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Famous Short Green Poems

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

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Green | Short Famous Poems and Poets

by Kobayashi Issa

With my father

 With my father
I would watch dawn
over green fields.

by Richard Brautigan

Haiku Ambulance

 A piece of green pepper
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?

by Charles Simic


 Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.

by Mother Goose


Daffy-down-dilly has come to town
In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.

by Ezra Pound


 Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.

by Emily Dickinson

The Work of Her that went

 The Work of Her that went,
The Toil of Fellows done --
In Ovens green our Mother bakes,
By Fires of the Sun.

by Mother Goose

A Walnut

As soft as silk, as white as milk,
As bitter as gall, a strong wall,
And a green coat covers me all.

by Robert Burns

53. Lines on the Author's Death

 HE who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead,
And a green grassy hillock hides his head;
Alas! alas! a devilish change indeed.

by Ogden Nash

The Cantaloupe

 One cantaloupe is ripe and lush,
Another's green, another's mush.
I'd buy a lot more cantaloupe If I possessed a fluoroscope.

by Edward Lear

V was a veil


was a veil
With a border upon it,
And a ribbon to tie it
All round a pink bonnet.


Pretty green Veil!

by Edward Lear

X was King Xerxes


was King Xerxes,
Who wore on his head A mighty large turban,
Green, yellow, and red.


Look at King Xerxes!

by Edward Lear

P was a polly


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


Poor little Polly!

by Edward Lear

K was a kingfisher:


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


Kingfisher, blue!

by Ogura Hyakunin Isshu

Koko Tenno

It is for thy sake
That I seek the fields in spring,
Gathering green herbs,
While my garment's hanging sleeves
Are with falling snow beflecked.

by Hilda Doolittle


 Whirl up, sea— 
Whirl your pointed pines.
Splash your great pines On our rocks.
Hurl your green over us— Cover us with your pools of fir.

by Omar Khayyam

On earth's green carpet many sleepers lie,

On earth's green carpet many sleepers lie,
And hid beneath it others I descry,
And others, not yet come, or passed away,
People the desert of Nonentity!

by Omar Khayyam

Some wine, a Houri (Houris if there be),

Some wine, a Houri (Houris if there be),
A green bank by a stream, with minstrelsy;—
Toil not to find a better Paradise
If other Paradise indeed there be!

by Edward Lear

There was a young person in green

There was a young person in green,
Who seldom was fit to be seen;
She wore a long shawl, over bonnet and all,
Which enveloped that person in green.

by Edward Lear

There was an old person of Bar

There was an old person of Bar,
Who passed all her life in a jar,
Which she painted pea-green, to appear more serene,
That placid old person of Bar.

by Adrian Green

String Bass

 Some like to dominate,
others caress
a voluptuous rhythm
on pliant strings.
This pulse drives life through wanton counterpoint, the heart and harmony of things.

by Edward Lear

There was an Old Person whose habits

There was an Old Person whose habits
Induced him to feed upon Rabbits;
When he'd eaten eighteen, he turned perfectly green,
Upon which he relinquished those habits.

by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Marseilles

There was an Old Man of Marseilles,
Whose daughters wore bottle-green veils:
They caught several Fish, which they put in a dish,
And sent to their Pa at Marseilles.

by Mother Goose

Rock-A-Bye, Baby

Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;
And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

by Emily Dickinson

A little Madness in the Spring

 A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown --
Who ponders this tremendous scene --
This whole Experiment of Green --
As if it were his own!

by Li Po

Summer in the Mountains

 Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.