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Famous Sickening Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by McGonagall, William Topaz
...esh in a pool or blood afloat. 

Angus McDonald's right arm was missing from the elbow,
and the throat was cut in a sickening manner which filled the villagers hearts with woe,
Especially when they saw two pieces of flesh had been cut from each thigh,
'Twas then the kind-hearted villagers did murmur and sigh. 

Angus McDonald must have felt the pangs of hunger before he did try
to cut two pieces of fiesh from James McDonald's thigh,
But, Oh heaven! the pangs of hunger...Read more of this...

by Nash, Ogden
...y crew,
Reproach them forevermore.

"We are higher than twelve and below fourteen,"
Said Maxie to the bum,
"And the sickening draft that taints the shaft
Is a whiff of kingdom come.
The sickening draft that taints the shaft
Blows through the devil's door!"
And he squashed the latch like a fungus patch,
And revealed the thirteenth floor.

It was cheap cigars like lurid scars
That glowed in the rancid gloom,
The murk was a-boil with fusel oil
And the reek of stale p...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...n in it now, 
As there was then, and worse than there was then; 
For then there was the boy to shoulder it 
Without the sickening weight of added years
Galling him to the grave. Beware of hate 
That has no other boundary than the grave 
Made for it, or for ourselves. Beware, I say; 
And I’m a sorry one, I fear, to say it, 
Though for the moment we may let that go
And while I’m interrupting my own story 
I’ll ask of you the favor of a look 
Into the street. I like ...Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...dressed proceeded home,
Accompanied by their friends, and making a loud moan;
While the faces and necks of others were sickening to behold,
Enough to chill one's blood, and make the heart turn cold. 

Alas! words fail to describe the desolation,
And in many homes it will cause great lamentation;
Because human remains are beyond all identification,
Which will cause the relatives of the sufferers to be in great tribulation. 

Oh, Heaven! it must have been an awful sigh...Read more of this...

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
As forth they fly, with high hope animate.
A hideous squaw pursues them with her hate; 
Her knife descends with sickening force and sound; 
Their bloody entrails stain the snow-clad ground.
She shouts with glee, then yells with rage and falls
Dead by her victims' side, pierced by avenging balls.

Now war runs riot, carnage reigns supreme.
All thoughts of mercy fade from Custer's scheme.
Inhuman methods for inhuman foes, 
Who feed on horror...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...he wheat, the barley-spears
Were hollow-husk'd, the leaf fell, and the sun,
Pale at my grief, drew down before his time
Sickening, and Aetna kept her winter snow.
Then He, the brother of this Darkness, He
Who still is highest, glancing from his height
On earth a fruitless fallow, when he miss'd
The wonted steam of sacrifice, the praise
And prayer of men, decreed that thou should'st dwell
For nine white moons of each whole year with me,
Three dark ones in the shadow with t...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...e the gnawing sloth
On the deer's tender haunches: late, and loth,
'Tis scar'd away by slow returning pleasure.
How sickening, how dark the dreadful leisure
Of weary days, made deeper exquisite,
By a fore-knowledge of unslumbrous night!
Like sorrow came upon me, heavier still,
Than when I wander'd from the poppy hill:
And a whole age of lingering moments crept
Sluggishly by, ere more contentment swept
Away at once the deadly yellow spleen.
Yes, thrice have I this fair...Read more of this...

by Masters, Edgar Lee
...cheered it.
But there were flies and poisonous things;
And there was the deadly water,
And the cruel heat,
And the sickening, putrid food;
And the smell of the trench just back of the tents
Where the soldiers went to empty themselves;
And there were the whores who followed us, full of syphilis;
And beastly acts between ourselves or alone,
With bullying, hatred, degradation among us,
And days of loathing and nights of fear
To the hour of the charge through the steaming sw...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...reaked their faces with their blood, 
which, mingled with their tears, fell at their feet, 
where it was gathered up by sickening worms. 

E poi ch'a riguardar oltre mi diedi, 
vidi genti a la riva d'un gran fiume; 
per ch'io dissi: «Maestro, or mi concedi 

And then, looking beyond them, I could see 
a crowd along the bank of a great river; 
at which I said: "Allow me now to know 

ch'i' sappia quali sono, e qual costume 
le fa di trapassar parer s? pronte, 
com'io dis...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...Kaled went and came, 
The lip of ashes, and the cheek of flame; 
And o'er his brow the dampening heart-drops threw 
The sickening iciness of that cold dew 
That rises as the busy bosom sinks 
With heavy thoughts from which reflection shrinks. 
Yes — there be things which we must dream and dare 
And execute ere thought be half aware: 
Whate'er might Kaled's be, it was enow 
To seal his lip, but agonise his brow. 
He gazed on Ezzelin till Lara cast 
That sidelong smile ...Read more of this...

by Larkin, Philip,
I shall have, till my single body grows
 Inaccurate, tired;
Then I shall start to feel the backward pull
Take over, sickening and masterful -
 Some say, desired.

