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Famous Short Car Poems

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

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by Carl Sandburg

Wistful

 WISHES left on your lips
The mark of their wings.
Regrets fly kites in your eyes.


by Bliss Carman

ON LOVE

 Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all
Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Red Wheelbarrow

 so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.


by Carl Sandburg

Window

 Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light.


by Carl Sandburg

Basket

 SPEAK, sir, and be wise.
Speak choosing your words, sir, like an old woman over a bushel of apples.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Soughing Wind

 Some leaves hang late, some fall
before the first frost—so goes 
the tale of winter branches and old bones.


by Carl Sandburg

Fog

 THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.


by Carl Sandburg

My People

 MY people are gray,
 pigeon gray, dawn gray, storm gray.
I call them beautiful, and I wonder where they are going.


by Carl Sandburg

Losses

 I HAVE love
And a child,
A banjo
And shadows.
(Losses of God, All will go And one day We will hold Only the shadows.
)


by Carl Sandburg

Slippery

 THE SIX month child
Fresh from the tub
Wriggles in our hands.
This is our fish child.
Give her a nickname: Slippery.


by Carl Sandburg

Whitelight

 YOUR whitelight flashes the frost to-night
Moon of the purple and silent west.
Remember me one of your lovers of dreams.


by Carl Sandburg

Flux

 SAND of the sea runs red
Where the sunset reaches and quivers.
Sand of the sea runs yellow Where the moon slants and wavers.


by Carl Sandburg

Choose

 THE single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.
Choose: For we meet by one or the other.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Thing

 Each time it rings
I think it is for
me but it is
not for me nor for

anyone it merely
rings and we
serve it bitterly
together, they and I


by Carl Sandburg

Pool

 OUT of the fire
Came a man sunken
To less than cinders,
A tea-cup of ashes or so.
And I, The gold in the house, Writhed into a stiff pool.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

Poem (As the cat)

 As the cat
climbed over
the top of

the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot

carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

This Is Just To Say

 I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold


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 Richard Brautigan

30 Cents Two Transfers Love

 Thinking hard about you 
I got on the bus 
and paid 30 cents car fare 
and asked the driver for two transfers 
before discovering 
that I was 
alone.


by Raymond Carver

Late Fragment

 And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.


by Carl Sandburg

Swirl

 A SWIRL in the air where your head was once, here.
You walked under this tree, spoke to a moon for me I might almost stand here and believe you alive.


by Carl Sandburg

White Shoulders

 YOUR white shoulders
I remember
And your shrug of laughter.
Low laughter Shaken slow From your white shoulders.
Where the moon slants and wavers.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

Complete Destruction

 It was an icy day.
We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
Those fleas that escaped earth and fire died by the cold.


by Carl Sandburg

I Sang

 I sang to you and the moon
But only the moon remembers.
I sang O reckless free-hearted free-throated rythms, Even the moon remembers them And is kind to me.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Great Figure

 Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.


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