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Famous Short Write Poems. Short Write Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Matsuo Basho

When the winter chrysanthemums go

 When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
 but radishes.


by Robert Herrick

WRITING

 When words we want, Love teacheth to indite;
And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.


by Dorothy Parker

For A Sad Lady

 And let her loves, when she is dead,
Write this above her bones:
"No more she lives to give us bread
Who asked her only stones.
"


by Dorothy Parker

Walter Savage Landor

 Upon the work of Walter Landor
I am unfit to write with candor.
If you can read it, well and good; But as for me, I never could.


by Edward Lear

I was an inkstand

I

was an inkstand,
Which stood on a table,
With a nice pen to write with
When we are able.

i!

Neat little inkstand!


by Walt Whitman

Pensive and Faltering.

 PENSIVE and faltering, 
The words, the dead, I write; 
For living are the Dead; 
(Haply the only living, only real, 
And I the apparition—I the spectre.
) 5


by Walt Whitman

Pensive and Faltering.

 PENSIVE and faltering, 
The words, the dead, I write; 
For living are the Dead; 
(Haply the only living, only real, 
And I the apparition—I the spectre.
) 5


by Walt Whitman

Pensive and Faltering.

 PENSIVE and faltering, 
The words, the dead, I write; 
For living are the Dead; 
(Haply the only living, only real, 
And I the apparition—I the spectre.
) 5


by Edna St Vincent Millay

Memorial To D.C.

 (Vassar College, 1918)

O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats,
Where now no more the music is,
With hands that wrote you little notes
I write you little elegies!


by Richard Brautigan

December 30

 At 1:30 in the morning a fart 
smells like a marriage between
an avocado and a fish head.
I have to get out of bed to write this down without my glasses on.


by Ellis Parker Butler

To May

 I have no heart to write verses to May;
 I have no heart—yet I’m cheerful today;
I have no heart—she has won mine away
 So—I have no heart to write verses to May.


by Charles Bukowski

Poetry

 it
takes
a lot of 
desperation 
dissatisfaction 
and 
disillusion 
to 
write 
a 
few
good
poems.
it's not for everybody either to write it or even to read it.


by Ezra Pound

Notes for Canto CXX

 I have tried to write Paradise

Do not move
Let the wind speak
that is paradise.
Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.


by Ellis Parker Butler

Valentine To The Girl In Black

 In hand I take this pen of mine
To write you, sweet, a valentine;
I’d take your dainty hand instead,
But—you’re a drawing—I am wed—
And that is why, you understand,
I only take my pen in hand.


by Mother Goose

Around The Green Gravel


Around the green gravel the grass grows green,
And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,
And write their names with a pen and ink.


by Emily Dickinson

All the letters I can write

 All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this --
Syllables of Velvet --
Sentences of Plush,
Depths of Ruby, undrained,
Hid, Lip, for Thee --
Play it were a Humming Bird --
And just sipped -- me --


by Shel Silverstein

The Toucan

 Tell me who can
Catch a toucan?
Lou can.
Just how few can Ride the toucan? Two can.
What kind of goo can Stick you to the toucan? Glue can.
Who can write some More about the toucan? You can!


by Stephen Crane

Many red devils ran from my heart

 Many red devils ran from my heart
And out upon the page,
They were so tiny
The pen could mash them.
And many struggled in the ink.
It was strange To write in this red muck Of things from my heart.


by Sir Walter Raleigh

On Being Challenged to Write an Epigram in the Manner of Herrick

 To Griggs, that learned man, in many a bygone session, 
His kids were his delight, and physics his profession;
Now Griggs, grown old and glum, and less intent on knowledge,
Physics himself at home, and sends his kids to college.


by Ben Jonson

To All, To Whom I Write


IX.
 ? TO ALL TO WHOM I WRITE.
  
May none whose scatter'd names honor my book,
For strict degrees of rank or title look :
'Tis 'gainst the manners of an epigram ;
And I a poet here, no herald am.


by Robert Herrick

TO ROBIN RED-BREAST

 Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be
With leaves and moss-work for to cover me;
And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter,
Sing thou my dirge, sweet-warbling chorister!
For epitaph, in foliage, next write this:
HERE, HERE THE TOMB OF ROBIN HERRICK IS!


by Emily Dickinson

You love the Lord -- you cannot see

 You love the Lord -- you cannot see --
You write Him -- every day --
A little note -- when you awake --
And further in the Day.
An Ample Letter -- How you miss -- And would delight to see -- But then His House -- is but a Step -- And Mine's -- in Heaven -- You see.


by Walter Savage Landor

Well I Remember How You Smiled

 Well I remember how you smiled
To see me write your name upon
The soft sea-sand .
.
.
"O! what a child! You think you're writing upon stone!" I have since written what no tide Shall ever wash away, what men Unborn shall read o'er ocean wide And find Ianthe's name again.


by Ruth Stone

So What

For me the great truths are laced with hysteria.
How many Einsteins can we tolerate? I leap into the uncertainty principle.
After so many smears, you want to wash it off with a laugh.
Ha ha, you say.
So what if it's a meltdown? Last lines to poems I will write immediately.


by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Child Is Father To The Man

 'The child is father to the man.
' How can he be? The words are wild.
Suck any sense from that who can: 'The child is father to the man.
' No; what the poet did write ran, 'The man is father to the child.
' 'The child is father to the man!' How can he be? The words are wild.


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