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

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by Emily Dickinson

The competitions of the sky

 The competitions of the sky
Corrodeless ply.


by Yosa Buson

Calligraphy of geese

 Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
 the moon seals it.


by Matsuo Basho

Cold night: the wild duck

 Cold night: the wild duck,
sick, falls from the sky
 and sleeps awhile.


by Emily Dickinson

To see the Summer Sky

 To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --
True Poems flee --


by Emily Dickinson

How still the Bells in Steeples stand

 How still the Bells in Steeples stand
Till swollen with the Sky
They leap upon their silver Feet
In frantic Melody!


by Emily Dickinson

Of Yellow was the outer Sky

 Of Yellow was the outer Sky
In Yellower Yellow hewn
Till Saffron in Vermilion slid
Whose seam could not be shewn.


by Roger McGough

Mrs Moon

 Mrs Moon
sitting up in the sky
little old lady
rock-a-bye
with a ball of fading light
and silvery needles
knitting the night


by Jack Prelutsky

Dora Diller

 "My stomach's full of butterflies!"
lamented Dora Diller.
Her mother sighed.
"That's no surprise, you ate a caterpillar!"


by Edward Lear

K was a kite

K

was a kite
Which flew out of sight,
Above houses so high,
Quite into the sky.

k

Fly away, kite!


by Walter de la Mare

Napoleon

 'What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I:
I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky;
Soldiers, this solitude
Through which we go
Is I.
'


by Amy Levy

In September

 The sky is silver-grey; the long
Slow waves caress the shore.
-- On such a day as this I have been glad, Who shall be glad no more.


by Nizar Qabbani

My Lover Asks Me

 My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.


by Edward Lear

K was a great new Kite

K

was a great new Kite;
Papa he saw it fly Above a thousand chimney pots,
And all about the sky.


by Dorothy Parker

Words of Comfort to Be Scratched on a Mirror

 Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
Sappho's restriction was only the sky;
Ninon was ever the chatter of France;
But oh, what a good girl am I!


by Donald Justice

A Birthday Candle

 Thirty today, I saw
The trees flare briefly like
The candles on a cake,
As the sun went down the sky,
A momentary flash,
Yet there was time to wish


by Barry Tebb

WAITING

 I am waiting for the sky to flower

Like poems in a winter mind:

And yet they come, maybe trailing along

An urchin gang, sobbing and snotty-nosed.


by Stephen Crane

If I should cast off this tattered coat

 If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant --
What then?


by Omar Khayyam

My coming brought no profit to the sky,

My coming brought no profit to the sky,
Nor does my going swell its majesty;
Coming and going put me to a stand,
Ear never heard their wherefore nor their why.


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 Omar Khayyam

What though the sky with its blue canopy

What though the sky with its blue canopy
Doth close us in so that we cannot see,
In the etern Cupbearer's wine methinks,
There float a myriad bubbles like to me.


by Omar Khayyam

Jewry hath seen a thousand prophets die,

Jewry hath seen a thousand prophets die,
Sinai a thousand Musas mount the sky;
How many Cæsars Rome's proud forum crossed!
'Neath Kasra's dome how many monarchs lie!


by Hilaire Belloc

The Telephone

 To-night in million-voiced London I 
Was lonely as the million-pointed sky 
Until your single voice.
Ah! So the sun Peoples all heaven, although he be but one.


by Omar Khayyam

Glad hearts, who seek not notoriety,

Glad hearts, who seek not notoriety,
Nor flaunt in gold and silken bravery,
Haunt not this ruined earth like gloomy owls,
But wing their way, Simurgh-like, to the sky.


by Omar Khayyam

One hand with Koran, one with wine-cup dight,

One hand with Koran, one with wine-cup dight,
I half incline to wrong, and half to right;
The azure-marbled sky looks down on me
A sorry Moslem, yet not heathen quite.


by Omar Khayyam

Dreaming

Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand was in the Sky,
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
“Awake, my Little ones, and fill the cup
Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.


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