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Famous Short Girl Poems. Short Girl Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Kobayashi Issa

In spring rain

 In spring rain
a pretty girl
 yawning.


by Kobayashi Issa

That pretty girl

 That pretty girl--
munching and rustling
the wrapped-up rice cake.


by Ogden Nash

Biological Reflection

 A girl whose cheeks are covered with paint
Has an advantage with me over one whose ain't.


by Emily Dickinson

Bliss is the plaything of the child --

 Bliss is the plaything of the child --
The secret of the man
The sacred stealth of Boy and Girl
Rebuke it if we can


by Dorothy Parker

Words of Comfort to Be Scratched on a Mirror

 Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
Sappho's restriction was only the sky;
Ninon was ever the chatter of France;
But oh, what a good girl am I!


by Emily Dickinson

A Moth the hue of this

 A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.

Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.


by Edward Lear

There was a Young Girl of Majorca

There was a Young Girl of Majorca,
Whose Aunt was a very fast walker;
She walked seventy miles, and leaped fifteen stiles,
Which astonished that Girl of Majorca.


by Emily Dickinson

Ribbons of the Year --

 Ribbons of the Year --
Multitude Brocade --
Worn to Nature's Party once

Then, as flung aside
As a faded Bead
Or a Wrinkled Pearl
Who shall charge the Vanity
Of the Maker's Girl?


by Li Po

Autumn River Song

 The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.

The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
into the night, singing, they paddle home together.


by Mother Goose

The Little Girl With A Curl

 

There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.


by Robert Burns

472. To the beautiful Miss Eliza J——n on her principles of Liberty and Eqality

 HOW, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam’d?
Equality too! hussey, art not asham’d?
Free and Equal indeed, while mankind thou enchainest,
And over their hearts a proud Despot so reignest.


by Ellis Parker Butler

Valentine To The Girl In Black

 In hand I take this pen of mine
To write you, sweet, a valentine;
I’d take your dainty hand instead,
But—you’re a drawing—I am wed—
And that is why, you understand,
I only take my pen in hand.


by Mother Goose

Little Girl And Queen

 

"Little girl, little girl, where have you been?"
"Gathering roses to give to the Queen."
"Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?"
"She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe."


by Mother Goose

The Girl In The Lane


The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,
  Cried, "Gobble, gobble, gobble":
The man on the hill that couldn't stand still,
  Went hobble hobble, hobble.


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 Oscar Wilde

With A Copy Of A House Of Pomegranates

 Go, little book,
To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl,
Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl:
And bid him look
Into thy pages: it may hap that he
May find that golden maidens dance through thee.


by Spike Milligan

Mirror Mirror

 A young spring-tender girl
combed her joyous hair
'You are very ugly' said the mirror.
But,
on her lips hung
a smile of dove-secret loveliness,
for only that morning had not
the blind boy said,
'You are beautiful'?


by Robert Herrick

THE ROCK OF RUBIES AND THE QUARRY OFPEARLS

 Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew:
And nothing I did say,
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where:
Then spoke I to my girl,
To part her lips, and shew me there
The quarrelets of Pearl.


by Spike Milligan

Goodbye S.S.

 Go away girl, go away 
and let me pack my dreams 
Now where did I put those yesteryears 
made up with broken seams 
Where shall I sweep the pieces 
my God they still look new 
There's a taxi waiting at the door 
but there's only room for you


by Emily Dickinson

Ive heard an Organ talk sometimes

 I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
In a Cathedral Aisle,
And understood no word it said --
Yet held my breath, the while --

And risen up -- and gone away,
A more Berdardine Girl --
Yet -- know not what was done to me
In that old Chapel Aisle.


by William Butler Yeats

On Being Asked For A War Poem

 I think it better that in times like these
A poet's mouth be silent, for in truth
We have no gift to set a statesman right;
He has had enough of medding who can please
A young girl in the indolence of her youth,
Or an old man upon a winter's night.


by Emily Dickinson

They wont frown always -- some sweet Day

 They won't frown always -- some sweet Day
When I forget to tease --
They'll recollect how cold I looked
And how I just said "Please."

Then They will hasten to the Door
To call the little Girl
Who cannot thank Them for the Ice
That filled the lisping full.


by Robert Burns

45. My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment

 MY girl she’s airy, she’s buxom and gay;
Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May;
 A touch of her lips it ravishes quite:
She’s always good natur’d, good humour’d, and free;
She dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;
 I never am happy when out of her sight.


by Countee Cullen

A Brown Girl Dead

 With two white roses on her breasts, 
White candles at head and feet, 
Dark Madonna of the grave she rests; 
Lord Death has found her sweet.

Her mother pawned her wedding ring
To lay her out in white; 
She'd be so proud she'd dance and sing
to see herself tonight.


by Elinor Wylie

Curious Circumstance

 The sailorman's child 
And the girl of the witch-- 
They can't be defiled 
By touching pitch.

The sailorman's son 
Had a ship for a nursery; 
The other one 
Was baptised by sorcery.

Although he's shipped 
To the Persian Gulf, her 
Body's been dipped 
In burning sulphur.


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