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Famous Short Cry Poems. Short Cry Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Matsuo Basho

Stillness

 Stillness--
the cicada's cry
 drills into the rocks.


by Mother Goose

Three Straws


Three straws on a staff
Would make a baby cry and laugh.


by Mother Goose

Cry, Baby


Cry, baby, cry,
Put your finger in your eye,
And tell your mother it wasn't I.


by Regina Derieva

A Poem

 A poem—
is just one more
scrap of paper
that has sailed off the table
in a bottle
with a cry for help.


by Mother Goose

Georgy Porgy

 

Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
Georgy Porgy ran away.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

To Auntie

 "Chief of our aunts"--not only I, 
But all your dozen of nurselings cry-- 
"What did the other children do? 
And what were childhood, wanting you?"


by Ogura Hyakunin Isshu

Sarumaru Tayu

In the mountain depths,
Treading through the crimson leaves,
Cries the wandering stag.
When I hear the lonely cry, Sad,--how sad--the autumn is!


by Omar Khayyam

Dreaming

Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand was in the Sky,
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
“Awake, my Little ones, and fill the cup
Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.


by Mother Goose

Young Lambs To Sell


If I'd as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry young lambs to sell;
Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell;
I never would cry young lambs to sell.



by John Keats

Give Me Women Wine and Snuff

 GIVE me women, wine, and snuff 
Untill I cry out "hold, enough!" 
You may do so sans objection 
Till the day of resurrection: 
For, bless my beard, they aye shall be 
My beloved Trinity.


by Mother Goose

Baby Dolly

 

Hush, baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry,
And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by;
Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart,
Then to either you're welcome, with all my heart.


by Walt Whitman

Joy Shipmate Joy!

 JOY! shipmate—joy! 
(Pleas’d to my Soul at death I cry;) 
Our life is closed—our life begins; 
The long, long anchorage we leave, 
The ship is clear at last—she leaps!
She swiftly courses from the shore; 
Joy! shipmate—joy!


by William Butler Yeats

He Reproves The Curlew

 O curlew, cry no more in the air,
Or only to the water in the West;
Because your crying brings to my mind
passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair
That was shaken out over my breast:
There is enough evil in the crying of wind.


by William Shakespeare

Fairy Land iv

 WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I: 
In a cowslip's bell I lie; 
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.


by David Herbert Lawrence

The Prophet

 Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom
The shrouded mother of a new idea, men hide their faces,
Cry out and fend her off, as she seeks her procreant groom,
Wounding themselves against her, denying her fecund embraces.


by Sara Teasdale

A Cry

 Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
 And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
 Only a voice.
Oh, there are breasts to bear his head, And lips whereon his lips can lie, But I must be till I am dead Only a cry.


by Ben Jonson

On Lippe the Teacher


LXXV.
 — ON LIPPE THE TEACHER.

I cannot think there's that antipathy
'Twixt puritans and players, as some cry;
Though LIPPE, at Paul's, ran from his text away,
To inveigh 'gainst plays, what did he then but play?


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

OLD AGE.

 OLD age is courteous--no one more:
For time after time he knocks at the door,
But nobody says, "Walk in, sir, pray!"
Yet turns he not from the door away,
But lifts the latch, and enters with speed.
And then they cry "A cool one, indeed!" 1814.


by Robert Herrick

CHERRY RIPE

 Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come, and buy:
If so be you ask me where
They do grow? I answer, there
Where my Julia's lips do smile;--
There's the land, or cherry-isle;
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.


by Matsuo Basho

Four Haiku

 Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the same green.
The winds of autumn Blow: yet still green The chestnut husks.
A flash of lightning: Into the gloom Goes the heron's cry.


by Robert Herrick

TO HIS KINSWOMAN MISTRESS SUSANNA HERRICK

 When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay
But here awhile, to languish and decay;
Like to these garden glories, which here be
The flowery-sweet resemblances of thee:
With grief of heart, methinks, I thus do cry,
Would thou hadst ne'er been born, or might'st not die!


by Maya Angelou

When You Come

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic, Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words, I cry.


by Carl Sandburg

Peach Blossoms

 WHAT cry of peach blossoms
 let loose on the air today
I heard with my face thrown
 in the pink-white of it all?
 in the red whisper of it all?

What man I heard saying:
 Christ, these are beautiful!

And Christ and Christ was in his mouth,
 over these peach blossoms?


by Dorothy Parker

The Leal

 The friends I made have slipped and strayed,
And who's the one that cares?
A trifling lot and best forgot-
And that's my tale, and theirs.
Then if my friendships break and bend, There's little need to cry The while I know that every foe Is faithful till I die.


by Langston Hughes

Minstrel Man

 Because my mouth
Is wide with laughter
And my throat
Is deep with song, 
You do not think 
I suffer after
I have held my pain
So long?

Because my mouth 
Is wide with laughter, 
You do not hear
My inner cry? 
Because my feet
Are gay with dancing, 
You do not know 
I die?


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