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 Poet
1 William Wordsworth
2 Emily Dickinson
3 William Shakespeare
4 Maya Angelou
5 Langston Hughes
6 Robert Frost
7 Walt Whitman
8 Rabindranath Tagore
9 Shel Silverstein
10 William Blake
11 Pablo Neruda
12 Sylvia Plath
13 Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings
14 William Butler Yeats
15 Tupac Shakur
16 Oscar Wilde
17 Rudyard Kipling
18 Alfred Lord Tennyson
19 Sandra Cisneros
20 Alice Walker
21 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
22 Billy Collins
23 Christina Rossetti
24 Carol Ann Duffy
25 Charles Bukowski
26 Edgar Allan Poe
27 Sarojini Naidu
28 John Donne
29 Ralph Waldo Emerson
30 Nikki Giovanni
31 John Keats
32 Raymond Carver
33 Mark Twain
34 Thomas Hardy
35 Anne Sexton
36 Lewis Carroll
37 Elizabeth Barrett Browning
38 Gary Soto
39 Alexander Pushkin
40 Carl Sandburg
41 Gwendolyn Brooks
42 Henry David Thoreau
43 George (Lord) Byron
44 Spike Milligan
45 Margaret Atwood
46 Muhammad Ali
47 Roger McGough
48 Sara Teasdale
49 Allen Ginsberg
50 Jane Austen
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Famous Short Song Poems

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

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by Barry Tebb

UPON BEING ASKED WHY I AM NOT WRITING

 Too much gone wrong – 

No Muse, no song.


by Kobayashi Issa

In the thickets shade

 In the thicket's shade
a woman by herself
singing the rice-planting song.


by Emily Dickinson

Fame is a bee

 Fame is a bee.
It has a song -- It has a sting -- Ah, too, it has a wing.


by Kobayashi Issa

Napping at midday

 Napping at midday
I hear the song of rice planters
and feel ashamed of myself.


by Richard Wilbur

Having Misidentified A Wildflower

 A thrush, because I'd been wrong,
Burst rightly into song
In a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only.


by Walter Savage Landor

One Lovely Name

 One lovely name adorns my song, 
And, dwelling in the heart, 
Forever falters at the tongue, 
And trembles to depart.


by Mother Goose

Three Wise Men Of Gotham


Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl;
If the bowl had been stronger
My song had been longer.


by William Butler Yeats

The Nineteenth Century And After

 Though the great song return no more
There's keen delight in what we have:
The rattle of pebbles on the shore
Under the receding wave.


by Robert Burns

205. Song—Go on Sweet Bird and Soothe my Care

 FOR thee is laughing Nature gay,
For thee she pours the vernal day;
For me in vain is Nature drest,
While Joy’s a stranger to my breast.


by Dorothy Parker

Comment

 Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.


by Edna St Vincent Millay

To Those Without Pity

 Cruel of heart, lay down my song,
Your reading eyes have done me wrong,
Not for you was the pen bitten,
And the mind wrung, and the song written.


by Robert Burns

381. Song—Fragment—No cold approach

 NO cold approach, no altered mien,
 Just what would make suspicion start;
No pause the dire extremes between,
 He made me blest—and broke my heart.


by Robert Frost

Hannibal

 Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?


by Robert Burns

541. Song—Fragment—Leezie Lindsay

 WILL ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay,
 Will ye go to the Hielands wi’ me?
Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay,
 My pride and my darling to be.


by William Butler Yeats

The Spur

 You think it horrible that lust and rage
Should dance attention upon my old age;
They were not such a plague when I was young;
What else have I to spur me into song?


by Wang Wei

A Song of an Autumn Night

 Under the crescent moon a light autumn dew 
Has chilled the robe she will not change -- 
And she touches a silver lute all night, 
Afraid to go back to her empty room.


by Henry Van Dyke

The Mocking-Bird

 In mirth he mocks the other birds at noon,
Catching the lilt of every easy tune;
But when the day departs he sings of love,--
His own wild song beneath the listening moon.


by Robert Burns

337. Song—Fragment—Altho' he has left me

 ALTHO’ he has left me for greed o’ the siller,
 I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a’ the lade o’ my sorrow,
 Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.


by Robert Burns

404. Epigram—The True Loyal Natives

 YE true “Loyal Natives” attend to my song
In uproar and riot rejoice the night long;
From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt,
But where is your shield from the darts of Contempt!


by Omar Khayyam

Now Ramazan is past, Shawwal comes back,

Now Ramazan is past, Shawwal comes back,
And feast and song and joy no more we lack;
The wine-skin carriers throng the streets and cry,
«Here comes the porter with his precious pack.»


by Linda Pastan

Petit Dejeuner

 I sing a song
of the croissant
and of the wily French
who trick themselves daily
back to the world
for its sweet ceremony.
Ah to be reeled up into morning on that crisp, buttery hook.


by Stevie Smith

Happiness

 Happiness is silent, or speaks equivocally for friends,
Grief is explicit and her song never ends,
Happiness is like England, and will not state a case,
Grief, like Guilt, rushes in and talks apace.


by Wang Wei

A Song at Weicheng

 A morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng; 
Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard.
.
.
.
Wait till we empty one more cup -- West of Yang Gate there'll be no old friends.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Poem

 It's all in
the sound.
A song.
Seldom a song.
It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps, a gentian—something immediate, open scissors, a lady's eyes—waking centrifugal, centripetal.


by Paul Laurence Dunbar

TWILIGHT

'Twixt a smile and a tear,
'Twixt a song and a sigh,
'Twixt the day and the dark,
When the night draweth nigh.
Ah, sunshine may fade
From the heavens above,
No twilight have we
To the day of our love.


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