Short Poems

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Spike Milligan
A Silly Poem by Spike Milligan
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B? [ Read More ]

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Emily Dickinson
Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die by Emily Dickinson
Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die
And are too seldom born -- [ Read More ]

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Ogden Nash
The Middle by Ogden Nash
When I remember bygone days
I think how evening follows morn;
So many I loved were not yet dead,
So many I love were not yet born. [ Read More ]

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The morning glory also by Matsuo Basho
The morning glory also
turns out
not to be my friend. [ Read More ]

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The Poet To Death by Sarojini Naidu
TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs
Where dhadikulas sing.

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Beautiful Crief by William McGonagall
Ye lovers of the picturesque, if ye wish to drown your grief, [ Read More ]

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Michael Jackson by James Emanuel
There ain't NO-BO-DY
can dance like THAT, 'cept them twins
Jazzlene and Jazzphat. [ Read More ]

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London Bridge by Edwin Robinson
"Do I hear them? Yes, I hear the children singing--and what of [ Read More ]

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drylands by Yahia Lababidi
Tell me, have you found a sea
deep enough to swim in
deep enough to drown in

waters to engage you
distract you, keep you
from crossing to the other shore? [ Read More ]

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THE DEATH OF ART by Emanuel Xavier
"Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you."
-critic Harold Bloom, who first called slam poetry "the death of art."

I am not a poet [ Read More ]

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Hilaire Belloc
The Elephant by Hilaire Belloc
When people call this beast to mind,
They marvel more and more
At such a little tail behind,
So large a trunk before. [ Read More ]

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The Angler Rose, He Took His Rod by Robert Stevenson
THE angler rose, he took his rod,
He kneeled and made his prayers to God.
The living God sat overhead:
The angler tripped, the eels were fed [ Read More ]

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Anais Nin
Risk by Anais Nin
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom. [ Read More ]

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Municipal Gum by Oodgeroo Noonuccal
Gumtree in the city street,
Hard bitumen around your feet,
Rather you should be
In the cool world of leafy forest halls
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Emily Dickinson
How ruthless are the gentle -- by Emily Dickinson
How ruthless are the gentle --
How cruel are the kind --
God broke his contract to his Lamb
To qualify the Wind -- [ Read More ]

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Emily Dickinson
Sunset that screens, reveals -- by Emily Dickinson
Sunset that screens, reveals --
Enhancing what we see
By menaces of Amethyst
And Moats of Mystery. [ Read More ]

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By A Swimming Pool Outside Syracusa by Billy Collins
All afternoon I have been struggling
to communicate in Italian
with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun
to resemble the two [ Read More ]

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I Go Back To The House For A Book by Billy Collins
I turn around on the gravel
and go back to the house for a book,
something to read at the doctor's office,
and while I am inside, r [ Read More ]

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LOVE, WHAT IT IS by Robert Herrick
Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love. [ Read More ]

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SAFETY ON THE SHORE by Robert Herrick
What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore;
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danced before. [ Read More ]

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Charles Bukowski
Cause And Effect by Charles Bukowski
the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
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