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Famous Short Sky Poems

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

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by Emily Dickinson

The competitions of the sky

 The competitions of the sky
Corrodeless ply.

by Yosa Buson

Calligraphy of geese

 Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
 the moon seals it.

by Matsuo Basho

Cold night: the wild duck

 Cold night: the wild duck,
sick, falls from the sky
 and sleeps awhile.

by Emily Dickinson

To see the Summer Sky

 To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --
True Poems flee --

by Emily Dickinson

How still the Bells in Steeples stand

 How still the Bells in Steeples stand
Till swollen with the Sky
They leap upon their silver Feet
In frantic Melody!

by Emily Dickinson

Of Yellow was the outer Sky

 Of Yellow was the outer Sky
In Yellower Yellow hewn
Till Saffron in Vermilion slid
Whose seam could not be shewn.

by Roger McGough

Mrs Moon

 Mrs Moon
sitting up in the sky
little old lady
with a ball of fading light
and silvery needles
knitting the night

by Jack Prelutsky

Dora Diller

 "My stomach's full of butterflies!"
lamented Dora Diller.
Her mother sighed.
"That's no surprise, you ate a caterpillar!"

by Edward Lear

K was a kite


was a kite
Which flew out of sight,
Above houses so high,
Quite into the sky.


Fly away, kite!

by Amy Levy

In September

 The sky is silver-grey; the long
Slow waves caress the shore.
-- On such a day as this I have been glad, Who shall be glad no more.

by Walter de la Mare


 'What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I:
I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky;
Soldiers, this solitude
Through which we go
Is I.

by Nizar Qabbani

My Lover Asks Me

 My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.

by Edward Lear

K was a great new Kite


was a great new Kite;
Papa he saw it fly Above a thousand chimney pots,
And all about the sky.

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 Donald Justice

A Birthday Candle

 Thirty today, I saw
The trees flare briefly like
The candles on a cake,
As the sun went down the sky,
A momentary flash,
Yet there was time to wish

by Barry Tebb


 I am waiting for the sky to flower

Like poems in a winter mind:

And yet they come, maybe trailing along

An urchin gang, sobbing and snotty-nosed.

by Stephen Crane

If I should cast off this tattered coat

 If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant --
What then?

by William Allingham

A Memory

 Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond, 
A blue sky of spring, 
White clouds on the wing; 
What a little thing 
To remember for years- 
To remember with tears!

by Hilaire Belloc

The Telephone

 To-night in million-voiced London I 
Was lonely as the million-pointed sky 
Until your single voice.
Ah! So the sun Peoples all heaven, although he be but one.

by Omar Khayyam


Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand was in the Sky,
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
“Awake, my Little ones, and fill the cup
Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.

by Stephen Crane

Walking in the sky

 Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager; Bowed he devoutly.
"My Lord," said he.
But the spirit knew him not.

by Rabindranath Tagore

Lovers Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More

 I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars,
and the world with its endless riches; but I would be content with
the smallest corner of this earth if only she were mine.

by Emily Dickinson

A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig

 A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig
And thought it very nice
I think, because his empty Plate
Was handed Nature twice --

Invigorated, waded
In all the deepest Sky
Until his little Figure
Was forfeited away --

by Emily Dickinson

Extol thee -- could I? Then I will

 Extol thee -- could I? Then I will
By saying nothing new --
But just the truest truth
That thou art heavenly.
Perceiving thee is evidence That we are of the sky Partaking thee a guaranty Of immortality

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Love Preparing to Fly

 He play'd his wings as tho' for flight; 
They webb'd the sky with glassy light.
His body sway'd upon tiptoes, Like a wind-perplexed rose; In eddies of the wind he went At last up the blue element.