And this must be the prime of life... I blink,
As if at pain; for it is pain, to think
 This pantomime
Of compensating act and counter-act
Defeat and counterfeit, makes up, in fact
 My ablest time....Read more of this...

by Bukowski, Charles
...n LIGHTS,
get it up there in
8 1/2 x 11 mimeo.

keep it coming like a miracle.

ah christ, writers are the most sickening
of all the louts!
yellow-toothed, slump-shouldered,
gutless, flea-bitten and
obvious . . . in tinker-toy rooms
with their flabby hearts
they tell us
what's wrong with the world-
as if we didn't know that a cop's club
can crack the head
and that war is a dirtier game than
marriage . . .
or down in a basement bar
hiding from a...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
So lately come to leave me thus alone!" But 
Gervase had not seen
Sir Everard. Then, gently, to her bowed
And sickening spirit, he told of her proud
Surrender to him. He could hear her 

Then shame swept over her and held her numb, Hiding 
her anguished face against the seat.
At last she rose, a woman stricken -- dumb -- And trailed away 
with slowly-dragging feet.
Gervase looked after her, but feared to pass The barrier set 
between the...Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...The tenderest sympathy, no doubt, was shown to them,
By the kind hearted Police and Firemen;
The scene in fact was most sickening to behold,
And enough to make one's blood run cold,
To see tear-stained men and women there
Searching for their relatives, and in their eyes a pitiful stare. 

There's one brave man in particular I must mention,
And I'm sure he's worthy of the people's attention.
His name is Thomas Cooke, of No. 6 Percy Road, Canning Town,
Who's name ou...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...nd nerve-twitched pose,
Fingering a watch whose little ticks
Are like horrible hammer-blows.

He does not know that sickening thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.

He does not bend his head to hear
The Burial Office read,
Nor, while the terror of his soul
Tells him he is not dead,
Cross his own coffin, as he moves
Into t...Read more of this...

by Chesterton, G K
...nd figs grew upon thorn, 
Some moment when the moon was blood, 
Then, surely, I was born. 

With monstrous head and sickening bray 
And ears like errant wings— 
The devil's walking parody 
Of all four-footed things: 

The battered outlaw of the earth 
Of ancient crooked will; 
Scourge, beat, deride me—I am dumb— 
I keep my secret still. 

Fools! For I also had my hour— 
One far fierce hour and sweet: 
There was a shout around my head 
And palms about my feet....Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...h of the flock,
     Before the kindling pile was laid,
     And pierced by Roderick's ready blade.
     Patient the sickening victim eyed
     The life-blood ebb in crimson tide
     Down his clogged beard and shaggy limb,
     Till darkness glazed his eyeballs dim.
     The grisly priest, with murmuring prayer,
     A slender crosslet framed with care,
     A cubit's length in measure due;
     The shaft and limbs were rods of yew,
     Whose parents in Inch-Cail...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...ting, ever-cheating Train!
Where are you now? and what is your Amount?
Vexation, Disappointment, and Remorse. 
Sad, sickening, Thought! and yet, deluded Man,
A Scene of wild, disjointed, Visions past,
And broken Slumbers, rises, still resolv'd,
With new-flush'd Hopes, to run your giddy Round.

FATHER of Light, and Life! Thou Good Supreme! 
O! teach me what is Good! teach me thy self!
Save me from Folly, Vanity and Vice,
From every low Pursuit! and feed my Soul,
With K...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...his share of a steed that lay, 
Pick'd by the birds, on the sands of the bay. 


Alp turn'd him from the sickening sight: 
Never had shaken his nerves in fight; 
Be he better could brook to behold the dying, 
Deep in the tide of their warm blood lying, 
Scorch'd with death-thirst, and writing in vain, 
Than the perishing dead who are past all pain. 
There is something of pride in the perilous hour, 
Whate'er be the shape in which death may lour; 
For Fame i...Read more of this...

by Larkin, Philip
...Squat on my life?
Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork
 And drive the brute off?

Six days of the week it soils 
 With its sickening poison -
Just for paying a few bills!
 That's out of proportion.

Lots of folk live on their wits:
 Lecturers, lispers,
Losels, loblolly-men, louts-
 They don't end as paupers;

Lots of folk live up lanes
 With fires in a bucket,
Eat windfalls and tinned sardines-
 they seem to like it.

Their nippers have got bare feet,
 Their unspeakable ...Read more of this...

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