.


Forjesket sair, with weary legs,
Rattlin the corn out-owre the rigs,
Or dealing thro’ amang the naigs
 Their ten-hours’ bite,
My awkart Muse sair pleads and begs
 I would na write.


The tapetless, ramfeezl’d hizzie,...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...s warning dreads,
Until the Steamer struck a number of boulders, known as The Heads. 

And close to the point where the Pow falls into the Tay,
Which the people that escaped drowning will remember for many a day,
Because many of the passengers were thrown off their balance;
But, most fortunately, they were all saved merely by chance. 

And owing to the suddenness of the shock, many women fainted away,
Which filled the rest of the passengers' hearts with dismay;
But they soon ...Read more of this...
by McGonagall, William Topaz
...
Come fill up my cup, etc. 

As he rode down the sanctified bends of the Bow, 
Ilk carline was flyting and shaking her pow; 
But the young plants of grace they looked couthie and slee, 
Thinking luck to thy bonnet, thou Bonny Dundee! 
Come fill up my cup, etc. 

With sour-featured Whigs the Grass-market was crammed, 
As if half the West had set tryst to be hanged;
There was spite in each look, there was fear in each e’e, 
As they watched for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee. 
Com...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter
...Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow is bald, John,
Your locks are like the snow;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo!

John Anderson, my jo John,
We clamb the hill thegither,
And mony a canty day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson my jo....Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...ht.
Yet as her head drooped low,
 With withered hair,
It seemed the candle glow
 Made halo there.

And so with silvered pow
 I sigh because
They don't make women now
 Like Mammy was....Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...f earth,
 The roads of wrath.

It scares me now to think of how
 Foolhardily I fared;
Though mighty scarred of pelt and pow
 A dozen deaths I've dared;
Yet there are trails I would explore,
 And wilds that for me wait . . .
Alas! I'll wander nevermore,--
 The hour's too late.

The folks are at my picture show,
 I smoke my pipe and sigh.
Soft-slippered by the ember's glow
 A baby-sitter I.
Behold! In dressing-gown of mauve,
 To comfort reconciled,
A rover rocks the cradle of
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by Service, Robert William
...in the sun,
A pleasant page to read -
You'll find when all is said and done,
That's nearly all you need. 

You may have pow-wowed with the Great
And played a potent part
In serious affairs of state,
But now with quiet heart
You bide beside a rosy fire
And blether with a friend,
Discovering that you require
So little in the end. 

And all your days of fevered flight
For glory, gold or gear
Will seem so futile when the Night
Draws dolorously near;
And you will only ask to be
Wi...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...(July 15) 

We know who 
the guards are 
in those POW 
movies with brutal 
but easy to 
fool fat Germans 
or sadistic Japanese 
who never smiled 
they're the grown-ups 
we're the kids 
that's the secret...Read more of this...
by Lehman, David
...the gong when I am feelin' gay;
It's most unfortunate, I guess, his face was in the way."
Then scratchin' of his snowy pow the Judge looked down severe,
Where bright wi' paint like plaster saint sat Violet de Vere.

Says he: "I'm going to impose a twenty dollar fine."
Says Violet: "Your Honour, to your judgement I resign.
I realize I should not my agility reveal:
Next time I'll kick the Sheriff with my toe and not my heel.
I'm grateful to the Court because I'm not put in the...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William

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