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Famous Socialist Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Schwartz, Delmore
...business suits and traffic's motion;
The lolling man lies with the passionate sun,
Or is drunken in the ocean. 

A socialist health take should of the adult,
He is stripped of his class in the bathing-suit,
He returns to the children digging at summer,
A melon-like fruit. 

O glittering and rocking and bursting and blue
-Eternities of sea and sky shadow no pleasure:
Time unheard moves and the heart of man is eaten
Consummately at leisure. 

The novelist tangentia...Read more of this...



by Gregory, Rg
...nes of the dead

(i)
isn't the next one
easter egg

  i don't want to live any more in an old way

yes it is

  to be a socialist wearing capitalism's cap
  a teacher in the shadow of a dead headmaster
  a tree using somebody else's old sap

  i want to build my future out of new emotions
  to seek more than my own in a spring surround
  to move amongst people keen to move outwards
  putting love and ideas into fresh ground

  who will come with me across this border
  not an...Read more of this...

by Ginsberg, Allen
...ge to a 
 cross in the void 
I'm with you in Rockland 
 where you accuse your doctors of insanity and 
 plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the 
 fascist national Golgotha 
I'm with you in Rockland 
 where you will split the heavens of Long Island 
 and resurrect your living human Jesus from the 
 superhuman tomb 
I'm with you in Rockland 
 where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com- 
 rades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale 
I'm with you...Read more of this...

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...Minister 
And travel like a swell, 
And tell the Central District folk 
To go to -- Inverell. 

It's grand to be a socialist 
And lead the bold array 
That marches to prosperity 
At seven bob a day. 
It's grand to be unemployed 
And lie in the Domain, 
And wake up every second day -- 
And go to sleep again. 

It's grand to borrow English tin 
To pay for wharves and docks 
And then to find it isn't in 
The little money-box. 

It's grand to be a democrat 
And t...Read more of this...

by Mayakovsky, Vladimir
...my wide trouser-pockets
duplicate
of a priceless cargo.
 You now:
read this
 and envy,
 I'm a citizen
of the Soviet Socialist Union!


Transcribed: by Liviu Iacob....Read more of this...



by Service, Robert William
...When young I was a Socialist
 Despite my tender years;
No blessed chance I ever missed
 To slam the profiteers.
Yet though a fanatic I was,
 And cursed aristocrats,
The Party chucked me out because
 I sported Spats.

Aye, though on soap boxes I stood,
 And spouted in the parks,
They grizzled that my foot-wear would
 Be disavowed my Marx.
It's buttons of a pearly sh...Read more of this...

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...uble, toil and trouble, 
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 

2ND WITCH: Heel-taps from the threepenny bars, 
Ash from Socialist cigars. 
Leathern tongue of boozer curst 
With the great Australian thirst, 
Two-up gambler keeping dark, 
Loafer sleeping in the park -- 
Drop them in to prove the sequel, 
All men are born free and equal. 

ALL: Double, double, toil and trouble, 
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 

3RD WITCH:Lung of Labour agitator, 
Gall of Isaacs turn...Read more of this...

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...The Premier and the Socialist 
Were walking through the State: 
They wept to see the Savings Bank 
Such funds accumulate. 
"If these were only cleared away," 
They said, "it would be great." 
"If three financial amateurs 
Controlled them for a year, 
Do you suppose," the Premier said, 
"That they would get them clear?" 
"I think so," said the Socialist; 
"They would -- ...Read more of this...

by Lindsay, Vachel
...I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. 
My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. 
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. 
I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness. 

Man is a curious brute — he pets his fancies — 
Fighting mankind, to win sweet luxury. 
So he will be, tho' law be clear as crystal, 
Tho' all men plan...Read more of this...

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