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 Poet
1 William Wordsworth
2 Emily Dickinson
3 William Shakespeare
4 Maya Angelou
5 Langston Hughes
6 Robert Frost
7 Walt Whitman
8 Rabindranath Tagore
9 Shel Silverstein
10 William Blake
11 Pablo Neruda
12 Sylvia Plath
13 Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings
14 William Butler Yeats
15 Tupac Shakur
16 Oscar Wilde
17 Rudyard Kipling
18 Alfred Lord Tennyson
19 Sandra Cisneros
20 Alice Walker
21 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
22 Billy Collins
23 Christina Rossetti
24 Carol Ann Duffy
25 Charles Bukowski
26 Edgar Allan Poe
27 Sarojini Naidu
28 John Donne
29 Ralph Waldo Emerson
30 Nikki Giovanni
31 John Keats
32 Raymond Carver
33 Mark Twain
34 Thomas Hardy
35 Anne Sexton
36 Lewis Carroll
37 Elizabeth Barrett Browning
38 Gary Soto
39 Carl Sandburg
40 Alexander Pushkin
41 Gwendolyn Brooks
42 Henry David Thoreau
43 George (Lord) Byron
44 Spike Milligan
45 Margaret Atwood
46 Muhammad Ali
47 Roger McGough
48 Sara Teasdale
49 Jane Austen
50 Allen Ginsberg
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Famous Short Insect Poems

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

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Insect | Short Famous Poems and Poets

 
by Robert Burns

354. Epigram—The Toad-eater

 OF Lordly acquaintance you boast,
 And the Dukes that you dined wi’ yestreen,
Yet an insect’s an insect at most,
 Tho’ it crawl on the curl of a Queen!


by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Earthly Pride

 How baseless is the mightiest earthly pride, 
The diamond is but charcoal purified, 
The lordliest pearl that decks a monarch’s breast
Is but an insect’s sepulchre at best.


by Emily Dickinson

Patience -- has a quiet Outer --

 Patience -- has a quiet Outer --
Patience -- Look within --
Is an Insect's futile forces
Infinites -- between --

'Scaping one -- against the other
Fruitlesser to fling --
Patience -- is the Smile's exertion
Through the quivering --


by Emily Dickinson

Death is like the insect

 Death is like the insect
Menacing the tree,
Competent to kill it,
But decoyed may be.
Bait it with the balsam, Seek it with the saw, Baffle, if it cost you Everything you are.
Then, if it have burrowed Out of reach of skill -- Wring the tree and leave it, 'Tis the vermin's will.


by Walt Whitman

Beginning my Studies

 BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas’d me so much, 
The mere fact, consciousness—these forms—the power of motion, 
The least insect or animal—the senses—eyesight—love; 
The first step, I say, aw’d me and pleas’d me so much, 
I have hardly gone, and hardly wish’d to go, any farther,
But stop and loiter all the time, to sing it in extatic songs.


by Edgar Lee Masters

Dow Kritt

 Samuel is forever talking of his elm --
But I did not need to die to learn about roots:
I, who dug all the ditches about Spoon River.
Look at my elm! Sprung from as good a seed as his, Sown at the same time, It is dying at the top: Not from lack of life, nor fungus, Nor destroying insect, as the sexton thinks.
Look, Samuel, where the roots have struck rock, And can no further spread.
And all the while the top of the tree Is tiring itself out, and dying, Trying to grow.