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Famous Short America Poems. Short America Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Allen Ginsberg

Kissass

 Kissass is the Part of Peace
America will have to Kissass Mother Earth
Whites have to Kissass Blacks, for Peace & Pleasure,
Only Pathway to Peace, Kissass.


by Emily Dickinson

Volcanoes be in Sicily

 Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography --
Volcanos nearer here
A Lava step at any time
Am I inclined to climb --
A Crater I may contemplate
Vesuvius at Home.


by Walt Whitman

To Foreign Lands.

 I HEARD that you ask’d for something to prove this puzzle, the New World, 
And to define America, her athletic Democracy; 
Therefore I send you my poems, that you behold in them what you wanted.


by Richard Brautigan

Mating Saliva

 A girl in a green mini-
skirt, not very pretty, walks
down the street.

A businessman stops, turns
to stare at her ass
that looks like a moldy
refrigerator.

There are now 200,000,000 people
in America.


by Herman Melville

America

 Once in English they said America. Was it English to them.
Once they said Belgian.
We like a fog.
Do you for weather.
Are we brave.
Are we true.
Have we the national colour.
Can we stand ditches.
Can we mean well.
Do we talk together.
Have we red cross.
A great many people speak of feet.
And socks.


by Langston Hughes

I Too Sing America

 I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides, 
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.


by Walt Whitman

To a President.

 ALL you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages, 
You have not learn’d of Nature—of the politics of Nature, you have not
 learn’d
 the
 great amplitude, rectitude, impartiality; 
You have not seen that only such as they are for These States, 
And that what is less than they, must sooner or later lift off from These States.


by Walt Whitman

No Labor-Saving Machine.

 NO labor-saving machine, 
Nor discovery have I made; 
Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a hospital or library, 
Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America, 
Nor literary success, nor intellect—nor book for the book-shelf;
Only a few carols, vibrating through the air, I leave, 
For comrades and lovers.


by Robert Creeley

America

 America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.

Let the sun shine again
on the four corners of the world

you thought of first but do not
own, or keep like a convenience.

People are your own word, you
invented that locus and term.

Here, you said and say, is
where we are. Give back

what we are, these people you made,
us, and nowhere but you to be.


by Anne Sexton

The Firebombers

 We are America. 
We are the coffin fillers. 
We are the grocers of death. 
We pack them in crates like cauliflowers. 

The bomb opens like a shoebox. 
And the child? 
The child is certainly not yawning. 
And the woman? 
The woman is bathing her heart. 
It has been torn out of her
and as a last act 
she is rinsing it off in the river. 
This is the death market. 

America, 
where are your credentials?


by Emily Dickinson

Trust in the Unexpected --

 Trust in the Unexpected --
By this -- was William Kidd
Persuaded of the Buried Gold --
As One had testified --

Through this -- the old Philosopher --
His Talismanic Stone
Discerned -- still withholden
To effort undivine --

'Twas this -- allured Columbus --
When Genoa -- withdrew
Before an Apparition
Baptized America --

The Same -- afflicted Thomas --
When Deity assured
'Twas better -- the perceiving not --
Provided it believed --


by Walt Whitman

With All Thy Gifts.

 WITH all thy gifts, America, 
(Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,) 
Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee—With these, and like of these, vouchsafed
 to
 thee, 
What if one gift thou lackest? (the ultimate human problem never solving;) 
The gift of Perfect Women fit for thee—What of that gift of gifts thou lackest?
The towering Feminine of thee? the beauty, health, completion, fit for thee? 
The Mothers fit for thee?


by James Wright

Fear Is What Quickens Me

 1
Many animals that our fathers killed in America
Had quick eyes.
They stared about wildly,
When the moon went dark.
The new moon falls into the freight yards
Of cities in the south,
But the loss of the moon to the dark hands of Chicago
Does not matter to the deer
In this northern field.

 2
What is that tall woman doing
There, in the trees?
I can hear rabbits and mourning dovees whispering together
In the dark grass, there
Under the trees.

 3
I look about wildly.


by Emily Dickinson

Ive known a Heaven like a Tent

 I've known a Heaven, like a Tent --
To wrap its shining Yards --
Pluck up its stakes, and disappear --
Without the sound of Boards
Or Rip of Nail -- Or Carpenter --
But just the miles of Stare --
That signalize a Show's Retreat --
In North America --

No Trace -- no Figment of the Thing
That dazzled, Yesterday,
No Ring -- no Marvel --
Men, and Feats --
Dissolved as utterly --
As Bird's far Navigation
Discloses just a Hue --
A plash of Oars, a Gaiety --
Then swallowed up, of View.