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 Poet
1 William Wordsworth
2 Emily Dickinson
3 William Shakespeare
4 Maya Angelou
5 Langston Hughes
6 Robert Frost
7 Walt Whitman
8 Rabindranath Tagore
9 Shel Silverstein
10 William Blake
11 Pablo Neruda
12 Sylvia Plath
13 Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings
14 William Butler Yeats
15 Tupac Shakur
16 Oscar Wilde
17 Rudyard Kipling
18 Alfred Lord Tennyson
19 Sandra Cisneros
20 Alice Walker
21 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
22 Billy Collins
23 Christina Rossetti
24 Carol Ann Duffy
25 Charles Bukowski
26 Edgar Allan Poe
27 Sarojini Naidu
28 John Donne
29 Ralph Waldo Emerson
30 Nikki Giovanni
31 John Keats
32 Raymond Carver
33 Mark Twain
34 Thomas Hardy
35 Anne Sexton
36 Lewis Carroll
37 Elizabeth Barrett Browning
38 Gary Soto
39 Alexander Pushkin
40 Carl Sandburg
41 Gwendolyn Brooks
42 Henry David Thoreau
43 George (Lord) Byron
44 Spike Milligan
45 Margaret Atwood
46 Muhammad Ali
47 Roger McGough
48 Sara Teasdale
49 Allen Ginsberg
50 Jane Austen
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Famous Short Dog Poems

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

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by Kobayashi Issa

Visiting the graves

 Visiting the graves,
the old dog
leads the way.


by Alexander Pope

Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness

 I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?


by Robert Frost

The Span Of Life

 The old dog barks backwards without getting up.
I can remember when he was a pup.


by Mother Goose

Leg Over Leg


Leg over leg,
As the dog went to Dover;
When he came to a stile,
Jump, he went over.


by Mother Goose

Caesar's Song

 

  Bow-wow-wow!
Whose dog art thou?
Little Tom Tinker's dog,
  Bow-wow-wow!


by Stevie Smith

Conviction (ii)

 I walked abroad in Easter Park,
I heard the wild dog's distant bark,
I knew my Lord was risen again, -
Wild dog, wild dog, you bark in vain.


by Ogden Nash

The Dog

 The truth I do not stretch or shove
When I state that the dog is full of love.
I've also found, by actual test, A wet dog is the lovingest.


by William Butler Yeats

To A Poet Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets Imitators Of His And Mine

 You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?


by Mother Goose

My Little Maid


High diddle doubt, my candle's out
  My little maid is not at home;
Saddle my hog and bridle my dog,
  And fetch my little maid home.


by Edward Lear

There was an old man of Ancona

There was an old man of Ancona,
Who found a small dog with no owner,
Which he took up and down all the streets of the town,
That anxious old man of Ancona.


by Omar Khayyam

In the sweet spring a grassy bank I sought,

In the sweet spring a grassy bank I sought,
And thither wine, and a fair Houri brought;
And, though the people called me graceless dog,
Gave not to Paradise another thought!


by Russell Edson

The Tree

 They have grafted pieces of an ape with a dog.
.
.
Then, what they have, wants to live in a tree.
No, it wants to lift its leg and piss on the tree.
.
.


by Omar Khayyam

Thy passion, man, resembles in all things a house dog

Thy passion, man, resembles in all things a house dog
which never leaves his kennel. It has the slyness of the
fox, it lies low like a hare, and to the rage of the tiger
adds the voracity of a wolf.


by Omar Khayyam

In springtime let me sit upon the edge of a broad

In springtime let me sit upon the edge of a broad
field with one fair girl, and wine in plenty if wine is at
hand. Though this may culpable be thought, I should
be worse than any dog did I not dream of Paradise.


by Lew Welch

Dear Joanne

 Dear Joanne,

Last night Magda dreamed that she,
you, Jack, and I were driving around
Italy.
We parked in Florence and left our dog to guard the car.
She was worried because he doesn't understand Italian.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

April Is The Saddest Month

 There they were
stuck
dog and bitch
halving the compass

Then when with his yip
they parted
oh how frolicsome

she grew before him
playful
dancing and
how disconsolate

he retreated
hang-dog
she following
through the shrubbery


by Jane Kenyon

Biscuit

 The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his mouth
like a priest offering the host.
I can't bear that trusting face! He asks for bread, expects bread, and I in my power might have given him a stone.


by Spike Milligan

Porridge

 Why is there no monument
To Porridge in our land?
It it's good enough to eat,
It's good enough to stand!

On a plinth in London
A statue we should see
Of Porridge made in Scotland
Signed, "Oatmeal, O.
B.
E.
" (By a young dog of three)


by Yehuda Amichai

A Dog After Love

 After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly.
It will fill its nose And set out to find you.
I hope it will tear the Testicles of your lover and bite off his penis Or at least Will bring me your stockings between his teeth.


by Mother Goose

Ride Away, Ride Away


Ride away, ride away,
  Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat
  Tied to one side;
And he shall have little dog
  Tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride
  To see his grandmother.


by Ambrose Bierce

Rimer

 The rimer quenches his unheeded fires,
The sound surceases and the sense expires.
Then the domestic dog, to east and west, Expounds the passions burning in his breast.
The rising moon o'er that enchanted land Pauses to hear and yearns to understand.


by Vachel Lindsay

What the Rattlesnake Said

 The moon's a little prairie-dog.
He shivers through the night.
He sits upon his hill and cries For fear that I will bite.
The sun's a broncho.
He's afraid Like every other thing, And trembles, morning, noon and night, Lest I should spring, and sting.


by Mother Goose

The Cat And The Fiddle

 

    Hey, diddle, diddle!
    The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
    The little dog laughed
    To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THE YELPERS

 OUR rides in all directions bend,

For business or for pleasure,
Yet yelpings on our steps attend,

And barkings without measure.
The dog that in our stable dwells, After our heels is striding, And all the while his noisy yells But show that we are riding.
1815.
*


by Carl Sandburg

Haunts

 THERE are places I go when I am strong.
One is a marsh pool where I used to go with a long-ear hound-dog.
One is a wild crabapple tree; I was there a moonlight night with a girl.
The dog is gone; the girl is gone; I go to these places when there is no other place to go.


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