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Famous Short Care Poems. Short Care Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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To The Reader

 Pray thee, take care, that tak'st my book in hand,
To read it well -- that is, to understand.


by Dorothy Parker

Alexandre Dumas And His Son

 Although I work, and seldom cease,
At Dumas pere and Dumas fils,
Alas, I cannot make me care
For Dumas fils and Dumas pere.


by Friedrich von Schiller

Inside And Outside

 God alone sees the heart and therefore, since he alone sees it,
Be it our care that we, too, something that's worthy may see.


by Stevie Smith

My Heart Was Full

 My heart was full of softening showers,
I used to swing like this for hours,
I did not care for war or death,
I was glad to draw my breath.


by Gelett Burgess

Floorless Room The

 I Wish that my Room had a Floor! 
I don't so Much Care for a Door, 
But this Crawling Around
Without Touching the Ground
Is Getting to be Quite a Bore!


by Gelett Burgess

The Floorless Room

 I Wish that my Room had a Floor! 
I don't so Much Care for a Door, 
But this Crawling Around
Without Touching the Ground
Is Getting to be Quite a Bore!


by Emily Dickinson

When we have ceased to care

 When we have ceased to care
The Gift is given
For which we gave the Earth
And mortgaged Heaven
But so declined in worth
'Tis ignominy now
To look upon --


by Bertolt Brecht

To Be Read In The Morning And At Night

 My love
Has told me
That he needs me.
That's why I take good care of myself Watch out where I'm going and Fear that any drop of rain Might kill me.


by Edward Lear

There was a Young Lady whose bonnet

There was a Young Lady whose bonnet
Came untied when the birds sate upon it;
But she said, "I don't care! all the birds in the air
Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!"


by Robert Louis Stevenson

To Madame Garschine

 WHAT is the face, the fairest face, till Care,
Till Care the graver - Care with cunning hand,
Etches content thereon and makes it fair,
Or constancy, and love, and makes it grand?


by Emily Dickinson

Good to hide and hear em hunt!

 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
Better, to be found,
If one care to, that is,
The Fox fits the Hound --

Good to know, and not tell,
Best, to know and tell,
Can one find the rare Ear
Not too dull --


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

RULES FOR MONARCHS.

 IF men are never their thoughts to employ,
Take care to provide them a life full of joy;
But if to some profit and use thou wouldst bend them,
Take care to shear them, and then defend them.
1815.
*


by Emily Dickinson

A soft Sea washed around the House

 A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care --
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Helmsman was the Bee
And an entire universe
For the delighted crew.


by Li Po

Green Mountain

 You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain; 
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is not among men.


by Emily Dickinson

Mama never forgets her birds

 Mama never forgets her birds,
Though in another tree --
She looks down just as often
And just as tenderly
As when her little mortal nest
With cunning care she wove --
If either of her "sparrows fall,"
She "notices," above.


by Richard Brautigan

At the California Institute of Technology

 I don't care how God-damn smart
these guys are: I'm bored.
It's been raining like hell all day long and there's nothing to do.
Written January 24, 1967 while poet-in-residence at the California Institute of Technology.


by Emily Dickinson

The Notice that is called the Spring

 The Notice that is called the Spring
Is but a month from here --
Put up my Heart thy Hoary work
And take a Rosy Chair.
Not any House the Flowers keep -- The Birds enamor Care -- Our salary the longest Day Is nothing but a Bier.


by Robert Burns

420. Lines of John M’Murdo Esq.

 BLEST be M’Murdo to his latest day!
No envious cloud o’ercast his evening ray;
No wrinkle, furrow’d by the hand of care,
Nor ever sorrow add one silver hair!
O may no son the father’s honour stain,
Nor ever daughter give the mother pain!


by Langston Hughes

Still Here

 I been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done Tried to make me Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'-- But I don't care! I'm still here!


by Emily Dickinson

When Night is almost done

 When Night is almost done --
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces --
It's time to smooth the Hair --

And get the Dimples ready --
And wonder we could care
For that old -- faded Midnight --
That frightened -- but an Hour --


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THE RULE OF LIFE.

 IF thou wouldst live unruffled by care,
Let not the past torment thee e'er;
As little as possible be thou annoy'd,
And let the present be ever enjoy'd;
Ne'er let thy breast with hate be supplied,
And to God the future confide.
1815.
*


by Emily Dickinson

Tis little I -- could care for Pearls

 'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls --
Who own the ample sea --
Or Brooches -- when the Emperor --
With Rubies -- pelteth me --

Or Gold -- who am the Prince of Mines --
Or Diamonds -- when have I
A Diadem to fit a Dom --
Continual upon me --


by Emily Dickinson

A Man may make a Remark --

 A Man may make a Remark --
In itself -- a quiet thing
That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark
In dormant nature -- lain --

Let us deport -- with skill --
Let us discourse -- with care --
Powder exists in Charcoal --
Before it exists in Fire.


by Carl Sandburg

Blacklisted

 WHY shall I keep the old name?
What is a name anywhere anyway?
A name is a cheap thing all fathers and mothers leave
each child:
A job is a job and I want to live, so
Why does God Almighty or anybody else care whether
I take a new name to go by?


by Robert Burns

229. Song—Anna thy Charms

 ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire,
 And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
 When fated to despair!


Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair,
 To hope may be forgiven;
For sure ’twere impious to despair
 So much in sight of heaven.


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