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Famous Squeak Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...rch
 To keep his courage cherry;
Altho’ his hair began to arch,
 He was sae fley’d an’ eerie:
Till presently he hears a squeak,
 An’ then a grane an’ gruntle;
He by his shouther gae a keek,
 An’ tumbled wi’ a wintle
 Out-owre that night.


He roar’d a horrid murder-shout,
 In dreadfu’ desperation!
An’ young an’ auld come rinnin out,
 An’ hear the sad narration:
He swoor ’twas hilchin Jean M’Craw,
 Or crouchie Merran Humphie—
Till stop! she trotted thro’ them a’;
 And wha was ...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert



...nd ey’d the spewing reek,
That fill’d, wi’ hoast-provoking smeek,
 The auld clay biggin;
An’ heard the restless rattons squeak
 About the riggin.


All in this mottie, misty clime,
I backward mus’d on wasted time,
How I had spent my youthfu’ prime,
 An’ done nae thing,
But stringing blethers up in rhyme,
 For fools to sing.


Had I to guid advice but harkit,
I might, by this, hae led a market,
Or strutted in a bank and clarkit
 My cash-account;
While here, half-mad, half-fed,...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...rs;
Then underneath the furniture
Let's all play Polar bears;

And crawl about with doormats on,
And growl and howl and squeak,
Then in the garden let us fly
And play at hid and seek;

And "Here we gather Nuts and May,"
"I wrote a Letter" too,
"Here we go round the Mulberry Bush,"
"The Child who lost its shoe";

And every game we ever played.
And then--to stay alive--
Let's end with lots of Birthday Cake
Because to-day you're five....Read more of this...
by Mansfield, Katherine
...of stacks,
floor above floor,
this towering high-rise library
of skulls, not another bone in the place
and just now the squeak of a wheel
on a cart piled high with skulls
on their way back to shelves
while in the next aisle
a cart filling with those about to be loaned
to the tall, broken-hearted man waiting
at the desk, his library card
face down before him....Read more of this...
by Lux, Thomas
...or free
Peacocks blessing
Old ground with a feather
Beaten in starry metals.
Your small

Brother is making
His balloon squeak like a cat.
Seeming to see
A funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it,
He bites,

Then sits
Back, fat jug
Contemplating a world clear as water.
A red
Shred in his little fist....Read more of this...
by Plath, Sylvia



...
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You---- 

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you. 

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who 

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried yo...Read more of this...
by Plath, Sylvia
...her's drawing-rooms,
Ye idols of a petty clique:
Strut your brief hour in borrowed plumes,
And make your penny-trumpets squeak. 

Deck your dull talk with pilfered shreds
Of learning from a nobler time,
And oil each other's little heads
With mutual Flattery's golden slime: 

And when the topmost height ye gain,
And stand in Glory's ether clear,
And grasp the prize of all your pain -
So many hundred pounds a year - 

Then let Fame's banner be unfurled!
Sing Paeans for a victor...Read more of this...
by Carroll, Lewis
...What the Jews really said, on thus being
driven to church, was rather to this effect:---

I.

Fee, faw, fum! bubble and squeak!
Blessedest Thursday's the fat of the week.
Rumble and tumble, sleek and rough,
Stinking and savoury, simug and gruff,
Take the church-road, for the bell's due chime
Gives us the summons---'tis sermon-time!

II.

Bob, here's Barnabas! Job, that's you?
Up stumps Solomon---bustling too?
Shame, man! greedy beyond your years
To handsel the bishop's shavin...Read more of this...
by Browning, Robert
...ll?
No use tu'nin' to'ds de wall;[Pg 191]
I kin hyeah dat mattuss squeak;
Don' you hyeah me w'en I speak?
Dis hyeah clock done struck off six—
Ca'line, bring me dem ah sticks!
Oh, you down, suh; huh, you down—
Look hyeah, don' you daih to frown.
Ma'ch yo'se'f an' wash yo' face,
Don' you splattah all de place;
I got somep'n else to do,
'Sides jes' cleanin' aftah you.
Tek dat comb ah' fix yo' haid—
Looks jes' lak ...Read more of this...
by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...ver kept amanuenses,
 And our only plots were piled in lakes at Berne.

Still a cultured Christian age sees us scuffle, squeak, and rage,
 Still we pinch and slap and jabber, scratch and dirk;
Still we let our business slide--as we dropped the half-dressed
 hide--
 To show a fellow-savage how to work.

Still the world is wondrous large,--seven seas from marge to 
 marge--
 And it holds a vast of various kinds of man;
And the wildest dreams of Kew are the facts of Khatmandhu
 ...Read more of this...
by Kipling, Rudyard
...

