Famous Punishes Poems by Famous Poets

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

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Especially When The October Wind

by Dylan Thomas
 Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Shut, too, in a tower of words,...Read more of this...

Dancing of Sounds

by Dejan Stojanovic
There is a moonlight note
In the Moonlight Sonata; 
There is a thunder note
In an angry sky.

Sound unbound by nature
Becomes bounded by art.
There is no competition of sounds
Between a nightingale and a violin.

Nature rewards and punishes
By offering unpredictable ways; 
Art is apotheosis; 
Often, the complaint of beauty.

Nature is an outcry, 
Unpolished truth; 
The art—a euphemism— 
Tamed wilderness. ...Read more of this...

A Poets Voice XV

by Kahlil Gibran
 Part One


The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry. 

My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and give the juice to the thirsty. 

Heaven fills my lamp with oil and I place it at my window to direct...Read more of this...

An Argument

by Thomas Moore
 I've oft been told by learned friars,
That wishing and the crime are one,
And Heaven punishes desires
As much as if the deed were done.

If wishing damns us, you and I
Are damned to all our heart's content;
Come, then, at least we may enjoy
Some pleasure for our punishment!...Read more of this...

Modern Love VI: It Chanced His Lips Did Meet

by George Meredith
 It chanced his lips did meet her forehead cool. 
She had no blush, but slanted down her eye. 
Shamed nature, then, confesses love can die: 
And most she punishes the tender fool 
Who will believe what honours her the most! 
Dead! is it dead? She has a pulse, and flow 
Of tears, the price of blood-drops, as I know,...Read more of this...

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