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Famous Slither Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Mayakovsky, Vladimir
their legs gave way. 

But night oozed and oozed through the room ¨C 
and the eye, weighed down, could not slither out of 
the slime. 

The doors suddenly banged ta-ra-bang, 
as though the hotel¡¯s teeth 

You swept in abruptly 
like ¡°take it or leave it!¡± 
Mauling your suede gloves, 
you declared: 
¡°D¡¯you know, 
I¡¯m getting married.¡± 

All right, marry then. 
So what, 
I can take it. 
As you see, I¡¯m calm! ...Read More

by Piercy, Marge
...ain of green fire at the heart. 

Sometimes you open wide as cathedral doors 
and yank me inside. Sometimes you slither 
into me like a snake into its burrow. 
Sometimes you march in with a brass band. 

Ten years of fitting our bodies together 
and still they sing wild songs in new keys. 
It is more and less than love: timing, 
chemistry, magic and will and luck. 

One plus one equal one, unknowable except 
in the moment, not convertible into words, 
...Read More

by Tebb, Barry said about him never did come out;

I’ve tried myself to nail others of that ilk

Hither and thither they slide and slither

And crawl out of the muck white as brides’

Fat with OBE’s, sinecures and sighs

And Collected Poems no one buys.

Yet ‘Mainstrem’, your last but one collection,

I had to wait months for, the last borrower

Kept it for two years and likely I’ll do the same

Your poetry’s like no other, no one could tame

Your roaring fury or your searing pain...Read More

by Duffy, Carol Ann
...I put two yellow peepers in an owl.
Wow. I fix the grin of Crocodile.
Spiv. I sew the slither of an eel. 
I jerk, kick-start, the back hooves of a mule.
Wild. I hold the red rag to a bull.
Mad. I spread the feathers of a gull.

I screw a tight snarl to a weasel.
Fierce. I stitch the flippers on a seal.
Splayed. I pierce the heartbeat of a quail.

I like her to be naked and to kneel.
Tame. My...Read More

by Lima, Rossy Evelin
...I have the cadence of a serpent,
                                            I slither,
time caresses me softly
and hides peacefully
in my labyrinth skin.
I glee among the rocks.
The wind that carries me
is poetry
                living solely within my chest....Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...A drunken man wot well he hath an house,
But he wot not which is the right way thither,
And to a drunken man the way is slither*. *slippery
And certes in this world so fare we.
We seeke fast after felicity,
But we go wrong full often truely.
Thus we may sayen all, and namely* I, *especially
That ween'd*, and had a great opinion, *thought
That if I might escape from prison
Then had I been in joy and perfect heal,
Where now I am exiled from my weal.
Since that I...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...ike a plaster, Eddy.
 Old sport, you're a-slackin' your grip."
Gord! But I'm crocky already;
 My feet, 'ow they slither and slip!
There goes the biff of a bullet.
 The Boches have got us for fair.
Another one -- WHUT!
The son of a ****!
 'E managed to miss by a 'air.
'Ow! Wot was it jabbed at me shoulder?
 Gave it a dooce of a wrench.
Is it Eddy or me
Wot's a-bleedin' so free?
 Crust! but it's long to the trench.
I ain't just as strong as a Sandow,...Read More

by Lawson, Henry
...he old-world way--
They live to lend and borrow.
When shearing's done and cheques gone wrong,
They call it "time to slither"--
They saddle up and say "So-long!"
And ride the Lord knows whither. 

And though he may be brown or black,
Or wrong man there, or right man,
The mate that's steadfast to his mates
They call that man a "white man!"
They tramp in mateship side by side--
The Protestant and Roman--
They call no biped lord or sir,
And touch their hat to no man! 

Th...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...We're dodgin' a' kinds o' destruction, an' jist by the skin o' oor teeth.
Here, spread yersel oot on yer belly, and slither along in the glaur;
Confoond ye, ye big Hielan' deevil! Ye don't realize there's a war.
Ye think that ye're back in Dunvegan, and herdin' the wee bits o' kye."
"She'll neffer trink wine in Dunfegan," says Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye.~

Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska: "Thank goodness! the ferm-hoose at last;
There's no muckle left but t...Read More

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