Famous Short May Poems. Short May Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best May short poems
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May all my enemies go to hell,
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Man may want land to live in; but for all
Nature finds out some place for burial.
To their apartment deep
No ribaldry may creep
Untumbled this abode
By any man but God --
Let's live in haste; use pleasures while we may;
Could life return, 'twould never lose a day.
Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may;
The morrow's life too late is; Live to-day.
Unto a broken heart
No other one may go
Without the high prerogative
Itself hath suffered too.
In each world they may put us
Do not die
As this world is made I might
Triumph -- may be of several kinds --
There's Triumph in the Room
When that Old Imperator -- Death --
The star in my
Hand is falling
All the uniforms know what's no use
May I bow to Necessity not
To her hirelings
Tried always and Condemned by thee
Permit me this reprieve
That dying I may earn the look
For which I cease to live --
Declaiming Waters none may dread --
But Waters that are still
Are so for that most fatal cause
In Nature -- they are full --
God alone sees the heart and therefore, since he alone sees it,
Be it our care that we, too, something that's worthy may see.
GRACIE, thou art a man of worth,
O be thou Dean for ever!
May he be d—d to hell henceforth,
Who fauts thy weight or measure!
Dearly I love a friend; yet a foe I may turn to my profit;
Friends show me that which I can; foes teach me that which I should.
Oh, is it, then, Utopian
To hope that I may meet a man
Who'll not relate, in accents suave,
The tales of girls he used to have?
HERE lies Boghead amang the dead
In hopes to get salvation;
But if such as he in Heav’n may be,
Then welcome, hail! damnation.
THE POOR man weeps—here Gavin sleeps,
Whom canting wretches blam’d;
But with such as he, where’er he be,
May I be sav’d or d—d!
Stand close around, ye Stygian set,
With Dirce in one boat conveyed,
Or Charon, seeing, may forget
That he is old and she a shade.
Whose Pink career may have a close
Portentous as our own, who knows?
To imitate these Neighbors fleet
In awe and innocence, were meet.
So set its Sun in Thee
What Day be dark to me --
What Distance -- far --
So I the Ships may see
That touch -- how seldomly --
Whose love is given over-well
Shall look on Helen's face in hell,
Whilst those whose love is thin and wise
May view John Knox in Paradise.
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.
O ye Winds of Heaven!
In the paths among the clouds
Blow, and close the ways,
That we may these virgin forms
Yet a little while detain.
To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They may take the trifle
Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.