Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan Poems

Well, I woke up in the morning
There's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's a-hidin'

Ramblin' outa the wild West
Leavin' the towns I love the best

I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I'll say goodbye to Colorado

Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors

I've been around this whole country
But I never yet found Fenneario

I first heard this from Ric von Schmidt. He lives in Cambridge.
Ric is a blues guitarplayer. I met him one day on
The green pastures of the Harvard University. -

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine

Well I don't know why I love you like I do
Nobody in the world can get along with you.
You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord

Bob Dylan Biography

Bob Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman; May 24, 1941) is an American singer-songwriter, musician, author, and artist. He has been an influential figure in popular music and culture for over five decades. Much of his most celebrated work dates from the 1960s when he was an informal chronicler and a seemingly reluctant figurehead of social unrest. A number of Dylan's early songs, such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are a-Changin'", became anthems for the US civil rights and anti-war movements. Leaving his initial base in the culture of folk music behind, Dylan's six-minute single "Like a Rolling Stone" has been described as radically altering the parameters of popular music in 1965. His recordings employing electric instruments attracted denunciation and criticism from others in the folk movement. Dylan's lyrics incorporated a variety of political, social, philosophical, and literary influences. They defied existing pop music conventions and appealed hugely to the then burgeoning counterculture. Initially inspired by the songs of Woody Guthrie, Robert Johnson, and Hank Williams, and the music and performance styles of Buddy Holly, Little Richard and Elvis Presley, Dylan has both amplified and personalized musical genres. His recording career, spanning fifty years, has explored numerous distinct traditions in American song—from folk, blues and country to gospel, rock and roll, and rockabilly to English, Scottish, and Irish folk music, embracing even jazz and swing. Dylan performs with guitar, keyboards, and harmonica. Backed by a changing line-up of musicians, he has toured steadily since the late 1980s on what has been dubbed the Never Ending Tour. His accomplishments as a recording artist and performer have been central to his career, but his greatest contribution is generally considered to be his songwriting. Since 1994, Dylan has published three books of drawings and paintings, and his work has been exhibited in major art galleries. As a songwriter and musician, Dylan has received numerous awards over the years including Grammy, Golden Globe, and Academy Awards; he has been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame, and Songwriters Hall of Fame. The Pulitzer Prize jury in 2008 awarded him a special citation for "his profound impact on popular music and American culture, marked by lyrical compositions of extraordinary poetic power." In May 2012, Dylan received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from President Barack Obama.)

The Best Poem Of Bob Dylan

On The Road Again

Well, I woke up in the morning
There's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's a-hidin'
Inside the icebox
Your daddy walks in wearin'
A Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, do you have to ask?

Well, I go to pet your monkey
I get a face full of claws
I ask who's in the fireplace
And you tell me Santa Claus
The milkman comes in
He's wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?

Well, I asked for something to eat
I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed
And a dirty hot dog
I've got a hole
Where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird

Your grandpa's cane
It turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures
That are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets
Your uncle steals
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I can't believe that you're for real

Well, there's fistfights in the kitchen
They're enough to make me cry
The mailman comes in
Even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler
He's got something to prove
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don't move?

Bob Dylan Comments

Christian Groft 15 June 2013

Wow.....first to leave a comment. IM A POET AND I KNOW IT! HOPE I DONT BLOW IT!

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Thomas Revitt 04 January 2014

Dylan is the Walt Whitman of today. He has been nominated for the Nobel Prize about 10 times. He has a Pulitzer Prize special award. Whynot list lyrics of the songs that are surely poems? Is it copy rite? …..Try Mr Tambourine man or Shooting Star. Shooting Star is as tight and exact as Frost's Fire And Ice…..

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Valentin Savin 15 July 2016

Bob Dylan is my favourite singer and writer since times immemorable.

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Tom Revitt 16 November 2018

He has a Pulitzer Prize and A Nobel Prize in Literature and there are just 10 poems?

