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Famous Short Silly Poems. Short Silly Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Spike Milligan

A Silly Poem

 Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

by Robert Burns

478. Epigram on a Suicide

 EARTH’D up, here lies an imp o’ hell,
 Planted by Satan’s dibble;
Poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’,
 To save the Lord the trouble.

by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of New York


by Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Chili

There was an Old Person of Chili,
Whose conduct was painful and silly;
He sate on the stairs, eating apples and pears,
That imprudent Old Person of Chili.

by Spike Milligan

Two Children

 Two children (small), one Four, one Five,
Once saw a bee go in a hive,
They'd never seen a bee before!
So waited there to see some more.
And sure enough along they came
A dozen bees (and all the same!)
Within the hive they buzzed about;
Then, one by one, they all flew out.
Said Four: 'Those bees are silly things,
But how I wish I had their wings!'

by Dorothy Parker


 Leave me to my lonely pillow.
Go, and take your silly posies
Who has vowed to wear the willow
Looks a fool, tricked out in roses.

Who are you, my lad, to ease me?
Leave your pretty words unspoken.
Tinkling echoes little please me,
Now my heart is freshly broken.

Over young are you to guide me,
And your blood is slow and sleeping.
If you must, then sit beside me....
Tell me, why have I been weeping?

by Robert Graves

The Cruel Moon

 The cruel Moon hangs out of reach 
Up above the shadowy beech. 
Her face is stupid, but her eye 
Is small and sharp and very sly. 
Nurse says the Moon can drive you mad? 
No, that’s a silly story, lad! 
Though she be angry, though she would 
Destroy all England if she could, 
Yet think, what damage can she do 
Hanging there so far from you?
Don’t heed what frightened nurses say: 
Moons hang much too far away.

by Vasko Popa

A Conceited Mistake

 Once upon a time there was a mistake
So silly so small
That no one would even have noticed it

It couldn't bear
To see itself to hear of itself

It invented all manner of things
Just to prove
that it didn't really exist

It invented space 
To put its proofs in
And time to keep its proofs
And the world to see its proofs

All it invented
Was not so silly
Nor so small
But was of course mistaken

Could it have been otherwise

by Constantine P Cavafy

He Came To Read

 He came to read. Two or three books
are open; historians and poets.
But he only read for ten minutes,
and gave them up. He is dozing
on the sofa. He is fully devoted to books --
but he is twenty-three years old, and he's very handsome;
and this afternoon love passed
through his ideal flesh, his lips.
Through his flesh which is full of beauty
the heat of love passed;
without any silly shame for the form of the enjoyment.....

by Stephen Vincent Benet


 To W. R. B. 

And so, to you, who always were 
Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot 
To me, I give these weedy rhymes 
In memory of earlier times. 
Now all those careless days are not. 
Of all my heroes, you endure. 

Words are such silly things! too rough, 
Too smooth, they boil up or congeal, 
And neither of us likes emotion -- 
But I can't measure my devotion! 
And you know how I really feel -- 
And we're together. There, enough . . .

by Emily Bronte

Love and Friendship

 Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree --
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most contantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who wil call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


 THIS page a chain to bring thee burns,

That, train'd to suppleness of old,
On thy fair neck to nestle, yearns,

In many a hundred little fold.

To please the silly thing consent!

'Tis harmless, and from boldness free;
By day a trifling ornament,

At night 'tis cast aside by thee.

But if the chain they bring thee ever,

Heavier, more fraught with weal or woe,
I'd then, Lisette, reproach thee never

If thou shouldst greater scruples show.


by Robert Burns

436. Song—Deluded swain the pleasure

 DELUDED swain, the pleasure
 The fickle Fair can give thee,
Is but a fairy treasure,
 Thy hopes will soon deceive thee:
The billows on the ocean,
 The breezes idly roaming,
The cloud’s uncertain motion,
 They are but types of Woman.

