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Famous Short Blue Poems. Short Blue Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Barry Tebb

TOGETHER

 for Brenda



Your blue dressing-gown

Lying on the chair back

Like a tired arm.


by Dorothy Parker

Sweet Violets

 You are brief and frail and blue-
Little sisters, I am, too.
You are Heaven's masterpieces- Little loves, the likeness ceases.


by Edward Lear

B was a book

B

was a book
With a binding of blue,
And pictures and stories
For me and for you.

b

Nice little book!


by Edward Lear

K was a kingfisher:

K

was a kingfisher:
Quickly he flew,
So bright and so pretty!—
Green, purple, and blue.

k!

Kingfisher, blue!


by Edward Lear

P was a polly

P

was a polly,
All red, blue, and green,—
The most beautiful polly
That ever was seen.

p!

Poor little Polly!


by Edward Lear

B was a Bottle blue

B

was a Bottle blue,
Which was not very small; Papa he filled it full of beer, And then he drank it all.


by A R Ammons

After Yesterday

 After yesterday
afternoon's blue
clouds and white rain
the mockingbird
in the backyard
untied the drops from
leaves and twigs
with a long singing.


by Wang Wei

In The Hills

 White rocks jutting from Ching stream
The weather's cold, red leaves few
No rain at all on the paths in the hills
Clothes are wet with the blue air.


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 Edward Lear

There was an Old Man in a pew

There was an Old Man in a pew,
Whose waistcoat was spotted with blue;
But he tore it in pieces, to give to his Nieces,
That cheerful Old Man in a pew.


by Edward Lear

There was an old man of Ibreem

There was an old man of Ibreem,
Who suddenly threaten'd to scream;
But they said, "If you do, we will thump you quite blue,
You disgusting old man of Ibreem!"


by Emily Dickinson

My River runs to thee

 My River runs to thee --
Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?
My River wait reply --
Oh Sea -- look graciously --
I'll fetch thee Brooks
From spotted nooks --
Say -- Sea -- Take Me!


by Edward Lear

There was a young lady in blue

There was a young lady in blue,
Who said, "Is it you? Is it you?"
When they said, "Yes, it is," she replied only, "Whizz!"
That ungracious young lady in blue.


by Antonio Machado

Songs of the High Country

 Soria, in blue mountains,
on the fields of violet,
how often I’ve dreamed of you
on the plain of flowers,
where the Guadalquivir runs
past golden orange-trees
to the sea.


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 Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Dover

There was an Old Person of Dover,
Who rushed through a field of blue clover;
But some very large Bees stung his nose and his knees,
So he very soon went back to Dover.


by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Marine Etching

 A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed o’er the race track blue,
Then up behind her, the dust of the sea,
A gray fog, drifted, and hid her from view.


by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free

 A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed o’er the race track blue,
Then up behind her, the dust of the sea,
A gray fog, drifted, and hid her from view.


by William Allingham

An Evening

 A sunset's mounded cloud; 
A diamond evening-star; 
Sad blue hills afar; 
Love in his shroud.
Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a summer day; Sweet Love dead.


by Emily Dickinson

Nature rarer uses Yellow

 Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly Like a Lover's Words.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Far-Farers

 THE broad sun,
The bright day:
White sails
On the blue bay:
The far-farers
Draw away.
Light the fires And close the door.
To the old homes, To the loved shore, The far-farers Return no more.


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.


by Osip Mandelstam

Rome

 Rome is but nature's twin, which has reflected Rome.
We see its civic might, the signs of its decorum In the transparent air, the firmament's blue dome, The colonnades of groves and in the meadow's forum.


by James Schuyler

Sunday

 The mint bed is in
bloom: lavender haze
day.
The grass is more than green and throws up sharp and cutting lights to slice through the plane tree leaves.
And on the cloudless blue I scribble your name.


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