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Famous Short Crazy Poems. Short Crazy Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Alden Nowlan

The Masks of Love

 I come in from a walk
With you
And they ask me
If it is raining.
I didn’t notice But I’ll have to give them The right answer Or they’ll think I’m crazy.


by William Butler Yeats

A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup

 A crazy man that found a cup,
When all but dead of thirst,
Hardly dared to wet his mouth
Imagining, moon-accursed,
That another mouthful
And his beating heart would burst.
October last I found it too But found it dry as bone, And for that reason am I crazed And my sleep is gone.


by James Joyce

On the Beach at Fontana

 Wind whines and whines the shingle,
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each single
Slimesilvered stone.
From whining wind and colder Grey sea I wrap him warm And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder And boyish arm.
Around us fear, descending Darkness of fear above And in my heart how deep unending Ache of love!


by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Crazy Woman

 I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November And sing a song of gray.
I'll wait until November That is the time for me.
I'll go out in the frosty dark And sing most terribly.
And all the little people Will stare at me and say, "That is the Crazy Woman Who would not sing in May.
"


by Shel Silverstein

Rain

 I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly, I walk very slow, I can't do a handstand-- I might overflow, So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-- I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.


by Carl Sandburg

Stripes

 POLICEMAN in front of a bank 3 A.
M.
… lonely.
Policeman State and Madison … high noon … mobs … cars … parcels … lonely.
Woman in suburbs … keeping night watch on a sleeping typhoid patient … only a clock to talk to … lonesome.
Woman selling gloves … bargain day department store … furious crazy-work of many hands slipping in and out of gloves … lonesome.


by Alan Dugan

Nomenclature

 My mother never heard of Freud
and she decided as a little girl
that she would call her husband Dick
no matter what his first name was
and did.
He called her Ditty.
They called me Bud, and our generic names amused my analyst.
That must, she said, explain the crazy times I had in bed and quoted Freud: "Life is pain.
" "What do women want?" and "My prosthesis does not speak French.
"


by William Butler Yeats

Sweet Dancer

 The girl goes dancing there
On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
Grass plot of the garden;
Escaped from bitter youth,
Escaped out of her crowd,
Or out of her black cloud.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer! If strange men come from the house To lead her away, do not say That she is happy being crazy; Lead them gently astray; Let her finish her dance, Let her finish her dance.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!


by Carl Sandburg

A Teamsters Farewell

 Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary

GOOD-BY now to the streets and the clash of wheels and
locking hubs,
The sun coming on the brass buckles and harness knobs.
The muscles of the horses sliding under their heavy haunches, Good-by now to the traffic policeman and his whistle, The smash of the iron hoof on the stones, All the crazy wonderful slamming roar of the street-- O God, there's noises I'm going to be hungry for.


by Jenny Joseph

The sun has burst the sky

 The sun has burst the sky
Because I love you
And the river its banks.
The sea laps the great rocks Because I love you And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away And saying coldly 'Constancy is not for you'.
The blackbird fills the air Because I love you With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns.
The people walk in the street and laugh I love you And far down the river ships sound their hooters Crazy with joy because I love you.


by Dorothy Parker

The Veteran

 When I was young and bold and strong,
Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My plume on high, my flag unfurled,
I rode away to right the world.
"Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I, And wept there was but once to die.
But I am old; and good and bad Are woven in a crazy plaid.
I sit and say, "The world is so; And he is wise who lets it go.
A battle lost, a battle won- The difference is small, my son.
" Inertia rides and riddles me; The which is called Philosophy.