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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 Rudyard Kipling
18 Sandra Cisneros
19 Alfred Lord Tennyson
20 Alice Walker
21 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
22 Billy Collins
23 Carol Ann Duffy
24 Christina Rossetti
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 Carl Sandburg
40 Alexander Pushkin
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 Jane Austen
50 Allen Ginsberg
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Famous Short Lost Poems

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

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Lost | Short Famous Poems and Poets

by Richard Crashaw

Divine Epigrams: Samson to his Delilah

 Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice?
When first I look'd on thee, I lost mine eyes.

by David Herbert Lawrence

Nothing To Save

 There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.

by Mother Goose

Lucy Locket

Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
Nothing in it, nothing in it,
But the binding round it.

by Richard Brautigan

Donner Party

 Forsaken, fucking in the cold, 
eating each other, lost 
runny noses, 
complaining all the time 
like so many 
that we know

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

After St. Augustine

 Sunshine let it be or frost, 
Storm or calm, as Thou shalt choose; 
Though Thine every gift were lost, 
Thee Thyself we could not lose.

by Anthony Hecht

Paradise Lost Book 5: An Epitome

 Higgledy piggeldy
Archangel Rafael,
Speaking of Satan's re-
Bellion from God:

"Chap was decidedly
Given to lewdness and

by Mother Goose

The Lost Shoe

Doodle doodle doo,
The Princess lost her shoe:
  Her Highness hopped,--
  The fiddler stopped,
Not knowing what to do.

by Robert Frost


 Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?

by Omar Khayyam

My body's life and strength proceed from Thee!

My body's life and strength proceed from Thee!
My soul within and spirit are of Thee!
My being is of Thee, and Thou art mine,
And I am Thine, since I am lost in Thee!

by Emily Dickinson

The Chemical conviction

 The Chemical conviction
That Nought be lost
Enable in Disaster
My fractured Trust --

The Faces of the Atoms
If I shall see
How more the Finished Creatures
Departed me!

by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Aôsta

There was an Old Man of Aôsta
Who possessed a large Cow, but he lost her;
But they said, "Don't you see she has run up a tree,
You invidious Old Man of Aôsta?"

by Omar Khayyam

The joyous souls who quaff potations deep,

The joyous souls who quaff potations deep,
And saints who in the mosques sad vigils keep,
Are lost at sea alike, and find no shore,
ONE only wakes, all others are asleep.

by Omar Khayyam

The fruit of certitude he cannot pluck,

The fruit of certitude he cannot pluck,
The path that leads thereto who never struck,
Nor ever shook the bough with strenuous hand;
To-day is lost; hope for to-morrow's luck.

by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

A Stone I died


A stone I died and rose again a plant; A plant I died and rose an animal; I died an animal and was born a man.
Why should I fear? What have I lost by death?

by Omar Khayyam

'Tis labour lost thus to all doors to crawl,

'Tis labour lost thus to all doors to crawl,
Take thy good fortune, and thy bad withal;
Know for a surety each must play his game,
As from heaven's dice-box fate's dice chance to fall.

by Omar Khayyam

My comrades all are gone; Death, deadly foe,

My comrades all are gone; Death, deadly foe,
Has caught them one by one, and trampled low;
They shared life's feast, and drank its wine with me,
But lost their heads, and dropped a while ago.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Suum Cuique

 The rain has spoiled the farmer's day;
Shall sorrow put my books away?
Thereby are two days lost:
Nature shall mind her own affairs,
I will attend my proper cares,
In rain, or sun, or frost.

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

Soul Wilt thou toss again?

 Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost indeed --
But tens have won an all --

Angel's breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee --
Imps in eager Caucus
Raffle for my Soul!

by Omar Khayyam

I am worthy neither of Hell nor a celestial abode; God

I am worthy neither of Hell nor a celestial abode; God
knows from what clay he has moulded me. Heretical as
a dervish and foul as a lost woman, I have neither
wealth, nor fortune, nor hope of Paradise.

by Walter de la Mare


 Ever, ever
Stir and shiver
The reeds and rushes
By the river:
Ever, ever,
As if in dream,
The lone moon's silver
Sleeks the stream.
What old sorrow, What lost love, Moon, reeds, rushes, Dream you of?

by Ben Jonson

On Mungril Esquire

His bought arms MUNG not liked ; for his first day
Of bearing them in field, he threw 'em away :
And hath no honor lost, our duellists say.

by Omar Khayyam

When we shall have lost my soul and thine, they will

When we shall have lost my soul and thine, they will
place bricks upon thy tomb and mine. Then, in order
to cover other tombs with bricks, they will throw my dust
and thine into the kiln of the brick-maker.

by Emily Dickinson

Come slowly -- Eden!

 Come slowly -- Eden!
Lips unused to Thee --
Bashful -- sip thy Jessamines --
As the fainting Bee --

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums --
Counts his nectars --
Enters -- and is lost in Balms.

by Emily Dickinson

I never lost as much but twice

 I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels -- twice descending Reimbursed my store -- Burglar! Banker -- Father! I am poor once more!