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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 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

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by Richard Brautigan

Color As Beginning

 Forget love 
I want to die 
in your yellow hair


by Jack Kerouac

Haiku

 The low yellow
 moon above the
Quiet lamplit house


by Barry Tebb

TEXTPOEM

 Yellow rapeseed

Fields of vision

Whiter than

A shade of pale.


by Mother Goose

Daffodils


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

Flux

 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

X

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

x!

Look at King Xerxes!


by Edward Lear

T was a tortoise

T

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

t

Torty never came back!


by Edward Lear

O was an orange

O

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

o

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 Omar Khayyam

Keep from the trouble and vexation of aiming to acquire

Keep from the trouble and vexation of aiming to acquire
white silver or yellow gold. Eat with thy friend,
ere thy warm breath be cooled, for after thee come enemies
who will eat thee.


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 Omar Khayyam

O my companions! pour me some wine and thus

O my companions! pour me some wine and thus
change my face, from yellow as amber, to the color of
the ruby. When I am dead, lave me in wine, and of
the wood of the vine make my coffin and bier.


by Omar Khayyam

To-day the season smiles; 'tis neither hot nor cold. The

To-day the season smiles; 'tis neither hot nor cold. The
clouds have washed away the dust which dimmed the
roses; and nightingales seem whispering to the yellow
flowers that wine is balm for all.


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

Troths

 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

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

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 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.


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