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

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by Matsuo Basho

The squid sellers call

 The squid seller's call
mingles with the voice
 of the cuckoo.

by Robert Herrick


 Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing
To th' lute or viol, then 'tis ravishing.

by Emily Dickinson

Confirming All who analyze

 Confirming All who analyze
In the Opinion fair
That Eloquence is when the Heart
Has not a Voice to spare --

by Emily Dickinson

Silence is all we dread.

 Silence is all we dread.
There's Ransom in a Voice -- But Silence is Infinity.
Himself have not a face.

by Robert Frost

A Question

 A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson


THOUGH love repine and reason chafe  
There came a voice without reply ¡ª 
'T is man's perdition to be safe, 
When for the truth he ought to die.

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


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.

by Henry Van Dyke

To Julia Marlowe

 Long had I loved this "Attic shape," the brede 
Of marble maidens round this urn divine:
But when your golden voice began to read,
The empty urn was filled with Chian wine.

by Robert Herrick


 O earth! earth! earth! hear thou my voice, and be
Loving and gentle for to cover me!
Banish'd from thee I live;--ne'er to return,
Unless thou giv'st my small remains an urn.

by Wanda Phipps

Morning Poem #6

 groggy voice
hangover head
phone rongs
work call
money writing
muddled thoughts
adrenaline rush
hands clutch
power book
pauses comerapid doubts
make calls
take notes
ming push
fear waits

by Robert Herrick

On Julias Voice

 So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, 
As, could they hear, the Damned would make no noise, 
But listen to thee (walking in thy chamber) 
melting melodious words to Lutes of Amber.

by James Joyce

Because Your Voice Was at My Side

 Because your voice was at my side 
I gave him pain, 
Because within my hand I held 
Your hand again.
There is no word nor any sign Can make amend -- - He is a stranger to me now Who was my friend.

by Stephen Crane

I walked in a desert

 I walked in a desert.
And I cried, "Ah, God, take me from this place!" A voice said, "It is no desert.
" I cried, "Well, But -- The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon.
" A voice said, "It is no desert.

by Mahmoud Darwish

A Lover From Palestine

 Her eyes are Palestinian
Her name is Palestinian
Her dress and sorrow Palestinian
Her kerchief, her feet and body Palestinian
Her words and silence Palestinian
Her voice Palestinian
Her birth and her death Palestinian

by Walt Whitman

As Adam Early in the Morning.

 AS Adam, early in the morning, 
Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep; 
Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach, 
Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass; 
Be not afraid of my Body.

by Emily Dickinson

If those I loved were lost

 If those I loved were lost
The Crier's voice would tell me --
If those I loved were found
The bells of Ghent would ring --

Did those I loved repose
The Daisy would impel me.
Philip -- when bewildered Bore his riddle in!

by Emily Dickinson

A South Wind -- has a pathos

 A South Wind -- has a pathos
Of individual Voice --
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant's address.
A Hint of Ports and Peoples -- And much not understood -- The fairer -- for the farness -- And for the foreignhood.

by Emily Dickinson

His voice decrepit was with Joy --

 His voice decrepit was with Joy --
Her words did totter so
How old the News of Love must be
To make Lips elderly
That purled a moment since with Glee --
Is it Delight or Woe --
Or Terror -- that do decorate
This livid interview --

by Donald Hall

White Apples

 when my father had been dead a week
I woke with his voice in my ear 
I sat up in bed

and held my breath
and stared at the pale closed door

white apples and the taste of stone

if he called again
I would put on my coat and galoshes

by Emily Dickinson

The Jay his Castanet has struck

 The Jay his Castanet has struck
Put on your muff for Winter
The Tippet that ignores his voice
Is impudent to nature

Of Swarthy Days he is the close
His Lotus is a chestnut
The Cricket drops a sable line
No more from yours at present

by Federico García Lorca


I go down the street
Grotesque, without solution
With the sadness of Cyrano
And Quixote.
Redeeming Infinite impossiblities With the rhythm of the clock.
(The captive voice, far away.
Put on a cricket' clothes.

by Emily Dickinson

The Voice that stands for Floods to me

 The Voice that stands for Floods to me
Is sterile borne to some --
The Face that makes the Morning mean
Glows impotent on them --

What difference in Substance lies
That what is Sum to me
By other Financiers be deemed
Exclusive Property!

by George William Russell

The Voice of the Sea

 THE SEA was hoary, hoary,
Beating on rock and cave:
The winds were white and weeping
With foam dust of the wave.
They thundered louder, louder, With storm-lips curled in scorn— And dost thou tremble before us, O fallen star of morn?

by Dorothy Parker


 Into love and out again,
Thus I went, and thus I go.
Spare your voice, and hold your pen- Well and bitterly I know All the songs were ever sung, All the words were ever said; Could it be, when I was young, Some one dropped me on my head?