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Greg Flakus 27 August 2019

Whoever compiled this list had very little knowledge of Dylan.. For example, " Man of Constant Sorrow" and a fw others are NOT Dylan compositions. They are old folk songs he recorded. The only true Dylan masterpiece here is " Desolation Row." The list should also include " Mr. Tambourine Man, " " Dark Eyes, " " Visions of Johanna, " Love Minus Zero, No Limit, " " Gates of Eden, " and several more that Dylan wrote.

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Matt Loveland 11 April 2021

Matt Loveland.

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URMOM 10 December 2020


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ratty 01 November 2020

hes a pretty chill dude

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Bijay Kant Dubey 17 September 2019

He is a poet of modernity, urbanity and his poetry the poetry of the folk, country, chapel, jazz, rock n' roll and blues and the jargon of these. His poetry the poetry of the guitar and its music; the melody of music. A social activist, a civil rightist, he is a guitarist and his poetry the music of the guitar, vocal melodies cackling and taking us by surprise.

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Bijay Kant Dubey 17 September 2019

Bob Dylan as a poet is of the pop culture, so modn, colloquial and slangy, full of the nuances and idiosyncrasies of the American language and Americanism singing the songs of the Americas be he from Texas, Massachusetts or California.

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Bob Dylan Quotes

Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!

To live outside the law, you must be honest.

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.

A song is anything that can walk by itself.

When I first heard Elvis's voice I just knew that I wasn't going to work for anybody and nobody was gonna be my boss. Hearing him for the first time was like busting out of jail.

I'm glad I'm not me!

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around—the music and the ideas.

Maybe in the '90s or possibly in the next century people will look upon the '80s as the age of masturbation, when it was taken to the limit; that might be all that's going on right now in a big way.

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.

Well, I don't know, but I've been told The streets in heaven are lined with gold. I ask you how things could get much worse If the Russians happen to get up there first; Wowee! pretty scary!

I see my light come shining From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.

Everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred.

Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

Money doesn't talk, it swears.

But even the President of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked.

For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely.

... Everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred.

Well, you look so pretty in it Honey, can I jump on it sometime? Yes, I just wanna see If it's really that expensive kind You know it balances on your head Just like a mattress balances On a bottle of wine Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat.

She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all.

In ceremonies of the horsemen, Even the pawn must hold a grudge.

In the dime stores and bus stations, People talk of situations, Read books, repeat quotations, Draw conclusions on the wall.

I had to say something To strike him very weird, So I yelled out, "I like Fidel Castro and his beard."

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

You got a lotta nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning.

It pays to know who your friends are but it also pays to know you ain't got any friends.

I've been up the mountain and I had a choice. Should I come down? So I came down. God said, "Okay, you've been up on the mountain, now you go down. You're on your own, free. Check in later, but now you're on your own."

In writing songs I've learned as much from Cézanne as I have from Woody Guthrie.

Jesus tapped me on the shoulder and said, Bob, why are you resisting me? I said, I'm not resisting you! He said, You gonna follow me? I said, I've never thought about that before! He said, When you're not following me, you're resisting me.

All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.

I am against nature. I don't dig nature at all. I think nature is very unnatural. I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

Don't matter how much money you got, there's only two kinds of people: there's saved people and there's lost people.

I like America, just as everybody else does. I love America, I gotta say that. But America will be judged.

They'll stone you when you're riding in your car. They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar. Yes, but I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned.

This land is your land & this land is my land—sure—but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.

Despite everybody who has been born and has died, the world has just gone on. I mean, look at Napoleon—but we went right on. Look at Harpo Marx—the world went around, it didn't stop for a second. It's sad but true. John Kennedy, right?

You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past—whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever.

You don't need a weatherman To know which way the wind blows.

Don't follow leaders Watch the parkin' meters.

The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly agin'.

Democracy don't rule the world, You'd better get that in your head; This world is ruled by violence But I guess that's better left unsaid.

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