O art thou not asham’d
 To doat upon a feature?
If Man thou wouldst be nam’d,
 Despise the silly creature.
Go, find an honest fellow,
 Good claret set before thee,
Hold on till thou art mellow,
 And then to bed in glory!

by Siegfried Sassoon

What the Captain Said at the Point-to-Point

 I’ve had a good bump round; my little horse 
Refused the brook first time, 
Then jumped it prime; 
And ran out at the double, 
But of course
There’s always trouble at a double: 
And then—I don’t know how 
It was—he turned it up 
At that big, hairy fence before the plough; 
And some young silly pup
(I don’t know which), 
Near as a toucher knocked me into the ditch; 
But we finished full of running, and quite sound: 
And anyhow I’ve had a good bump round.

by Dorothy Parker

The Red Dress

 I always saw, I always said
If I were grown and free,
I'd have a gown of reddest red
As fine as you could see,

To wear out walking, sleek and slow,
Upon a Summer day,
And there'd be one to see me so
And flip the world away.

And he would be a gallant one,
With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun,
And lips too warm for lies.

I always saw us, gay and good,
High honored in the town.
Now I am grown to womanhood....
I have the silly gown.

by Adrienne Rich

In Those Years

 In those years, people will say, we lost track
of the meaning of we, of you
we found ourselves
reduced to I
and the whole thing became
silly, ironic, terrible:
we were trying to live a personal life
and yes, that was the only life
we could bear witness to

But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged
into our personal weather
They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove
along the shore, through the rags of fog
where we stood, saying I

by Robert William Service

The Afflicted

 Softly every night they come
 To the picture show,
That old couple, deaf and dumb
 In the second row;
Wistful watching, hand in hand,
 Proud they understand.

Shut-ins from the world away,
 All in all to each;
Knowing utter joy as they
 Read the lips of speech . . .
Would, I wonder, I be glum
 Were I deaf and dumb?

Were I quieted away,
 Far from din and shock?
Were I spared the need to say
 Silly things in talk?
Utter hush I would not mind . . .
 Happy they!--I'm blind.

by A E Housman

Oh fair enough are sky and plain

 Oh fair enough are sky and plain, 
But I know fairer far: 
Those are as beautiful again 
That in the water are; 

The pools and rivers wash so clean 
The trees and clouds and air, 
The like on earth was never seen, 
And oh that I were there. 

These are the thoughts I often think 
As I stand gazing down 
In act upon the cressy brink 
To strip and dive and drown; 

But in the golden-sanded brooks 
And azure meres I spy 
A silly lad that longs and looks 
And wishes he were I.

by Dorothy Parker

The False Friends

 They laid their hands upon my head,
They stroked my cheek and brow;
And time could heal a hurt, they said,
And time could dim a vow.

And they were pitiful and mild
Who whispered to me then,
"The heart that breaks in April, child,
Will mend in May again."

Oh, many a mended heart they knew.
So old they were, and wise.
And little did they have to do
To come to me with lies!

Who flings me silly talk of May
Shall meet a bitter soul;
For June was nearly spent away
Before my heart was whole.

by Rudyard Kipling

Blue Roses

 Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love's delight.
She would none of all my posies--
Bade me gather her blue roses.

Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such flowers grew.
Half the world unto my quest
Answered me with laugh and jest.

Home I came at wintertide,
But my silly love had died
Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.

It may be beyond the grave
She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest--
Roses white and red are best!

by Robert Burns

486. Song—Inconstancy in love

 LET not Woman e’er complain
 Of inconstancy in love;
Let not Woman e’er complain
 Fickle Man is apt to rove:
Look abroad thro’ Nature’s range,
Nature’s mighty Law is change,
Ladies, would it not seem strange
 Man should then a monster prove!

Mark the winds, and mark the skies,
 Ocean’s ebb, and ocean’s flow,
Sun and moon but set to rise,
 Round and round the seasons go.
Why then ask of silly Man
To oppose great Nature’s plan?
We’ll be constant while we can—
 You can be no more, you know.