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Famous Short Loss Poems. Short Loss Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Loss short poems

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by Emily Dickinson

Of so divine a Loss

 Of so divine a Loss
We enter but the Gain,
Indemnity for Loneliness
That such a Bliss has been.

by Emily Dickinson

Finding is the first Act

 Finding is the first Act
The second, loss,
Third, Expedition for
The "Golden Fleece"

Fourth, no Discovery --
Fifth, no Crew --
Finally, no Golden Fleece --
Jason -- sham -- too.

by Omar Khayyam

From this world's kitchen crave not to obtain

From this world's kitchen crave not to obtain
Those dainties, seeming real, but really vain,
Which greedy worldlings gorge to their own loss;
Renounce that loss, so loss shall prove thy gain!

by Maya Angelou

A Conceit

Give me your hand

Make room for me
to lead and follow
beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have the privacy of touching words and love of loss of love.
For me Give me your hand.

by William Butler Yeats

The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love

 Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away.

by Emily Dickinson

Had this one Day not been

 Had this one Day not been.
Or could it cease to be How smitten, how superfluous, Were every other Day! Lest Love should value less What Loss would value more Had it the stricken privilege, It cherishes before.

by Emily Dickinson

To lose ones faith -- surpass

 To lose one's faith -- surpass
The loss of an Estate --
Because Estates can be
Replenished -- faith cannot --

Inherited with Life --
Belief -- but once -- can be --
Annihilate a single clause --
And Being's -- Beggary --

by Emily Dickinson

Perception of an object costs

 Perception of an object costs
Precise the Object's loss --
Perception in itself a Gain
Replying to its Price --

The Object Absolute -- is nought --
Perception sets it fair
And then upbraids a Perfectness
That situates so far --

by Emily Dickinson

Who saw no Sunrise cannot say

 Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
The Countenance 'twould be.
Who guess at seeing, guess at loss Of the Ability.
The Emigrant of Light, it is Afflicted for the Day.
The Blindness that beheld and blest -- And could not find its Eye.

by Omar Khayyam

O regret! that life should be passed in pure loss! How

O regret! that life should be passed in pure loss! How
lawless all our eating and how defiled our bodies! I
have the blame, O God! of not having done what Thou
hast commanded. What will come to me for having done
what Thou hast not commanded?

by Robert William Service

The Sceptic

 My Father Christmas passed away
When I was barely seven.
At twenty-one, alack-a-day, I lost my hope of heaven.
Yet not in either lies the curse: The hell of it's because I don't know which loss hurt the worse -- My God or Santa Claus.

by Emily Dickinson

Except the Heaven had come so near

 Except the Heaven had come so near --
So seemed to choose My Door --
The Distance would not haunt me so --
I had not hoped -- before --

But just to hear the Grace depart --
I never thought to see --
Afflicts me with a Double loss --
'Tis lost -- and lost to me --

by Robert Burns

421. Epitaph on a Lap-dog

 IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng,
 Your heavy loss deplore;
Now, half extinct your powers of song,
 Sweet Echo is no more.
Ye jarring, screeching things around, Scream your discordant joys; Now, half your din of tuneless sound With Echo silent lies.

by Omar Khayyam

O thou who art the summing up of the universal creation,

O thou who art the summing up of the universal creation,
cease for an instant to occupy thyself with gain or
loss; take a cup of wine from the hand of the etern
cupbearer, and free thyself thus altogether from the cares
of this world and from those of the other!

by Emily Dickinson

Must be a Woe --

 Must be a Woe --
A loss or so --
To bend the eye
Best Beauty's way --

But -- once aslant
It notes Delight
As difficult
As Stalactite

A Common Bliss
Were had for less --
The price -- is
Even as the Grace --

Our lord -- thought no
To pay -- a Cross --

by Robert Herrick


 Frolic virgins once these were,
Overloving, living here;
Being here their ends denied
Ran for sweet-hearts mad, and died.
Love, in pity of their tears, And their loss in blooming years, For their restless here-spent hours, Gave them hearts-ease turn'd to flowers.

by Omar Khayyam

From the cookery of this world, thou only absorbest

From the cookery of this world, thou only absorbest
the smoke. How long, plunged in the search for being
and annihilation, wilt thou be the prey of sorrow? This
world contains only loss for those who attach themselves
to it. Now disregard this loss, and all for thee will
benefit become.

by Robert Frost

Now Close the Windows

 Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.
It will be long ere the marshes resume, I will be long ere the earliest bird: So close the windows and not hear the wind, But see all wind-stirred.

by Emily Dickinson

Removed from Accident of Loss

 Removed from Accident of Loss
By Accident of Gain
Befalling not my simple Days --
Myself had just to earn --

Of Riches -- as unconscious
As is the Brown Malay
Of Pearls in Eastern Waters,
Marked His -- What Holiday
Would stir his slow conception --
Had he the power to dream
That put the Dower's fraction --
Awaited even -- Him --

by Emily Dickinson

Till Death -- is narrow Loving --

 Till Death -- is narrow Loving --
The scantest Heart extant
Will hold you till your privilege
Of Finiteness -- be spent --

But He whose loss procures you
Such Destitution that
Your Life too abject for itself
Thenceforward imitate --

Until -- Resemblance perfect --
Yourself, for His pursuit
Delight of Nature -- abdicate --
Exhibit Love -- somewhat --

by Carl Sandburg

Dreams in the dusk

 DREAMS in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day's close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.
Dreams, only dreams in the dusk, Only the old remembered pictures Of lost days when the day's loss Wrote in tears the heart's loss.
Tears and loss and broken dreams May find your heart at dusk.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox


 When this world's pleasures for my soul sufficed, 
Ere my heart's plummet sounded depths of pain, 
I call on Reason to control my brain, 
And scoffed at that old story of Christ.
But when o'er burning wastes my feet had trod, And all my life was desolate with loss, With bleeding hands I clung about the cross, And cried aloud, 'Man needs a suffering God! '

by Philip Larkin

If Hands Could Free You Heart

 If hands could free you, heart,
 Where would you fly?
Far, beyond every part
Of earth this running sky
Makes desolate? Would you cross
City and hill and sea,
 If hands could set you free?

I would not lift the latch;
 For I could run
Through fields, pit-valleys, catch
All beauty under the sun--
Still end in loss:
I should find no bent arm, no bed
 To rest my head.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Loss And Gain

 When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
I am aware How many days have been idly spent; How like an arrow the good intent Has fallen short or been turned aside.
But who shall dare To measure loss and gain in this wise? Defeat may be victory in disguise; The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

by William Stafford

The Light By The Barn

 The light by the barn that shines all night
pales at dawn when a little breeze comes.
A little breeze comes breathing the fields from their sleep and waking the slow windmill.
The slow windmill sings the long day about anguish and loss to the chickens at work.
The little breeze follows the slow windmill and the chickens at work till the sun goes down-- Then the light by the barn again.