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Famous Short Joy Poems. Short Joy Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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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

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 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 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 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

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

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 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 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 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 --

by Emily Dickinson

Who never wanted -- maddest Joy

 Who never wanted -- maddest Joy
Remains to him unknown --
The Banquet of Abstemiousness
Defaces that of Wine --

Within its reach, though yet ungrasped
Desire's perfect Goal --
No nearer -- lest the Actual --
Should disentrall thy soul --

by Stanley Kunitz

An Old Cracked Tune

 My name is Solomon Levi,
the desert is my home,
my mother's breast was thorny,
and father I had none.
The sands whispered, Be separate, the stones taught me, Be hard.
I dance, for the joy of surviving, on the edge of the road.

by Emily Dickinson

There is an arid Pleasure --

 There is an arid Pleasure --
As different from Joy --
As Frost is different from Dew --
Like element -- are they --

Yet one -- rejoices Flowers --
And one -- the Flowers abhor --
The finest Honey -- curdled --
Is worthless -- to the Bee --

by Emily Dickinson

In snow thou comest --

 In snow thou comest --
Thou shalt go with the resuming ground,
The sweet derision of the crow,
And Glee's advancing sound.
In fear thou comest -- Thou shalt go at such a gait of joy That man anew embark to live Upon the depth of thee.