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Famous Short Kiss Poems. Short Kiss Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Barry Tebb

KISSING COBBLESTONES IN KEIGHLEY

 I could bend and kiss them, everyone,

Strong and securing

As cunts are soft and beckoning.


by Nizar Qabbani

Every Time I Kiss You

 Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
I feel
I am putting a hurried love letter
In a red mailbox.


by Dorothy Parker

Faute De Mieux

 Travel, trouble, music, art,
A kiss, a frock, a rhyme-
I never said they feed my heart,
But still they pass my time.


by Robert Herrick

Draw-gloves

 At draw-gloves we'll play,
And prithee let's lay
A wager, and let it be this :
Who first to the sum
Of twenty shall come,
Shall have for his winning a kiss.


by Robert Herrick

TO SILVIA

 Pardon my trespass, Silvia! I confess
My kiss out-went the bounds of shamefacedness:--
None is discreet at all times; no, not Jove
Himself, at one time, can be wise and love.


by Walt Whitman

To the Reader at Parting.

 NOW, dearest comrade, lift me to your face, 
We must separate awhile—Here! take from my lips this kiss.
Whoever you are, I give it especially to you; So long!—And I hope we shall meet again.


by Robert Herrick

TO ELECTRA

 I dare not ask a kiss,
I dare not beg a smile;
Lest having that, or this,
I might grow proud the while.
No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be, Only to kiss that air That lately kissed thee,


by Edith Nesbit

Appeal

 Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me
Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me?
I could pardon much, believe me:
Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me,
Kiss me, kill me, love me, leave me,-
Damn me, dear, but don't deceive me!


by Robert Herrick

THE BRIDE-CAKE

 This day, my Julia, thou must make
For Mistress Bride the wedding-cake:
Knead but the dough, and it will be
To paste of almonds turn'd by thee;
Or kiss it thou but once or twice,
And for the bride-cake there'll be spice.


by Mother Goose

Shall We Go A-Shearing?


"Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?"
"Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick of hearing.
"
"Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?"
"Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly.
"


by Stevie Smith

Conviction (iv)

 I like to get off with people,
I like to lie in their arms
I like to be held and lightly kissed,
Safe from all alarms.
I like to laugh and be happy With a beautiful kiss, I tell you, in all the world There is no bliss like this.


by Emily Dickinson

Go tell it -- What a Message --

 "Go tell it" -- What a Message --
To whom -- is specified --
Not murmur -- not endearment --
But simply -- we -- obeyed --
Obeyed -- a Lure -- a Longing?
Oh Nature -- none of this --
To Law -- said sweet Thermopylae
I give my dying Kiss --


by Emily Dickinson

Go slow my soul to feed thyself

 Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself
Upon his rare approach --
Go rapid, lest Competing Death
Prevail upon the Coach --
Go timid, should his final eye
Determine thee amiss --
Go boldly -- for thou paid'st his price
Redemption -- for a Kiss --


by Robert Herrick

To the Western Wind

 SWEET western wind, whose luck it is,
 Made rival with the air,
To give Perenna's lip a kiss,
 And fan her wanton hair:

Bring me but one, I'll promise thee,
 Instead of common showers,
Thy wings shall be embalm'd by me,
 And all beset with flowers.


by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Rondeau

 Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and welth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.


by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Jenny kissd Me

 Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and welth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.


by Joyce Kilmer

Queen Elizabeth Speaks

 My hands were stained with blood, my heart was 
proud and cold,
My soul is black with shame .
.
.
but I gave Shakespeare gold.
So after aeons of flame, I may, by grace of God, Rise up to kiss the dust that Shakespeare's feet have trod.


by Robert Herrick

TO THE WATER-NYMPHS DRINKING AT THEFOUNTAIN

 Reach with your whiter hands to me
Some crystal of the spring;
And I about the cup shall see
Fresh lilies flourishing.
Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this-- To th' glass your lips incline; And I shall see by that one kiss The water turn'd to wine.


by Mother Goose

Sneezing


If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;
Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
Sneeze on a Thursday, something better.
Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
Sneeze on a Saturday, joy to-morrow.


by William Butler Yeats

A Cradle Song

 The angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God's laughing in Heaven To see you so good; The Sailing Seven Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you, For I must own That I shall miss you When you have grown.


by James Joyce

O It Was Out by Donnycarney

 O, it was out by Donnycarney 
When the bat flew from tree to tree 
My love and I did walk together; 
And sweet were the words she said to me.
Along with us the summer wind Went murmuring -- - O, happily! -- - But softer than the breath of summer Was the kiss she gave to me.


by Nizar Qabbani

Light Is More Important Than The Lantern

 Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you Are greater and more important than both of us.
The are the only documents Where people will discover Your beauty And my madness.


by Richard Aldington

Epilogue

 Che son contenti nel fuoco

We are of those that Dante saw
Glad, for love's sake, among the flames of hell,
Outdaring with a kiss all-powerful wrath;
For we have passed athwart a fiercer hell,
Through gloomier, more desperate circles
Than ever Dante dreamed:
And yet love kept us glad.


by Barry Tebb

WINDSONG

 I drowse and dream in this sleeping house

Fynbos the cat purring by the curtain

Suriya the sun god sharing the garden

Where joss sticks burn and my nostrils quiver

At the echo of Japanese songs, long ago.
In the breaking day I kiss your lips And taste the tongue of your waking shadow.


by Robert Herrick

A HYMN TO VENUS AND CUPID

 Sea-born goddess, let me be
By thy son thus graced, and thee,
That whene'er I woo, I find
Virgins coy, but not unkind.
Let me, when I kiss a maid, Taste her lips, so overlaid With love's sirop, that I may In your temple, when I pray, Kiss the altar, and confess There's in love no bitterness.


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