Beat Poets Poems - Poems about Beat Poets

THE BEAT POETS BEAT In the heart of San Francisco, Beat poet and publisher, Lawrence Ferlinghetti's City Lights bookstore shines bright, where words dance like shadows and the Beat poets ignite the night/ October 7, 1955 history takes a breath and five souls step onto the stage at Gallery Six, defying convention, flirting with death/ Allen Ginsberg, with...

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Beat Poets We're cool and we're hip. We're writing everything you wish you wrote before. We live in attics smoke weed and drink cheap wine. We bleed Howl and Ginsberg's other tears. ...

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Pictures at an Exhibition I recently saw the ghosts of beat poet visionaries staring lonely, from pictures at an exhibition Ginsburg, Corso, Snyder, Kerouac, and Cassady the murderer’s row of the desolation angels line-up smoking cigarettes on dingy New York fire escapes eyes squinting into the brutal mid-day sun of Tangiers chanting Buddhist mantras in Golden Gate Park posed with arms around each...

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He was a new poet with the dew of youth on his cheeks and childishness in his words. He spoke of his God, of love, and of truth, with a pony-tailed naïveté which implored. Bicycles pedal through his posies chords. He smiled, when he spoke of A. Ginsberg, man ... nicotine stained the fingers on his hand. Thinking of...

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In black painted seashells candles burn, eyes stare blank - no one is home; they barely live and never learn, incense-smoked souls in the twilight zone. Nightfall casts a silver net, Nagasaki is back projected; a chanted dirge from a silhouette, nasal whines, shrill and affected. Perfume drunk from china bowls, the atmosphere is...

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