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Famous Simmer Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...worth gowd;
 Willie’s awa!

Now gawkies, tawpies, gowks and fools,
Frae colleges and boarding schools,
May sprout like simmer puddock-stools
 In glen or shaw;
He wha could brush them down to mools—
 Willie’s awa!

The brethren o’ the Commerce-chaumer
May mourn their loss wi’ doolfu’ clamour;
He was a dictionar and grammar
 Among them a’;
I fear they’ll now mak mony a stammer;
 Willie’s awa!

Nae mair we see his levee door
Philosophers and poets pour,
And toothy critics by ...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...han braes o’ Yarrow ever saw.
 Blythe, blythe, &c.

Her looks were like a flow’r in May,
 Her smile was like a simmer morn:
She tripped by the banks o’ Earn,
 As light’s a bird upon a thorn.
 Blythe, blythe, &c.

Her bonie face it was as meek
 As ony lamb upon a lea;
The evening sun was ne’er sae sweet,
 As was the blink o’ Phemie’s e’e.
 Blythe, blythe, &c.

The Highland hills I’ve wander’d wide,
 And o’er the Lawlands I hae been;
But Phemie was th...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...ud an’ shill the frosty wind
 Blaws thro’ the leafless timmer, sir;
But if ye come this gate again;
 I’ll aulder be gin simmer, sir.
 I’m o’er young, &c....Read More

by Burns, Robert
...drapping rains
 Maun ever flow.

Mourn, Spring, thou darling of the year!
Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear:
Thou, Simmer, while each corny spear
 Shoots up its head,
Thy gay, green, flow’ry tresses shear,
 For him that’s dead!

Thou, Autumn, wi’ thy yellow hair,
In grief thy sallow mantle tear!
Thou, Winter, hurling thro’ the air
 The roaring blast,
Wide o’er the naked world declare
 The worth we’ve lost!

Mourn him, thou Sun, great source of light!
Mourn, Empress of ...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...traught was its make,
The sun took delight to shine for its sake,
 And it will be the brag o’ the forest yet.

The simmer is gane when the leaves they were green,
And the days are awa’ that we hae seen,
But far better days I trust will come again;
 For my bonie laddie’s young, but he’s growin’ yet....Read More

by Burns, Robert
...IN simmer, when the hay was mawn,
 And corn wav’d green in ilka field,
While claver blooms white o’er the lea
 And roses blaw in ilka beild!
Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel,
 Says—“I’ll be wed, come o’t what will”:
Out spake a dame in wrinkled eild;
 “O’ gude advisement comes nae ill.

“It’s ye hae wooers mony ane,
 And lassie, ye’re but young ye ken;
T...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...I should beg
 Wi’ lyart pow,
I’ll laugh an’ sing, an’ shake my leg,
 As lang’s I dow!

Now comes the sax-an’-twentieth simmer
I’ve seen the bud upon the timmer,
Still persecuted by the limmer
 Frae year to year;
But yet, despite the kittle kimmer,
 I, Rob, am here.

Do ye envy the city gent,
Behint a kist to lie an’ sklent;
Or pursue-proud, big wi’ cent. per cent.
 An’ muckle wame,
In some bit brugh to represent
 A bailie’s name?

Or is’t the paughty, feudal th...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn
 When Nature’s face is fair,
I walked forth to view the corn,
 An’ snuff the caller air.
The rising sun owre Galston muirs
 Wi’ glorious light was glintin;
The hares were hirplin down the furrs,
 The lav’rocks they were chantin
 Fu’ sweet that day.

As lightsomely I glowr’d abroad,
 To see a scene sae gay,
Three hizzies, early at ...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...e hairst afore the Sherra-moor,
 I mind’t as weel’s yestreen—
I was a gilpey then, I’m sure
 I was na past fyfteen:
The simmer had been cauld an’ wat,
 An’ stuff was unco green;
An’ eye a rantin kirn we gat,
 An’ just on Halloween
 It fell that night.

“Our stibble-rig was Rab M’Graen,
 A clever, sturdy fallow;
His sin gat Eppie Sim wi’ wean,
 That lived in Achmacalla:
He gat hemp-seed, 11 I mind it weel,
 An’he made unco light o’t;
But mony a day was by himsel’,
 He was...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...n’d labour back to keep,
I gied thy cog a wee bit heap
 Aboon the timmer:
I ken’d my Maggie wad na sleep,
 For that, or simmer.

In cart or car thou never reestit;
The steyest brae thou wad hae fac’t it;
Thou never lap, an’ sten’t, and breastit,
 Then stood to blaw;
But just thy step a wee thing hastit,
 Thou snoov’t awa.