So we shall walk barefoot on walnut shells
of withered worlds, and stamp out puny hells
 and heavens till the spirits squeak
surrender: to build our bed as high as jack's
bold beanstalk; lie and love till sharp scythe hacks
 away our rationed days and weeks. 

Then jet the blue tent topple, stars rain down,
and god or void appall us till we drown
 in our own tears: today we start
to pay the piper with each breath, yet love
knows not of death nor calculus above
 the simple s...Read more of this...
by Plath, Sylvia
....

 Fog on fog and never a star,
 what is a man, a child, a woman,
 to the green and grinding sea?
The ropes and boards squeak and groan.

On the land they know a child they have named Today.
On the sea they know three children they have named:
 Yesterday, Today, To-morrow.

I made a song to a woman:—it ran:
 I have wanted you.
 I have called to you
 on a day I counted a thousand years.

In the deep of a sea-blue noon
many women run in a man’s head,
phantom women leaping from...Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl
...
When you begin to speak: 
This is the newest thing in tone - " 
And here (it chilled me to the bone) 
He gave an AWFUL squeak. 

"Perhaps," he added, "to YOUR ear 
That sounds an easy thing? 
Try it yourself, my little dear! 
It took ME something like a year, 
With constant practising. 

"And when you've learned to squeak, my man, 
And caught the double sob, 
You're pretty much where you began: 
Just try and gibber if you can! 
That's something LIKE a job! 

"I'VE tried it, ...Read more of this...
by Carroll, Lewis
...kepit of its dark,
That black and fat suffocated place
Where we will kill or die or dance or weep
Or scream of whine or squeak like mice
To renegotiate our starting price....Read more of this...
by Pinter, Harold
...tilda’s Eyebrow” quite, quite frantic;
With gushing, sentimental reading circles turn’d to ice or stone; 
With many a squeak, (in metre choice,) from Boston, New York, Philadelphia, London; 
As she, the illustrious Emigré, (having, it is true, in her day, although the same,
 changed,
 journey’d considerable,) 
Making directly for this rendezvous—vigorously clearing a path for herself—striding
 through
 the confusion, 
By thud of machinery and shrill steam-whistle undismay’d...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...hat bow before the Great God Jazz were gathered in that place.
Yea, there were those who grunt: "Ya! Ya!" and those who squeak: "We! We!"
Likewise Dutch, Dago, Swede and Finn, Polack and Portugee.
Yet like ripe grain before the gale that national hotch-potch
Went down before the fury of the Irish and the Scotch.
Aye, though they closed their gaping ranks and rallied to the fray,
To the Shamrock and the Thistle went the glory of the day.

You should have seen the carnage in th...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...Martin -- Parfumeur", and something more.
A large gilded wooden something.
Listen! What a ringing of hammers!
Tap!
Tap!
Squeak!
Tap! Squeak! Tap-a-tap!
"Blaise."
"Oui, M'sieu."
"Don't touch the letters. My name stays."
"Bien, M'sieu."
"Just take down the eagle, and the shield with the bees."
"As M'sieu pleases."
Tap! Squeak! Tap!
The man on the ladder hammers steadily for a minute or two,
Then stops.
"He! Patron!
They are fastened well, Nom d'un Chien!
What if I break them?"
...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy
...ne every night 
And to the owl-queen pray: 
Leave good green cheese by moonlit trees 
For her to take away. 

And never squeak, my children, 
Nor gnaw the smoke-house door: 
The owl-queen then will love us 
And send her birds no more. 


The Beggar Speaks

"What Mister Moon Said to Me."

Come, eat the bread of idleness, 
Come, sit beside the spring: 
Some of the flowers will keep awake, 
Some of the birds will sing. 

Come, eat the bread no man has sought 
For half a hundred ...Read more of this...
by Lindsay, Vachel
...men of practiced wit and charm
Go strolling beside the drainage ditches -- 
A tilted derby and a lady at the arm. 

The squeak of oarlocks comes over the lake water
A woman's shriek assaults the ear
While above, in the sky, inured to everything,
The moon looks on with a mindless leer. 

And every evening my one companion
Sits here, reflected in my glass.
Like me, he has drunk of bitter mysteries.
Like me, he is broken, dulled, downcast.


The sleepy lackeys stand beside table...Read more of this...
by Blok, Aleksandr
...unning blue mouse
In a snug little nook of that strawstack kept house!
When the cricket went "chirp," Miss Mousie would squeak
"Come in," and a blush would enkindle her cheek!
She thought--silly girl! 't was a beau come to woo,
But I guess it was only the cricket, don't you?

So the cricket, the mouse, and the motherly bird
Made as soothingsome music as ever you heard
And, meanwhile, that spider by means of his swings
Achieved most astounding gyrations and things!
No wonder t...Read more of this...
by Field, Eugene

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