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Famous Sneaking Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Lowell, Amy
...his knife
Lay and winked in the lights overhead.
And the waltz from the ballroom I heard,
When I called him a low, sneaking cur.
And the wail of the violins stirred
My brute anger with visions of her.
As I throttled his windpipe, the purr
Of his breath with the waltz became blurred.
I have ridden ten miles through the dark,
With that music, an infernal din,
Pounding rhythmic inside me. Just Hark!
One! Two! Three! And my fingers 
sink in
To his flesh when ...Read more of this...



by Sexton, Anne
...n the air, she of the inlaid
woodwork all greasy with lemon, she of the feather and dust,
not I. Nonetheless I came sneaking across the salt lawn
in bare feet and jumping-jack pajamas in the spongy dawn.

Oh Angel of the blizzard and blackout, Madam white face,
take me back to that red mouth, that July 21st place.



6. ANGEL OF BEACH HOUSES AND PICNICS

Angel of beach houses and picnics, do you know solitaire?
Fifty-two reds and blacks and only myslef to blam...Read more of this...

by Wright, James
...undefended everywhere,
And my bodies--father and child and unskilled criminal--
Ridiculously kneel to bare my scars,
My sneaking crimes, to God's unpitying stars.

6.
Staring politely, they will not mark my face
From any murderer's, buried in this place.
Why should they? We are nothing but a man.

7.
Doty, the rapist and the murderer,
Sleeps in a ditch of fire, and cannot hear;
And where, in earth or hell's unholy peace,
Men's suicides will stop, God knows...Read more of this...

by Lawson, Henry
...hat could be had; 
I want a man to pick the stock -- I want a super bad; 
I want no bully-brute to boss -- no crawling, sneaking liar -- 
My station super's name shall be `Jack Dunn of Nevertire'! 
Straight Dunn of Nevertire, 
Old Dunn of Nevertire; 
I guess he's known up Queensland way -- Jack Dunn of Nevertire.' 

The super said, while to his face a strange expression came: 
`I THINK I've seen the man you want, I THINK I know the name; 
Had he a jolly kind of face, a fr...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...strolling; 
The little village urchins, book in hand,
Envy me, at the schoolmaster's (my lodging), 
As a big schoolboy sneaking a day off.
The air is pure, the sky smiles; there's a constant 
Soft noise of children spelling things aloud.
The waters flow; a linnet flies; and I say: "Thank you! 
Thank you, Almighty God!"--So, then, I live:
Peacefully, hour by hour, with little fuss, I shed 
My days, and think of you, my lady fair!
I hear the children chattering; and I ...Read more of this...



by Giovanni, Nikki
...in the dark  sadness is not an unusual state  for the black woman  or writers    she took to sneaking drinks  a habit which displeased her  both for its effects  and taste  yet eventually sleep  would wrestle her in triumph  onto the bed    ...Read more of this...

by Brecht, Bertolt
...s Macheath, dear
So there's not a trace of red.

On the side-walk Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life;
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner.
Is that someone Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat by the river
A cement bag's dropping down;
The cement's just for the weight, dear.
Bet you Mackie's back in town.

Louie Miller disappeared, dear
After drawing out his cash;
And Macheath spends like a sailor.
Did our boy do something rash?

Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver,
...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...l;) 
Let every one answer! let those who sleep be waked! let none evade! 
Must we still go on with our affectations and sneaking? 
Let me bring this to a close—I pronounce openly for a new distribution of roles;
Let that which stood in front go behind! and let that which was behind advance to the
 front and
 speak; 
Let murderers, bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions! 
Let the old propositions be postponed! 
Let faces and theories be turn’d inside out! let m...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ar lean’d against by the young rum-drinker and the old
 rum-drinker; 
The shape of the shamed and angry stairs, trod by sneaking footsteps; 
The shape of the sly settee, and the adulterous unwholesome couple;
The shape of the gambling-board with its devilish winnings and losings; 
The shape of the step-ladder for the convicted and sentenced murderer, the murderer with
 haggard
 face and pinion’d arms, 
The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipp’d crowd, ...Read more of this...

by Simic, Charles
...n danger?

Kids are playing soldiers down the road,
Pointing their rifles and playing dead.
Little birdies, are you sneaking wary looks
In the thick foliage as you hear me say this?...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...Helsinkee came cowering by his bed.
"Go take," said they, "the yellow loot he's clinking in his belt,
And leave the sneaking wolverines to snout around his pelt.
Last night he called you Swedish scum, from out the glory-hole;
To-day he said you were a bum, and damned your mother's soul.
Go, plug with lead his scurvy head, and grab his greasy gold . . ."
Then Hank the Finn saw red within, and . . . did as he was told.

So in due course t...Read more of this...

by Lawson, Henry
...the Chinamen, who came in days of old 
Like a swarm of thieves and loafers when the diggers found the gold -- 
Like the sneaking fortune-hunters who are always found behind, 
And who only shepherd diggers till they track them to the `find'. 

Charlie wrote a slinging leader, calling on his digger mates, 
And he said: `We think that Chinkies are as bad as syndicates. 
What's the good of holding meetings where you only talk and swear? 
Get a move upon the Chinkies when ...Read more of this...

by Blake, William
...y call’d pride. 
He who loves his enemies betrays his friends. 
This surely is not what Jesus intends; 
But the sneaking pride of heroic schools, 
And the Scribes’ and Pharisees’ virtuous rules; 
For He acts with honest, triumphant pride, 
And this is the cause that Jesus dies. 
He did not die with Christian ease, 
Asking pardon of His enemies: 
If He had, Caiaphas would forgive; 
Sneaking submission can always live. 
He had only to say that God was the Devil,...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...! 
Bear! you know our tribes are hostile, 
Long have been at war together; 
Now you find that we are strongest, 
You go sneaking in the forest, 
You go hiding in the mountains! 
Had you conquered me in battle 
Not a groan would I have uttered; 
But you, Bear! sit here and whimper, 
And disgrace your tribe by crying, 
Like a wretched Shaugodaya, 
Like a cowardly old woman!"
Then again he raised his war-club, 
Smote again the Mishe-Mokwa 
In the middle of his forehead, 
Broke h...Read more of this...

by Blake, William
...the villain left the paths of ease,
To walk in perilous paths, and drive
The just man into barren climes.

Now the sneaking serpent walks
In mild humility.
And the just man rages in the wilds
Where lions roam.

Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.
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PLATE 3

As a new heaven is begun, and it is now thirty-three years
since its advent: the Eternal Hell revives. And l...Read more of this...

by Mayakovsky, Vladimir
...he knives of my teeth by stone — no wonder!-
made sharper,
A snarling dog, under
the plank-beds of barracks I’ll crawl,
sneaking out to bite feet that smell
of sweat and of market stalls!

You'll leap from bed in the night’s early hours.
“Moo!” I’ll roar.
Over my neck,
a yoke-savaged sore,
tornados of flies
will rise.
I'm a white bull over the earth towering!

Into an elk I’ll turn,
my horns-branches entangled in wires,
my eyes red with blood.
Above the world,...Read more of this...

by Masters, Edgar Lee
...se off
If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius.
For, without any warning, as if it were a prank,
And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley,
The minister's son, caved my ribs into my lungs,
With a blow of his fist.
Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin,
And no children shall worship at my grave....Read more of this...

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