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Famous Short House Poems

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

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House | Short Famous Poems and Poets

by Kobayashi Issa

Dont worry spiders

 Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house

by Kobayashi Issa

Under my house

 Under my house
an inchworm
measuring the joists.

by Yosa Buson

Harvest moon

 Harvest moon--
called at his house,
he was digging potatoes.

by Matsuo Basho

This old village

 This old village--
not a single house
 without persimmon trees.

by Mother Goose

A Star

Higher than a house, higher than a tree.
Oh! whatever can that be?

by Emily Dickinson

As willing lid oer weary eye

 As willing lid o'er weary eye
The Evening on the Day leans
Till of all our nature's House
Remains but Balcony

by Emily Dickinson

Of Glory not a Beam is left

 Of Glory not a Beam is left
But her Eternal House --
The Asterisk is for the Dead,
The Living, for the Stars --

by Mother Goose

Tommy Tittlemouse


Little Tommy Tittlemouse
Lived in a little house;
He caught fishes
In other men's ditches.

by Gelett Burgess

My Feet

 My Feet they haul me Round the House,
They Hoist me up the Stairs;
I only have to Steer them, and
They Ride me Everywheres!

by Emily Dickinson

Who has not found the Heaven -- below --

 Who has not found the Heaven -- below --
Will fail of it above --
For Angels rent the House next ours,
Wherever we remove --

by Emily Dickinson

I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News

 I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News
That such a Realm could be --
"The House not made with Hands" it was --
Thrown open wide to me --

by Emily Dickinson

If Blame be my side -- forfeit Me --

 If Blame be my side -- forfeit Me --
But doom me not to forfeit Thee --
To forfeit Thee? The very name
Is sentence from Belief -- and House --

by Edward Lear

A was an ant


was an ant
Who seldom stood still,
And who made a nice house
In the side of a hill.


Nice little ant!

by Carl Sandburg


 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 Philip Larkin

New Eyes Each Year

 New eyes each year
Find old books here,
And new books,too,
Old eyes renew;
So youth and age
Like ink and page
In this house join,
Minting new coin.

by Edward Lear

C was Papas gray Cat


was Papa's gray Cat,
Who caught a squeaky Mouse; She pulled him by his twirly tail
All about the house.

by Jack Gilbert


 Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying.
Rushed through the dark house.
Stopped, remembering.
Stood looking out at bright moonlight on concrete.

by Bertolt Brecht

Send Me A Leaf

 Send me a leaf, but from a bush
That grows at least one half hour
Away from your house, then
You must go and will be strong, and I
Thank you for the pretty leaf.

by Mother Goose


Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home!
Your house is on fire, your children all gone,
All but one, and her name is Ann,
And she crept under the pudding pan.

by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of the Cape

There was an Old Man of the Cape,
Who possessed a large Barbary Ape;
Till the Ape, one dark night, set the house all alight,
Which burned that Old Man of the Cape.

by Emily Dickinson

Trusty as the stars

 Trusty as the stars
Who quit their shining working
Prompt as when I lit them
In Genesis' new house,
Durable as dawn
Whose antiquated blossom
Makes a world's suspense
Perish and rejoice.

by Emily Dickinson

A first Mute Coming --

 A first Mute Coming --
In the Stranger's House --
A first fair Going --
When the Bells rejoice --

A first Exchange -- of
What hath mingled -- been --
For Lot -- exhibited to
Faith -- alone --

by Emily Dickinson

The Bustle in a House

 The Bustle in a House
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon Earth --

The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity.

by Emily Dickinson

The way Hope builds his House

 The way Hope builds his House
It is not with a sill --
Nor Rafter -- has that Edifice
But only Pinnacle --

Abode in as supreme
This superficies
As if it were of Ledges smit
Or mortised with the Laws --

by Wang Wei

Mengcheng Col

 New house Mengcheng entrance 
Old tree surplus sorrow willow 
Come person again for who 
Only sorrow former person be 

Who will come after, I do not know, 
He must feel sorrow for those in the past.