Famous Queue Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Queue poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous queue poems. These examples illustrate what a famous queue poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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by
Iqbal, Allama Muhammad
...I am going
Where everywhere was dark
And paths are not reaching
As I proceeded
With the confidence I gathered
A queue I saw
Where boys had assembled
Emerald-like garment
They were wearing
In every hand
A little lamp was burning
Without making any noise
To and fro they were moving
Lord alone knows
Where exactly were they going?
While in this thought
My son did I find
Standing in this set
And left behind.
He was at the back
'coz he was not qui...Read more of this...
by
Tessimond, A S J
...iring voice.
The dripping tap makes even granite soften
We trust the brand-name we have heard so often
And join the queue of sheep that flock to buy;
We fools who know our folly, you and I....Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
...-what
She said she’d
Let you watch
If you wanted.”
8
Margaret, this Saturday morning in June
There is a queue at the ‘Princess’ for
The matin?e, down the alley by the blank
Concrete of the cinema’s side I hide
With you, we are counting our picture
Money, I am counting the stars in your
Hair, bound with a cheap plastic comb.
9
You have no idea of my need for you
A lifetime long, every wrong decision
I made betrayed my need; forty years on
He...Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
...asm
Of wondering if I’d inadvertently offended.
A year later a second card explained the silence:
I joined the queue of mourners:
It was August when I saw the Guardian obituary
Behind glass in the Poetry Library.
How astonishing the colour photo,
The mane of white hair,
The proud mien, the wry smile,
Perfect for a bust by Epstein
Or Gaudier Brjeska a century earlier.
I stood by the shelves
Leafing through your books
With their worn covers,
Rema...Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
...d
IN THE POETRY REVIEW
Like Lavinia or Jo
With double spreads
And a glossy colour photo
Instead I’m stuck in a bus queue at Morden
London’s meridian point of zero imagination
Actually it’s a bit like ACUMEN with the Oxleys
Boasting about their 150,000 annual submissions-
If what they print’s the best God help the rest...)
At least my Christmas post had - instead of a card
From Jeremy Reed - his ELEGY FOR DAVID GASCOYNE -
The best poem I’ve had by post ...Read more of this...
by
Hope, Alec Derwent (A D)
...ly repeats Original Sin.
And beauty standing motionless before
Her mirror sees behind her, mile on mile,
A long queue in an unknown corridor,
Anonymous faces plastered with her smile....Read more of this...
by
Hardy, Thomas
...the gravestone shapes that meet
My forward-straining view?
Or forms that cross a window-blind
In circle, knot, and queue:
Gay forms, that cross and whirl and wind
To music throbbing through?" -
III
"The Keeper of the Field of Tombs
Dwells by its gateway-pier;
He celebrates with feast and dance
His daughter's twentieth year:
He celebrates with wine of France
The birthday of his dear." -
IV
"The gates are shut when evening glooms:
Lay down your wre...Read more of this...
by
Scannell, Vernon
...ed, caught, then slaughtered like a ewe
By beasts who padded on four legs or two.
The naked hunter in the bus or queue
Under his decent wool is frightened too
But not of what his hairy forebear knew.
The terrible abstractions prowl about
The compound of his fear and chronic doubt;
He keeps fires burning boldly all night through,
But cannot keep the murderous shadows out....Read more of this...
by
Harrison, Tony
...cap.
(She preferred me to wear suits and part my hair:
You're every bit as good as that lot are!)
All the pension queue came out to stare.
Dad was sprawled beside the postbox (still VR) ,
his cap turned inside up beside his head,
smudged H A H in purple Indian ink
and Brylcreem slicks displayed so folks migh think
he wanted charity for dropping dead.
He never begged. For nowt! Death's reticence
crowns his life, and me, I'm opening my trap
to busk the class ...Read more of this...
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