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Famous Short Remember Poems. Short Remember Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Robert Frost

The Span Of Life

 The old dog barks backwards without getting up.
I can remember when he was a pup.


by Friedrich von Schiller

The Genius With The Inverted Torch

 Lovely he looks, 'tis true, with the light of his torch now extinguished;
But remember that death is not aesthetic, my friends!


by Carl Sandburg

Whitelight

 YOUR whitelight flashes the frost to-night
Moon of the purple and silent west.
Remember me one of your lovers of dreams.


by Ogden Nash

The Middle

 When I remember bygone days
I think how evening follows morn;
So many I loved were not yet dead,
So many I love were not yet born.


by Emily Dickinson

To venerate the simple days

 To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!


by Carl Sandburg

White Shoulders

 YOUR white shoulders
I remember
And your shrug of laughter.
Low laughter Shaken slow From your white shoulders.
Where the moon slants and wavers.


by William Allingham

A Memory

 Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond, 
A blue sky of spring, 
White clouds on the wing; 
What a little thing 
To remember for years- 
To remember with tears!


by Yehuda Amichai

Forgetting Someone

 Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light 
 in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day 

But then it is the light that makes you remember.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

De Coenatione Micae

 LOOK round: You see a little supper room;
But from my window, lo! great Caesar's tomb!
And the great dead themselves, with jovial breath
Bid you be merry and remember death.


by Carl Sandburg

Two

 Memory of you is .
.
.
a blue spear of flower.
I cannot remember the name of it.
Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk.
And they cover you.


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THE WAY TO BEHAVE.

 THOUGH tempers are bad and peevish folks swear,
Remember to ruffle thy brows, friend, ne'er;
And let not the fancies of women so fair
E'er serve thy pleasure in life to impair.
1815.
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by Emily Dickinson

To make Routine a Stimulus

 To make Routine a Stimulus
Remember it can cease --
Capacity to Terminate
Is a Specific Grace --
Of Retrospect the Arrow
That power to repair
Departed with the Torment
Become, alas, more fair --


by Wanda Phipps

Morning Poem #39

 if she took off her top
would that embarrass you
would you smile and laugh newvously
would there be
room on the roof
for the orgy
if the music was a little louder
would you remember
the color of her eyes


by Emily Dickinson

Heart! We will forget him!

 Heart! We will forget him!
You and I -- tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave --
I will forget the light!

When you have done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I remember him!


by Emily Dickinson

If recollecting were forgetting

 If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
And if to miss, were merry, And to mourn, were gay, How very blithe the fingers That gathered this, Today!


by Emily Dickinson

How happy I was if I could forget

 How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom

Keeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little Child
And perish of the cold.


by Dorothy Parker

Autumn Valentine

 In May my heart was breaking-
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.
And when it came November, I sought my heart, and sighed, "Poor thing, do you remember?" "What heart was that?" it cried.


by Carl Sandburg

Humming Bird Woman

 WHY should I be wondering
How you would look in black velvet and yellow? in orange and green?
I who cannot remember whether it was a dash of blue
Or a whirr of red under your willow throat—
Why do I wonder how you would look in humming-bird feathers?


by Paul Laurence Dunbar

The Unlucky Apple

 'Twas the apple that in Eden 
Caused our father's primal fall; 
And the Trojan War, remember -- 
'Twas an apple caused it all.
So for weeks I've hesitated, You can guess the reason why, For I want to tell my darling She's the apple of my eye.


by Carl Sandburg

Valley Song

 THE SUNSET swept
To the valley’s west, you remember.
The frost was on.
A star burnt blue.
We were warm, you remember, And counted the rings on a moon.
The sunset swept To the valley’s west And was gone in a big dark door of stars.


by Emily Dickinson

Me -- come! My dazzled face

 Me -- come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!
Me -- hear! My foreign Ear
The sounds of Welcome -- there!

The Saints forget
Our bashful feet --

My Holiday, shall be
That They -- remember me --
My Paradise -- the fame
That They -- pronounce my name --


by Walter Savage Landor

Do you Remember me? or are you Proud?

 "Do you remember me? or are you proud?"
Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd,
Ianthe said, and lookt into my eyes,
"A yes, a yes, to both: for Memory
Where you but once have been must ever be,
And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise.
"


by Emily Dickinson

Me! Come! My dazzled face

Me! Come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!

Me! Hear! My foreign ear
The sounds of welcome near!

The saints shall meet
Our bashful feet.
My holiday shall be That they remember me; My paradise, the fame That they pronounce my name.


by Emily Dickinson

Me! Come! My dazzled face

Me! Come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!

Me! Hear! My foreign ear
The sounds of welcome near!

The saints shall meet
Our bashful feet.
My holiday shall be That they remember me; My paradise, the fame That they pronounce my name.


by Walter Savage Landor

Ianthes Question

 ‘Do you remember me? or are you proud?’
Lightly advancing thro’ her star-trimm’d crowd,
Ianthe said, and look’d into my eyes.
‘A yes, a yes to both: for Memory Where you but once have been must ever be, And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise.


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