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

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by Emily Dickinson

It rises -- passes -- on our South

 It rises -- passes -- on our South
Inscribes a simple Noon --
Cajoles a Moment with the Spires
And infinite is gone --

by Ralph Waldo Emerson


TO clothe the fiery thought 
In simple words succeeds  
For still the craft of genius is 
To mask a king in weeds.

by Emily Dickinson

To venerate the simple days

 To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!

by Richard Brautigan

We Stopped at Perfect Days

 We stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something--

by Henry Lawson

Send Round the Hat

 Now this is the creed from the Book of the Bush – 
Should be simple and plain to a dunce: 
"If a man’s in a hole you must pass round the hat – 
Were he jail-bird or gentleman once.

by Robert Burns

124. Motto prefixed to the Author’s first Publication

 THE SIMPLE Bard, unbroke by rules of art,
He pours the wild effusions of the heart;
And if inspir’d ’tis Nature’s pow’rs inspire;
Her’s all the melting thrill, and her’s the kindling fire.

by Emily Dickinson

Ive got an arrow here.

 I've got an arrow here.
Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere.
Fell, they will say, in "skirmish"! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple arrow Sped by an archer's bow.

by Emily Dickinson

Lain in Nature -- so suffice us

 Lain in Nature -- so suffice us
The enchantless Pod
When we advertise existence
For the missing Seed --

Maddest Heart that God created
Cannot move a sod
Pasted by the simple summer
On the Longed for Dead

by Emily Dickinson

Summer laid her simple Hat

 Summer laid her simple Hat
On its boundless Shelf --
Unobserved -- a Ribbon slipt,
Snatch it for yourself.
Summer laid her supple Glove In its sylvan Drawer -- Wheresoe'er, or was she -- The demand of Awe?

by Emily Dickinson

The Clovers simple Fame

 The Clover's simple Fame
Remembered of the Cow --
Is better than enameled Realms
Of notability.
Renown perceives itself And that degrades the Flower -- The Daisy that has looked behind Has compromised its power --

by Emily Dickinson

A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!

 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Your prayers, oh Passer by!
From such a common ball as this
Might date a Victory!
From marshallings as simple
The flags of nations swang.
Steady -- my soul: What issues Upon thine arrow hang!

by Emily Dickinson

When Katie walks this simple pair accompany her side

 When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,
When Katie runs unwearied they follow on the road,
When Katie kneels, their loving hands still clasp her pious knee --
Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, with two so knit to thee!

by Emily Dickinson

This is my letter to the World

 This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me --
The simple News that Nature told --
With tender Majesty

Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see --
For love of Her -- Sweet -- countrymen --
Judge tenderly -- of Me

by Emily Dickinson

She died -- this was the way she died.

 She died -- this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate The Angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.

by José Martí

Once I was sailing for fun (Simple Verses XII)

Once I was sailing for fun
On a lake of great allure,
Like gold the sun shone so pure,
And my soul more than the sun.
Then suddenly I could smell Before I saw at my feet, A foul fish, with death replete, At the bottom of the well

by Emily Dickinson

The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves

 The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
Her unintending Eyes --
Took her own Heart, including ours,
By innocent Surprise --

The wrestle in her simple Throat
To hold the feeling down
That vanquished her -- defeated Feat --
Was Fervor's sudden Crown --

by Amy Levy

In the Nower

 To J.
De P.
Deep in the grass outstretched I lie, Motionless on the hill; Above me is a cloudless sky, Around me all is still: There is no breath, no sound, no stir, The drowsy peace to break: I close my tired eyes--it were So simple not to wake.

by Robert Burns

387. Epigram on Miss Fontenelle

 SWEET naïveté of feature,
 Simple, wild, enchanting elf,
Not to thee, but thanks to Nature,
 Thou art acting but thyself.
Wert thou awkward, stiff, affected, Spurning Nature, torturing art; Loves and Graces all rejected, Then indeed thou’d’st act a part.

by Dejan Stojanovic

It Is So Simple

I feel the light inside and out 
Sun is a close keen 

The world glows, and so I glow 
The world is growing 

And I grow glowing 
Thinking so is so simple 

Not to think, but glisten 
Not to analyze, but feel 

The light inside and out 
And grow by glowing 

by Jiri Mordecai Langer

The poem

 The poem
that I chose for you
is simple,
as are all my singing poems.
It has the trace of a veil, a little balsam, and a taste of the honey of lies.
There is also the coming end of summer when heat scorches the meadow and the quick waters of the river cease to flow.

by Emily Dickinson

It is easy to work when the soul is at play

 It is easy to work when the soul is at play --
But when the soul is in pain --
The hearing him put his playthings up
Makes work difficult -- then --

It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind --
But Gimlets -- among the nerve --
Mangle daintier -- terribler --
Like a Panter in the Glove --

by Frank Bidart

If I Could Mourn Like A Mourning Dove

 It is what recurs that we believe,
your face not at one moment looking
sideways up at me anguished or

elate, but the old words welling up by
gravity rearranged:
two weeks before you died in

pain worn out, after my usual casual sign-off
with All my love, your simple
solemn My love to you, Frank.

by Siegfried Sassoon


 Old English songs, you bring to me 
A simple sweetness somewhat kin 
To birds that through the mystery 
Of earliest morn make tuneful din, 
While hamlet steeples sleepily
At cock-crow chime out three and four, 
Till maids get up betime and go 
With faces like the red sun low 
Clattering about the dairy floor.

by Anna Akhmatova

I Dont Like Flowers...

I don't like flowers - they do remind me often
Of funerals, of weddings and of balls;
Their presence on tables for a dinner calls.
But sub-eternal roses' ever simple charm Which was my solace when I was a child, Has stayed - my heritage - a set of years behind, Like Mozart's ever-living music's hum.

by Emily Dickinson

Removed from Accident of Loss

 Removed from Accident of Loss
By Accident of Gain
Befalling not my simple Days --
Myself had just to earn --

Of Riches -- as unconscious
As is the Brown Malay
Of Pearls in Eastern Waters,
Marked His -- What Holiday
Would stir his slow conception --
Had he the power to dream
That put the Dower's fraction --
Awaited even -- Him --