Famous Short Student Poems

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

The Mad Yak  

 I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get
from me.

They are waiting for me to die;
They want to make buttons out of my bones.

Where are my sisters and brothers?
That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap.

And that idiot student of his--
I never saw that muffler before.

Poor uncle, he lets them load him.

How sad he is, how tired!
I wonder what they'll do with his bones?
And that beautiful tail!
How many shoelaces will they make of that!

For Lew Welch In A Snowfall  

 Snowfall in March:
I sit in the white glow reading a thesis
About you.
 Your poems, your life.


The author's my student,
He even quotes me.


Forty years since we joked in a kitchen in Portland
Twenty since you disappeared.


All those years and their moments—
Crackling bacon, slamming car doors,
Poems tried out on friends,
Will be one more archive,
One more shaky text.


But life continues in the kitchen
Where we still laugh and cook,
Watching snow.

Berket And The Stars  

 A day on the boulevards chosen out of ten years of 
student poverty! One best day out of ten good ones.

Berket in high spirits—"Ha, oranges! Let's have one!"
And he made to snatch an orange from the vender's cart.


Now so clever was the deception, so nicely timed 
to the full sweep of certain wave summits, 
that the rumor of the thing has come down through 
three generations—which is relatively forever!

Artists wrestled here!  

 Artists wrestled here!
Lo, a tint Cashmere!
Lo, a Rose!
Student of the Year!
For the easel here
Say Repose!

Tis One by One -- the Father counts --  

 'Tis One by One -- the Father counts --
And then a Tract between
Set Cypherless -- to teach the Eye
The Value of its Ten --

Until the peevish Student
Acquire the Quick of Skill --
Then Numerals are dowered back --
Adorning all the Rule --

'Tis mostly Slate and Pencil --
And Darkness on the School
Distracts the Children's fingers --
Still the Eternal Rule

Regards least Cypherer alike
With Leader of the Band --
And every separate Urchin's Sum --
Is fashioned for his hand --