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

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by Emily Dickinson

As subtle as tomorrow

 As subtle as tomorrow
That never came,
A warrant, a conviction,
Yet but a name.


by Edna St Vincent Millay

The Prisoner

 ALL right,
Go ahead!
What's in a name?
I guess I'll be locked into
As much as I'm locked out of!


by Emily Dickinson

The Robin for the Crumb

 The Robin for the Crumb
Returns no syllable
But long records the Lady's name
In Silver Chronicle.


by Emily Dickinson

Of whom so dear

 Of whom so dear
The name to hear
Illumines with a Glow
As intimate -- as fugitive
As Sunset on the snow --


by Francesco Petrarch

TO LAURA IN DEATH

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TO LAURA IN DEATH.


by Francesco Petrarch

PETRARCH'S TRIUMPHS

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PETRARCH'S TRIUMPHS.


by Walter Savage Landor

One Lovely Name

 One lovely name adorns my song, 
And, dwelling in the heart, 
Forever falters at the tongue, 
And trembles to depart.


by Friedrich von Schiller

My Faith

 Which religion do I acknowledge? None that thou namest.
"None that I name? And why so?"--Why, for religion's own sake?


by Robert Louis Stevenson

Fair Isle At Sea

 FAIR Isle at Sea - thy lovely name
Soft in my ear like music came.
That sea I loved, and once or twice I touched at isles of Paradise.


by Emily Dickinson

If Blame be my side -- forfeit Me --

 If Blame be my side -- forfeit Me --
But doom me not to forfeit Thee --
To forfeit Thee? The very name
Is sentence from Belief -- and House --


by Peter Huchel

Answer

 Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.


by Sir Walter Scott

Sound Sound the Clarion

 Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.


by Ben Jonson

To My Lord Ignorant


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 ? TO MY LORD IGNORANT.
  
Thou call'st me POET, as a term of shame ;
But I have my revenge made, in thy name.



by Emily Dickinson

Glory is that bright tragic thing

 Glory is that bright tragic thing
That for an instant
Means Dominion --
Warms some poor name
That never felt the Sun,
Gently replacing
In oblivion --


by Robert Burns

119. Epitaph for Robert Aiken Esq

 KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame
Of this much lov’d, much honoured name!
(For none that knew him need be told)
A warmer heart death ne’er made cold.


by Amir Khosrow

Was lovable when little

Was lovable when little (or lit),
but was worthless when grown up (or extinguished)
Khusro has told you his name,
solve this riddle or get out of town.


by Omar Khayyam

O men of morals! why do ye defame,

O men of morals! why do ye defame,
And thus misjudge me? I am not to blame.
Save weakness for the grape, and female charms,
What sins of mine can any of ye name?


by Omar Khayyam

In heaven is seen the bull we name Parwin,

In heaven is seen the bull we name Parwin,
Beneath the earth another lurks unseen;
And thus to wisdom's eyes mankind appear
A drove of asses, two great bulls between!


by Ogden Nash

The Firefly

 The firefly's flame 
Is something for which science has no name 
I can think of nothing eerier 
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a 
person's posteerier.


by Omar Khayyam

I wish that Allah would rebuild these skies,

I wish that Allah would rebuild these skies,
And earth, and that at once, before my eyes,
And either raze my name from off his roll,
Or else relieve my dire necessities!


by Mother Goose

Ladybird


Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home!
Your house is on fire, your children all gone,
All but one, and her name is Ann,
And she crept under the pudding pan.


by Edward Lear

There was an old man of Dunrose;

There was an old man of Dunrose;
A parrot seized hold of his nose.
When he grew melancholy, they said, "His name's Polly,"
Which soothed that old man of Dunrose.


by Omar Khayyam

The world will last long after Khayyam's fame

The world will last long after Khayyam's fame
Has passed away, yea, and his very name;
Aforetime we were not, and none did heed.
When we are dead and gone, 'twill be the same.


by Carl Sandburg

Two

 Memory of you is .
.
.
a blue spear of flower.
I cannot remember the name of it.
Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk.
And they cover you.


by Omar Khayyam

Now of old joys naught but the name is left,

Now of old joys naught but the name is left,
Of all old friends but wine we are bereft,
And that wine new, but still cleave to the cup,
For save the cup, what single joy is left?


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