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Famous Short Joy Poems

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

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Joy | Short Famous Poems and Poets

by Emily Dickinson

A Letter is a joy of Earth --

 A Letter is a joy of Earth --
It is denied the Gods --

by Robert Herrick


 Praise, they that will, times past: I joy to see
Myself now live; this age best pleaseth me!

by Robert Herrick


 He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.

by Robert Burns

205. Song—Go on Sweet Bird and Soothe my Care

 FOR thee is laughing Nature gay,
For thee she pours the vernal day;
For me in vain is Nature drest,
While Joy’s a stranger to my breast.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

I ask of thee love nothing but relief

 I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief.
Thou canst not bring the old days back again; For I was happy then, Not knowing heavenly joy, not knowing grief.

by Emily Dickinson

We shun it ere it comes

 We shun it ere it comes,
Afraid of Joy,
Then sue it to delay
And lest it fly,
Beguile it more and more --
May not this be
Old Suitor Heaven,
Like our dismay at thee?

by Emily Dickinson

Satisfaction -- is the Agent

 Satisfaction -- is the Agent
Of Satiety --
Want -- a quiet Commissary
For Infinity.
To possess, is past the instant We achieve the Joy -- Immortality contented Were Anomaly.

by Emily Dickinson

Rather arid delight

 Rather arid delight
If Contentment accrue
Make an abstemious Ecstasy
Not so good as joy --

But Rapture's Expense
Must not be incurred
With a tomorrow knocking
And the Rent unpaid --

by William Blake

The Sick Rose

 O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

by James Joyce

He Who Hath Glory Lost

 He who hath glory lost, nor hath 
Found any soul to fellow his, 
Among his foes in scorn and wrath 
Holding to ancient nobleness, 
That high unconsortable one --- 
His love is his companion.

by Emily Dickinson

The Treason of an accent

 The Treason of an accent
Might Ecstasy transfer --
Of her effacing Fathom
Is no Recoverer --


The Treason of an Accent
Might vilify the Joy --
To breathe -- corrode the rapture
Of Sanctity to be --

by Emily Dickinson

Did lifes penurious length

 Did life's penurious length
Italicize its sweetness,
The men that daily live
Would stand so deep in joy
That it would clog the cogs
Of that revolving reason
Whose esoteric belt
Protects our sanity.

by Emily Dickinson

So glad we are -- a Strangerd deem

 'Twas sorry, that we were --
For where the Holiday should be
There publishes a Tear --
Nor how Ourselves be justified --
Since Grief and Joy are done
So similar -- An Optizan
Could not decide between --

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Strike Churl

 Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail 
May’s beauty massacre and wisp?d wild clouds grow 
Out on the giant air; tell Summer No, 
Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


 IF men are never their thoughts to employ,
Take care to provide them a life full of joy;
But if to some profit and use thou wouldst bend them,
Take care to shear them, and then defend them.

by James Joyce

Because Your Voice Was at My Side

 Because your voice was at my side 
I gave him pain, 
Because within my hand I held 
Your hand again.
There is no word nor any sign Can make amend -- - He is a stranger to me now Who was my friend.

by Emily Dickinson

The joy that has no stem no core

 The joy that has no stem no core,
Nor seed that we can sow,
Is edible to longing.
But ablative to show.
By fundamental palates Those products are preferred Impregnable to transit And patented by pod.

by James Joyce

A Flower Given to My Daughter

 Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's wan wave.
Rosefrail and fair -- yet frailest A wonder wild In gentle eyes thou veilest, My blueveined child.

by Emily Dickinson

March is the Month of Expectation.

 March is the Month of Expectation.
The things we do not know -- The Persons of prognostication Are coming now -- We try to show becoming firmness -- But pompous Joy Betrays us, as his first Betrothal Betrays a Boy.

by Walt Whitman

Joy Shipmate Joy!

 JOY! shipmate—joy! 
(Pleas’d to my Soul at death I cry;) 
Our life is closed—our life begins; 
The long, long anchorage we leave, 
The ship is clear at last—she leaps!
She swiftly courses from the shore; 
Joy! shipmate—joy!

by James Joyce


 The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.
The sly reeds whisper to the night A name-- her name- And all my soul is a delight, A swoon of shame.

by Emily Dickinson

Go not too near a House of Rose --

 Go not too near a House of Rose --
The depredation of a Breeze --
Or inundation of a Dew
Alarms its walls away --

Nor try to tie the Butterfly,
Nor climb the Bars of Ecstasy,
In insecurity to lie
Is Joy's insuring quality.

by Robert William Service

To Frank Dodd

 Since four decades you've been to me
 Both Guide and Friend,
I fondly hope you'll always be,
 Right to the end;
And though my rhymes you rarely scan
 (Oh, small the blame!)
I joy that on this Page I can
 Inscribe your name.

by Emily Dickinson

Consulting summers clock

 Consulting summer's clock,
But half the hours remain.
I ascertain it with a shock -- I shall not look again.
The second half of joy Is shorter than the first.
The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest.

by Emily Dickinson

His voice decrepit was with Joy --

 His voice decrepit was with Joy --
Her words did totter so
How old the News of Love must be
To make Lips elderly
That purled a moment since with Glee --
Is it Delight or Woe --
Or Terror -- that do decorate
This livid interview --