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Famous Short Sound Poems. Short Sound Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Yosa Buson

Old well

 Old well,
a fish leaps--
 dark sound.


by Yosa Buson

Coolness

 Coolness--
the sound of the bell
 as it leaves the bell.


by Matsuo Basho

Winter solitude

 Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
 the sound of wind.


by Matsuo Basho

Awake at night

 Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
 cracking in the cold.


by Robert Herrick

SOFT MUSIC

 The mellow touch of music most doth wound
The soul, when it doth rather sigh, than sound.


by Emily Dickinson

The Dust behind I strove to join

 The Dust behind I strove to join
Unto the Disk before --
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls upon a Floor --


by Emily Dickinson

Where Roses would not dare to go

 Where Roses would not dare to go,
What Heart would risk the way --
And so I send my Crimson Scouts
To sound the Enemy --


by Emily Dickinson

Peace is a fiction of our Faith --

 Peace is a fiction of our Faith --
The Bells a Winter Night
Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound
That never did alight.


by Adelaide Crapsey

November Night

Listen.
.
With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

Aunties Skirts

 Whenever Auntie moves around,
Her dresses make a curious sound,
They trail behind her up the floor,
And trundle after through the door.


by Emily Dickinson

The Sun in reigning to the West

 The Sun in reigning to the West
Makes not as much of sound
As Cart of man in road below
Adroitly turning round
That Whiffletree of Amethyst


by Ogura Hyakunin Isshu

Chunagon Yukihira

Though we parted be;
If on Mount Inaba's peak
I should hear the sound
Of the pine trees growing there,
Back at once I'll make my way.


by Edward Lear

M was a mill

M

was a mill
Which stood on a hill,
And turned round and round
With a loud hummy sound.

m

Useful old mill!


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 Gelett Burgess

A Womans Reason

 I'm Sure every Word that you say is Absurd; 
I Say it's All Gummidge and Twaddle; 
You may Argue away till the 19th of May, 
But I don't like the Sound of the Moddle!


by Edward Lear

There was a Young Lady of Tyre

There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep she enraptured the deep,
And enchanted the city of Tyre.


by Edward Lear

There was an old person of Filey

There was an old person of Filey,
Of whom his acquaintance spoke highly;
He danced perfectly well, to the sound of a bell,
And delighted the people of Filey.


by Richard Crashaw

Divine Epigrams: On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves

 See here an easy feast that knows no wound,
That under hunger's teeth will needs be sound;
A subtle harvest of unbounded bread,
What would ye more? Here food itself is fed.


by Louise Bogan

Knowledge

 Now that I know
How passion warms little
Of flesh in the mould,
And treasure is brittle,--

I'll lie here and learn
How, over their ground
Trees make a long shadow
And a light sound.


by Emily Dickinson

The mob within the heart

 The mob within the heart
Police cannot suppress
The riot given at the first
Is authorized as peace

Uncertified of scene
Or signified of sound
But growing like a hurricane
In a congenial ground.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Poem

 It's all in
the sound.
A song.
Seldom a song.
It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps, a gentian—something immediate, open scissors, a lady's eyes—waking centrifugal, centripetal.


by Wanda Phipps

Morning Poem #40

 pink around a
circle of pink
around a shimmer
of found reason
pink around a
glimmering white
shaked around
a sound blue
somehow in the
touch of green
looped inside
loops abound
a bound ribbon
a hope bow bows
in a rare season


by George Meredith

Song in the Songless

 They have no song, the sedges dry,
And still they sing.
It is within my breast they sing, As I pass by.
Within my breast they touch a string, They wake a sigh.
There is but sound of sedges dry; In me they sing.


by James Lee Jobe

Quietly

 Quiet! Today the earth tells me, be quiet.
Ssh! No talking now.
Our soul is listening to tiny things, almost silent.
This is a language that you feel.
Our soul, says the earth, hears every little sound.


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