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Famous Slivers Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Harcombe, Dale
...My daughter raises the smooth
 brass kaleidoscope
 and watches as coloured glass slivers
 conspire together.
 New worlds create themselves before her eyes.
 Garnet spires flirt with sapphire
 and turquoise.
 Topaz and amethyst meet in harmony,
 a selenic mystery.
 A melody of stars singing a tune only she
 can hear.
 Eclectic patterns shiver and shimmer
 then splinter,
 sparking off at tangents of
 tourmaline and jasp...Read more of this...

by Levine, Philip
...f he shows me 
where Reuban lay down 
to ****-off and never woke. 
"We're takin little whiffs 
all the time." 
of glass work their way 
through the canvas gloves 
and burn. Lifting my black glasses 
in the chemical light, I stop 
to squeeze one out and the asbestos 
glows like a hand in moonlight 
or a face in dreams. 


Pinpoints of blue 
along the arms, light rushing 
down across the breasts 
missing the dry shadows 
under them. 
 She stretc...Read more of this...

by Jones, Chris

We hold our fluttery palms to the window,
weigh each one’s chances and let go –

though tonight you pinch up slivers of moonlight,
and creatures whirr from room to room

like sooty sparks, or tightly sprung toys
glancing our low-lit angle poise.

We lie in almost solid heat;
these hours you turn with fists and feet

and cup my hand against your side to feel
the shape, the quiver of a beating heel....Read more of this...

by Troupe, Quincy
...e rhythm in liquid strides of certain looks
eyeballs rippling through breezes
riffing choirs of trees, where a trillion slivers of sunlight prance across
filigreeing leaves, a zillion voices of bamboo reeds, green with summer
saxophone bursts, wrap themselves, like transparent prisms of dew drops
around images, laced with pearls & rhinestones, dreams
& perhaps it is through this decoding of syllables that we learn speech
that sonorous river of broken mirrors carrying our drea...Read more of this...

by Troupe, Quincy
...e voice prints cold black gesticulations
bone bare voices
chewed skeletal choices
in fangs of piranha gales
spewing out slivers of raucous laughter
glinting bright as hard polished silver nails...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt short crackle of the steel driven slantingly into the pine, 
The butter-color’d chips flying off in great flakes and slivers, 
The limber motion of brawny young arms and hips in easy costumes;
The constructor of wharves, bridges, piers, bulk-heads, floats, stays against the sea; 
—The city fireman—the fire that suddenly bursts forth in the close-pack’d square, 
The arriving engines, the hoarse shouts, the nimble stepping and daring, 
The strong command through the fire-tru...Read more of this...

by Gregory, Rg
...he winding wye
curls into my senses

there's no such word
but no such river
merely exists

where this river slivers
between the dream
and the time i camped by it

has left a furmark
on my inward skin
it takes only a wet thought

for hunchbacked woods
and a drift of mist
lifting off the silver water

to sidle onto the retina
where the lazy mind's at ease
(nectar's the drinks all round)

this is my river
that went underground
before priapus found its tongue

and eve...Read more of this...

by Levis, Larry
...ra opening into the light . . . .
And I remember the dark after, the studio closed,
The cameras stolen, slivers of glass from the smashed
Bay window littering the unsanded floors,
And the square below it bathed in sunlight . . . . All this
Before Mr. Hirata died, months later,
From complications following pneumonia.
His death, a letter from a camp official said,
Was purely accidental. I didn't believe it.
Diseases were wise....Read more of this...

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