My pleugh is now thy bairn-time a’,
Four gallant brutes as e’er did draw;
Forbye sax mae I’ve sell’t awa,
 That thou hast nurst:
They drew me thr...Read More

by Gregory, Rg
they intend as a new kind of language

only as their hands bloom red
with their own brand of murders
will their words simmer down to the same

but their rawness is something to hope for
and the cry in the middle of hate
is a cord we should grasp - no matter

how often it will serve as a noose
- when the dungeon we're in is so cosy
crimes-to-come put the boot in for eden...Read More

by Field, Eugene
...oder yeres.

I mind the time when we lost our bairn,--
Do you ken that time? A wambling tot,
You wandered away ane simmer day,
And we hunted and called, and found you not.

I promised God, if He'd send you back,
Alwaies to keepe and to love you, childe;
And I'm thinking again of that promise when
I see you creep out of the storm sae wild.

You came back then as you come back now,--
Your kirtle torn and your face all white;
And you stood outside and knockit and cr...Read More

by Holmes, Oliver Wendell
...e hear 
Do seem more stale than to the sexton's ear 
His own dull chimes. 
Ding dong! ding dong! 
The world is in a simmer like a sea 
Over a pent volcano, -- woe is me 
All the day long! 
From crib to shroud! 
Nurse o'er our cradles screameth lullaby, 
And friends in boots tramp round us as we die, 
Snuffling aloud. 

At morning's call 
The small-voiced pug-dog welcomes in the sun, 
And flea-bit mongrels, wakening one by one, 
Give answer all. 

When evening dim ...Read More

by Scannell, Vernon
Or wanted to, exactly what 
He was, or had been, or would be; 
A quiet brown place, a place to drink 
And let thought simmer like good stock, 
No mirrors to distract, no fat 
And calculating face of clock, 
A good calm place to sip and think. 
If anybody noticed that 
He was even there they'd see 
A fairly tall and slender man, 
Fair-haired, blue-eyed, and handsome in 
A manner strictly masculine. 
They would not know, or want to know, 
More than what they saw of hi...Read More

by Lowell, Robert
...hain-smoked through the night,
learning to flinch
at the flash of the matchlight.

Outside, the summer rain,
a simmer of rot and renewal,
fell in pinpricks.
Even new life is fuel.

My eyes throb.
Nothing can dislodge
the house with my first tooth
noosed in a knot to the doorknob.

Nothing can dislodge
the triangular blotch
of rot on the red roof,
a cedar hedge, or the shade of a hedge.

No ease from the eye
of the sharp-shinned hawk...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...e I'd get slack and stale -
No more chores to do there.

Here I weed the garden plot,
Scare the crows from pillage;
Simmer in the sun a lot,
Talk about the tillage.
Yarn of battles I have fought,
Greybeard of the village.

Heaven's mighty fine, I know . . . .
Still, it ain't so bad here.
See them maples all aglow;
Starlings seem so glad here:
I'll be mighty peeved to go,
Scrumptious times I've had here.

Lord, I know You'll understand.
...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...d streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie!
There simmer first unfauld her robes,
And there the langest tarry;
For there I took the last fareweel
O' my sweet Highland Mary.

How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
As underneath their fragrant shade
I clasped her to my bosom!
The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
Was ...Read More

by Atwood, Margaret
...It's necessary to reserve a secret vice.
This is what comes from forgetting to eat
at the stated mealtimes. You simmer them carefully,
drain, add cream and pepper,
and amble up and down the stairs,
scooping them up with your fingers right out of the bowl,
talking to yourself out loud.
You'd be surprised if you got an answer,
but that part will come later.

There is so much silence between the words,
you say. You say, The sensed absence
of God and the sense...Read More

by Kizer, Carolyn
..., cloves in cheesecloth,
Add the cayenne! Got no cayenne!
Got paprika, salt and pepper.
Bring to boil, reduce heat, simmer.
Did I say that this is summer?
Simmer, summer, summer, simmer.
Mop the floor and suck the finger.
Mop the brow with old potholder.


Time is up! Discard the cheesecloth.
Force the mixture thru the foodmill
(having first discarded ham bone).
Add the lean meat from the ham bone;
Reheat soup and chop the parsley.
Now ...Read More

by Mekas, Jonas spring thaws,
willows torn loose and yellow lily cups,
with children's shrill riots.
The summer heat, its midday simmer:
lillypads crowd, where a riverbed's narrowed,
while mud in the heat smells
of fish and rock-studded shallows.

And even at the peak, when the heat
locked in with no wind appears to shiver and burn,
and barn siding cracks in the sun, even then
this water touches shade, down in the reeds,
so you can feel the pull and crawl,
one cool blue current th...Read More

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