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Short Poetry by Popular Famous Poets

 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 Alfred Lord Tennyson
18 Rudyard Kipling
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 Howl Poems

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

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by Natsume Soseki

Over the wintry

Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.


by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man with an Owl

There was an Old Man with an Owl,
Who continued to bother and howl;
He sat on a rail, and imbibed bitter ale,
Which refreshed that Old Man and his Owl.


by Robert Burns

64. Fragment of Song—'My Jean!'

 THO’ cruel fate should bid us part,
 Far as the pole and line,
Her dear idea round my heart,
 Should tenderly entwine.
Tho’ mountains, rise, and deserts howl, And oceans roar between; Yet, dearer than my deathless soul, I still would love my Jean.


by Barry Tebb

LAMENT

 How I loathe this land of my exile,

Concrete upon concrete,

Steel upon steel,

Glass upon glass

In massed battalions

And no way back.
My mind moves to a far-off place To a hill-top where the wind is my succour, Its blow and howl and rage Over the springing turf and heather Calms as the song of a mother And the last light’s glimmer.


by Robert Burns

425. Song—Had I a cave

 HAD I a cave on some wild distant shore,
Where the winds howl to the wave’s dashing roar:
 There would I weep my woes,
 There seek my lost repose,
 Till grief my eyes should close,
 Ne’er to wake more!


Falsest of womankind, can’st thou declare
All thy fond, plighted vows fleeting as air!
 To thy new lover hie,
 Laugh o’er thy perjury;
 Then in thy bosom try
 What peace is there!