Famous Winston Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Winston poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous winston poems. These examples illustrate what a famous winston poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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in its glory dead nightmared with rotting seed
palmerston's perverted gunboat up the
yangtse's **** - lloyd george and winston churchill
rubbing men like salt into surly wounds
(we won those wars and neatly fucked ourselves)
eden at suez a jacked-up piece of wool
macmillan sprinkling cliches where the black
blood boils (the ashes of his kind) - home
as wan as godot (shagged by birth) wilson
for whom the wind blew sharply once or twice
sailing eastwards in the giant's stetson...Read more of this...
by
Gregory, Rg
...heel him back out onto the
street, and he would open the wine and start drinking there
on the street just like he was Winston Churchill.
After a while the children would run and hide when they
saw Trout Fishing in America Shorty coming.
"I pushed him last week, "
"I pushed him yesterday, "
"Quick, let's hide behind these garbage cans."
And they would hide behind the garbage cans while Trout
Fishing in America Shorty staggered by in his wheelchair.
The kids woul...Read more of this...
by
Brautigan, Richard
...ildren got sore necks
looking up
and some began to look down
no no
you mustn't look down
(said the teacher)
apart from winston churchill
shakespeare was the greatest
englishman who ever lived
the children's eyes
drained to their feet
and their minds
played around with
their private parts
shakespeare was once
a schoolteacher who
had a second best bed
and he happened to write
thirty six plays
and sonnets and things
he has a noble brow
as you can see
the children stared
fr...Read more of this...
by
Gregory, Rg
...et that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if it's that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem,
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and wr...Read more of this...
by
Hughes, Langston
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