10 Best Famous Not Real Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Not Real poems. This is a select list of the best famous Not Real poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Not Real poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of not real poems.

• All Famous Not Real Poems

 In a dream I returned to the river of bees
Five orange trees by the bridge and
Beside two mills my house
Into whose courtyard a blind man followed
The goats and stood singing
Of what was older

Soon it will be fifteen years

He was old he will have fallen into his eyes

I took my eyes
A long way to the calenders
Room after room asking how shall I live

One of the ends is made of streets
One man processions carry through it
Empty bottles their
Images of hope
It was offered to me by name

Once once and once
In the same city I was born
Asking what shall I say

He will have fallen into his mouth
Men think they are better than grass

I return to his voice rising like a forkful of hay

He was old he is not real nothing is real
Nor the noise of death drawing water

We are the echo of the future

On the door it says what to do to survive
But we were not born to survive
Only to live

 The little lives of earth and form,
Of finding food, and keeping warm,
 Are not like ours, and yet
A kinship lingers nonetheless:
We hanker for the homeliness
 Of den, and hole, and set.

And this identity we feel
- Perhaps not right, perhaps not real -
 Will link us constantly;
I see the rock, the clay, the chalk,
The flattened grass, the swaying stalk,
 And it is you I see.

I do not know what truth the false untruth

Of this sad sense of the seen world may own,

Or if this flowered plant bears also a fruit

Unto the true reality unknown.

But as the rainbow, neither earth's nor sky's,

Stands in the dripping freshness of lulled rain,

A hope, not real yet not fancy's, lies

Athwart the moment of our ceasing pain.

Somehow, since pain is felt yet felt as ill,

Hope hath a better warrant than being hoped;

Since pain is felt as aught we should not feel

Man hath a Nature's reason for having groped,

Since Time was Time and age and grief his measures,

Towards a better shelter than Time's pleasures.