10 Best Famous Short Story Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Short Story poems. This is a select list of the best famous Short Story poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Short Story poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of short story poems.

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From The Short Story A Christmas Dream And How It Came True

by Louisa May Alcott
 From our happy home 
Through the world we roam 
One week in all the year, 
Making winter spring 
With the joy we bring 
For Christmas-tide is here. 

Now the eastern star 
Shines from afar 
To light the poorest home; 
Hearts warmer grow, 
Gifts freely flow, 
For Christmas-tide has come. 

Now gay trees rise 
Before young eyes, 
Abloom with tempting cheer; 
Blithe voices sing, 
And blithe bells ring, 
For Christmas-tide is here. 

Oh, happy chime, 
Oh, blessed time, 
That draws us all so near! 
"Welcome, dear day," 
All creatures say, 
For Christmas-tide is here.

From The Short Story Shadow-Children

by Louisa May Alcott
 Little shadows, little shadows 
Dancing on the chamber wall, 
While I sit beside the hearthstone 
Where the red flames rise and fall. 
Caps and nightgowns, caps and nightgowns, 
My three antic shadows wear; 
And no sound they make in playing, 
For the six small feet are bare. 

Dancing gayly, dancing gayly, 
To and fro all together, 
Like a family of daisies 
Blown about in windy weather; 
Nimble fairies, nimble fairies, 
Playing pranks in the warm glow, 
While I sing the nursery ditties 
Childish phantoms love and know. 

Now what happens, now what happens? 
One small shadow's tumbled down: 
I can see it on the carpet 
Softly rubbing its hurt crown. 
No one whimpers, no one whimpers; 
A brave-hearted sprite is this: 
See! the others offer comfort 
In a silent, shadowy kiss. 

Hush! they're creeping; hush! they're creeping, 
Up about my rocking-chair: 
I can feel their loving fingers 
Clasp my neck and touch my hair. 
Little shadows, little shadows, 
Take me captive, hold me tight, 
As they climb and cling and whisper, 
"Mother dear, good night! good night!"

From The Short Story What The Swallows Did

by Louisa May Alcott
 Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, 
Starting on your autumn flight, 
Pause a moment at my window, 
Twitter softly your good-night; 
For the summer days are over, 
All your duties are well done, 
And the happy homes you builded 
Have grown empty, one by one. 
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, 
Are you ready for your flight? 
Are all the feather cloaks completed? 
Are the little caps all right? 
Are the young wings strong and steady 
For the journey through the sky? 
Come again in early spring-time; 
And till then, good-by, good-by!
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