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Famous Short Yellow Poems

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

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Yellow | Short Famous Poems and Poets

by Richard Brautigan

Color As Beginning

 Forget love 
I want to die 
in your yellow hair

by Jack Kerouac


 The low yellow
 moon above the
Quiet lamplit house

by Barry Tebb


 Yellow rapeseed

Fields of vision

Whiter than

A shade of pale.

by Mother Goose


Daffy-down-dilly has come to town
In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.

by Emily Dickinson

The Sun and Fog contested

 The Sun and Fog contested
The Government of Day --
The Sun took down his Yellow Whip
And drove the Fog away --

by Emily Dickinson

Of Yellow was the outer Sky

 Of Yellow was the outer Sky
In Yellower Yellow hewn
Till Saffron in Vermilion slid
Whose seam could not be shewn.

by Carl Sandburg


 SAND of the sea runs red
Where the sunset reaches and quivers.
Sand of the sea runs yellow Where the moon slants and wavers.

by Edward Lear

X was King Xerxes


was King Xerxes,
Who wore on his head A mighty large turban,
Green, yellow, and red.


Look at King Xerxes!

by Edward Lear

T was a tortoise


was a tortoise,
All yellow and black:
He walked slowly away,
And he never came back.


Torty never came back!

by Edward Lear

O was an orange


was an orange
So yellow and round:
When it fell off the tree,
It fell down to the ground.


Down to the ground!

by Emily Dickinson

Who is the East?

 Who is the East?
The Yellow Man
Who may be Purple if He can
That carries in the Sun.
Who is the West? The Purple Man Who may be Yellow if He can That lets Him out again.

by Omar Khayyam

And David’s Lips are lockt

And David’s Lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Péhlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine!
Red Wine!”—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.

by Li Po

On Dragon Hill

 Drunk on Dragon Hill tonight,
the banished immortal, Great White,

turns among yellow flowers,
his smile wide,

as his hat sails away on the wind
and he dances away in the moonlight.

by Emily Dickinson

Nature rarer uses Yellow

 Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly Like a Lover's Words.

by Carl Sandburg


 YELLOW dust on a bumble
bee's wing,
Grey lights in a woman's
asking eyes,
Red ruins in the changing
sunset embers:
I take you and pile high
the memories.
Death will break her claws on some I keep.

by Emily Dickinson

A lane of Yellow led the eye

 A lane of Yellow led the eye
Unto a Purple Wood
Whose soft inhabitants to be
Surpasses solitude
If Bird the silence contradict
Or flower presume to show
In that low summer of the West
Impossible to know --

by Emily Dickinson

Lightly stepped a yellow star

 Lightly stepped a yellow star
To its lofty place --
Loosed the Moon her silver hat
From her lustral Face --
All of Evening softly lit
As an Astral Hall --
Father, I observed to Heaven,
You are punctual.

by Emily Dickinson

Ample make this Bed --

 Ample make this Bed --
Make this Bed with Awe --
In it wait till Judgment break
Excellent and Fair.
Be its Mattress straight -- Be its Pillow round -- Let no Sunrise' yellow noise Interrupt this Ground --

by Emily Dickinson

Ample make this bed.

Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise' yellow noise Interrupt this ground.

by Emily Dickinson

The Lightning is a yellow Fork

 The Lightning is a yellow Fork
From Tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropt
The awful Cutlery

Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The Apparatus of the Dark
To ignorance revealed.

by Emily Dickinson

The Lady feeds Her little Bird

 The Lady feeds Her little Bird
At rarer intervals --
The little Bird would not dissent
But meekly recognize

The Gulf between the Hand and Her
And crumbless and afar
And fainting, on Her yellow Knee
Fall softly, and adore --

by Li Po

Farewell to Meng Hao-jan

 I took leave of you, old friend, at the 
Yellow Crane Pavilion; 
In the mist and bloom of March, you went 
down to Yang-chou: 
A lonely sail, distant shades, extinguished by blue-- 
There, at the horizon, where river meets sky.

by Emily Dickinson

A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds

 A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
That threatened it -- did run
And crouched behind his Yellow Door
Was the defiant sun --
Some conflict with those upper friends
So genial in the main
That we deplore peculiarly
Their arrogant campaign --

by Emily Dickinson

The wind drew off

 The wind drew off
Like hungry dogs
Defeated of a bone --
Through fissures in
Volcanic cloud
The yellow lightning shone --
The trees held up
Their mangled limbs
Like animals in pain --
When Nature falls upon herself
Beware an Austrian.

by Li Po

Listening to a Flute in Yellow Crane Pavillion

 I came here a wanderer
thinking of home,
remembering my far away Ch'ang-an.
And then, from deep in Yellow Crane Pavillion, I heard a beautiful bamboo flute play "Falling Plum Blossoms.
" It was late spring in a city by the river.