Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Famous Short Son Poems

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

Other Short Poem Pages

More great short poems below.

Son | Short Famous Poems and Poets

12
 
by Yosa Buson

Old well

 Old well,
a fish leaps--
 dark sound.


by Yosa Buson

Sparrow singing

 Sparrow singing--
its tiny mouth
 open.


by Emily Dickinson

Society for me my misery

 Society for me my misery
Since Gift of Thee --


by Yosa Buson

Evening wind

 Evening wind:
water laps
 the heron's legs.


by Yosa Buson

Blow of an ax

 Blow of an ax,
pine scent,
the winter woods.


by Emily Dickinson

Is Immortality a bane

 Is Immortality a bane
That men are so oppressed?


by Emily Dickinson

The competitions of the sky

 The competitions of the sky
Corrodeless ply.


by Emily Dickinson

All things swept sole away

 All things swept sole away
This -- is immensity --


by Yosa Buson

The old man

 The old man
cutting barley--
bent like a sickle.


by Emily Dickinson

Winter under cultivation

 Winter under cultivation
Is as arable as Spring.


by Yosa Buson

A bat flits

 A bat flits
in moonlight
above the plum blossoms.


by Yosa Buson

They end their flight

 They end their flight
one by one---
crows at dusk.


by Emily Dickinson

A Letter is a joy of Earth --

 A Letter is a joy of Earth --
It is denied the Gods --


by Emily Dickinson

Soft as the massacre of Suns

 Soft as the massacre of Suns
By Evening's Sabres slain


by Emily Dickinson

A Dimple in the Tomb

 A Dimple in the Tomb
Makes that ferocious Room
A Home --


by Yosa Buson

Buying leeks

 Buying leeks
and walking home
 under the bare trees.


by Yosa Buson

Early summer rain

 Early summer rain--
houses facing the river,
 two of them


by Emily Dickinson

Defrauded I a Butterfly --

 Defrauded I a Butterfly --
The lawful Heir -- for Thee --


by Yosa Buson

Blown from the west

 Blown from the west,
fallen leaves gather
 in the east.


by Yosa Buson

The end of spring

 The end of spring--
the poet is brooding
 about editors.


by Yosa Buson

Coolness

 Coolness--
the sound of the bell
 as it leaves the bell.


by Emily Dickinson

Be Mine the Doom --

 Be Mine the Doom --
Sufficient Fame --
To perish in Her Hand!


by Yosa Buson

Straw sandal half sunk

 Straw sandal half sunk
in an old pond
 in the sleety snow.


by Yosa Buson

Lighting one candle

 Lighting one candle
with another candle--
 spring evening.


by Yosa Buson

His Holiness the Abbot

 His Holiness the Abbot
is shitting
in the withered fields.


12