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

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by Yosa Buson

Old well

 Old well,
a fish leaps--
 dark sound.


by Yosa Buson

Coolness

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


by Matsuo Basho

Winter solitude

 Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
 the sound of wind.


by Matsuo Basho

Awake at night

 Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
 cracking in the cold.


by Robert Herrick

SOFT MUSIC

 The mellow touch of music most doth wound
The soul, when it doth rather sigh, than sound.


by Emily Dickinson

The Dust behind I strove to join

 The Dust behind I strove to join
Unto the Disk before --
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls upon a Floor --


by Emily Dickinson

Where Roses would not dare to go

 Where Roses would not dare to go,
What Heart would risk the way --
And so I send my Crimson Scouts
To sound the Enemy --


by Emily Dickinson

Peace is a fiction of our Faith --

 Peace is a fiction of our Faith --
The Bells a Winter Night
Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound
That never did alight.


by Adelaide Crapsey

November Night

Listen.
.
With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

Aunties Skirts

 Whenever Auntie moves around,
Her dresses make a curious sound,
They trail behind her up the floor,
And trundle after through the door.


by Emily Dickinson

The Sun in reigning to the West

 The Sun in reigning to the West
Makes not as much of sound
As Cart of man in road below
Adroitly turning round
That Whiffletree of Amethyst


by Ogura Hyakunin Isshu

Chunagon Yukihira

Though we parted be;
If on Mount Inaba's peak
I should hear the sound
Of the pine trees growing there,
Back at once I'll make my way.


by Edward Lear

M was a mill

M

was a mill
Which stood on a hill,
And turned round and round
With a loud hummy sound.

m

Useful old mill!


by Peter Huchel

Answer

 Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.


by Sir Walter Scott

Sound Sound the Clarion

 Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.


by Gelett Burgess

A Womans Reason

 I'm Sure every Word that you say is Absurd; 
I Say it's All Gummidge and Twaddle; 
You may Argue away till the 19th of May, 
But I don't like the Sound of the Moddle!


by Edward Lear

There was a Young Lady of Tyre

There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep she enraptured the deep,
And enchanted the city of Tyre.


by Edward Lear

There was an old person of Filey

There was an old person of Filey,
Of whom his acquaintance spoke highly;
He danced perfectly well, to the sound of a bell,
And delighted the people of Filey.


by Richard Crashaw

Divine Epigrams: On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves

 See here an easy feast that knows no wound,
That under hunger's teeth will needs be sound;
A subtle harvest of unbounded bread,
What would ye more? Here food itself is fed.


by Louise Bogan

Knowledge

 Now that I know
How passion warms little
Of flesh in the mould,
And treasure is brittle,--

I'll lie here and learn
How, over their ground
Trees make a long shadow
And a light sound.


by Omar Khayyam

I saw on the walls of the city of Thous a bird hovering

I saw on the walls of the city of Thous a bird hovering
before the skull of Kai-Kawous. The bird said to
the skull: Alas! what has become of the noise of thy
glory and the sound of the clarion?


by Emily Dickinson

The mob within the heart

 The mob within the heart
Police cannot suppress
The riot given at the first
Is authorized as peace

Uncertified of scene
Or signified of sound
But growing like a hurricane
In a congenial ground.


by Omar Khayyam

O potter! be attentive, if thou possessest sound reason!

O potter! be attentive, if thou possessest sound reason!
How long wilt thou abase man in moulding his clay? It
is the finger of Feridoun, the hand of Kai-Khosrou which
you thus put upon your wheel.


by Omar Khayyam

They say, when the last trump shall sound its knell,

They say, when the last trump shall sound its knell,
Our Friend will sternly judge, and doom to hell.
Can aught but good from perfect goodness come?
Compose your trembling hearts, 'twill all be well.


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.


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