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Famous Short Dark Poems. Short Dark Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Yosa Buson

Old well

 Old well,
a fish leaps--
 dark sound.


by Jack Kerouac

Haiku

 Birds singing
 in the dark
—Rainy dawn.


by Yosa Buson

Not quite dark yet

 Not quite dark yet
and the stars shining
above the withered fields.


by Carl Sandburg

Window

 Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light.


by Emily Dickinson

By Chivalries as tiny

 By Chivalries as tiny,
A Blossom, or a Book,
The seeds of smiles are planted --
Which blossom in the dark.


by Robert Burns

47. Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic

 BELOW thir stanes lie Jamie’s banes;
 O Death, it’s my opinion,
Thou ne’er took such a bleth’rin bitch
 Into thy dark dominion!


by Edward Lear

Y was a yew

Y

was a yew,
Which flourished and grew
By a quiet abode
Near the side of a road.

y

Dark little yew!


by Emily Dickinson

So set its Sun in Thee

 So set its Sun in Thee
What Day be dark to me --
What Distance -- far --
So I the Ships may see
That touch -- how seldomly --
Thy Shore?


by Robert Burns

187. Epigram on Parting with a kind Host in the Highlands

 WHEN Death’s dark stream I ferry o’er,
 (A time that surely shall come,)
In Heav’n itself I’ll ask no more,
 Than just a Highland welcome.


by Edward Lear

L was a light

L

was a light
Which burned all the night,
And lighted the gloom
Of a very dark room.

l

Useful nice light!


by Jack Gilbert

Divorce

 Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying.
Rushed through the dark house.
Stopped, remembering. Stood looking
out at bright moonlight on concrete.


by Edward Lear

O was an Owl who flew

O

was an Owl who flew
All in the dark away, Papa said, "What an owl you are!
Why don't you fly by day?"


by Wang Wei

Bamboo Adobe

 I sit along in the dark bamboo grove,
Playing the zither and whistling long.
In this deep wood no one would know -
Only the bright moon comes to shine.


by Dorothy Parker

Philosophy

 If I should labor through daylight and dark,
Consecrate, valorous, serious, true,
Then on the world I may blazon my mark;
And what if I don't, and what if I do?


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Great Figure

 Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.


by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of the Cape

There was an Old Man of the Cape,
Who possessed a large Barbary Ape;
Till the Ape, one dark night, set the house all alight,
Which burned that Old Man of the Cape.


by William Blake

The Sick Rose

 O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

So Live So Love So Use That Fragile Hour

 SO live, so love, so use that fragile hour,
That when the dark hand of the shining power
Shall one from other, wife or husband, take,
The poor survivor may not weep and wake.


by Robert Bly

In a Train

There has been a light snow.
Dark car tracks move in out of the darkness.
I stare at the train window marked with soft dust.
I have awakened at Missoula Montana utterly happy.


by Li Po

Song of the Forge

 The forge-fire sets a glow in the heavens,
the hammer thunders, showering the smoke with sparks.

A ruddy smithy, the white face of the moon,
and the hammer, ringing down cold dark canyons.


by Robert Graves

She Tells Her Love

 She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And put out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.


by James Wright

The Jewel

 There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobodyt is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.


by A S J Tessimond

Tube Station

 The tube lift mounts,
 sap in a stem,
And blossoms its load,
 a black, untidy rose.

The fountain of the escalator
 curls at the crest,
 breaks and scatters
A winnow of men,
 a sickle of dark spray.


by Emily Dickinson

I sing to use the Waiting

 I sing to use the Waiting
My Bonnet but to tie
And shut the Door unto my House
No more to do have I

Till His best step approaching
We journey to the Day
And tell each other how We sung
To Keep the Dark away.


by Emily Dickinson

The Lightning is a yellow Fork

 The Lightning is a yellow Fork
From Tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropt
The awful Cutlery

Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The Apparatus of the Dark
To ignorance revealed.


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