Famous Smoulders Poems by Famous Poets

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

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The Cottage

by Robert Graves
 Here in turn succeed and rule 
Carter, smith, and village fool, 
Then again the place is known 
As tavern, shop, and Sunday-school; 
Now somehow it’s come to me 
To light the fire and hold the key, 
Here in Heaven to reign alone. 

All the walls are white with lime, 
Big blue periwinkles climb 
And kiss the crumbling window-sill;
Snug inside...Read more of this...

Communism

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
 When my blood flows calm as a purling river, 
When my heart is asleep and my brain has sway, 
It is then that I vow we must part for ever, 
That I will forget you, and put you away
Out of my life, as a dream is banished
Out of the mind when the dreamer awakes; 
That I know it will...Read more of this...

Requiescat In Pace!

by Jean Ingelow
My heart is sick awishing and awaiting:
  The lad took up his knapsack, he went, he went his way;
And I looked on for his coming, as a prisoner through the grating
  Looks and longs and longs and wishes for its opening day.
On the wild purple mountains, all alone with no other,
  The strong terrible mountains he longed,...Read more of this...

On Eastnor Knoll

by John Masefield
 SILENT are the woods, and the dim green boughs are 
Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path through 
The apple orchard, is a tired plough-boy 
Calling the cows home. 

A bright white star blinks, the pale moon rounds, but 
Still the red, lurid wreckage of the sunset 
Smoulders in smoky fire, and burns on 
The misty hill-tops. 

Ghostly...Read more of this...

Trysting Time

by Confucius
 I

A pretty girl at time o' gloaming
Hath whispered me to go and meet her
    Without the city gate.
I love her, but she tarries coming.
Shall I return, or stay and greet her?
    I burn, and wait.
II

Truly she charmeth all beholders,
'Tis she hath given me this jewel,
    The jade of my delight;
But...Read more of this...

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