* "Porphyria's Lover" by Creator/RobertBrowning starts off as a standard Victorian romantic poem about a man waiting in a cold, "cheerless" cottage for his lover Porphyria to arrive. She comes in out of the driving rain, kindles a fire, and pledges her love for the narrator. Then we get this:
-->"...That moment she was mine, mine, fair,/Perfectly pure and good: I found/A thing to do,and all her hair/In one long yellow string I wound/Three times her little throat around,/And strangled her..."
* "[[StepfordSmiler And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, went home and put a bullet through his head.]]"
** By the same poet (Edwin Arlington Robinson), we get the poem of Miniver Cheevey, who wishes he'd lived in the time of knightly chivalry. The last verse goes: "Miniver Cheevey, born too late/Scratched his head and kept on thinking/Miniver coughed and called it fate/[[TheAlcoholic And kept on drinking.]]"
* In "Ozymandias" by Creator/PercyByssheShelley, the statement of the great king and the revelation after make up the Wham Phrase.
* The ending of "Dirty Blood" from Marc Brightside's collection ''{{Keep It In The Family}}'':
--> "I am not like him, I am not his clone, I do not have AIDS."
* Randall Jarrell's [[http://unix.cc.wmich.edu/~cooneys/poems/jarrell.turret.html "Death of the Ball Turret Gunner"]] goes from eerily metaphorical to shockingly literal in its final line:
--> "When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose."
* The ending of "Ballad of Birmingham" (about the 1963 KKK bombing that killed 4 black girls attending church) by Dudley Randall
--> "O here's the shoe my baby wore/but baby, where are you?"
* Wilfred Owen's "Strange Meeting": "I am the enemy you killed, my friend". And earlier in the poem "And by his dead smile, I knew we stood in hell." Absolutely chilling lines in one of the bleakest anti-war poems ever written.
* Seamus Heaney's "Mid-Term Break": "A four-foot box, one foot for every year." (Cue gut-wrenching sobs as the meaning of the poem hits you.)
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