Short poems pack immense power into a few lines, proving that profound emotion and deep insight don’t always require lengthy verses. These compact masterpieces are perfect for when you need to capture a feeling swiftly, offering wisdom, comfort, or joy in a concise package. Whether you’re seeking short poems about life to inspire, beautiful short … Read more
By Walt Whitman Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,Of the … Read more
By Li Bai My old friend bids farewell at Yellow Crane Tower,In the misty blossoms of March, he goes down to Yangzhou.His lonely sail is a distant shadow on the blue void,Till now I only see the Yangtze River flowing to the edge of the sky.
By Li Bai Before my bed, the moonlight glows,I wonder if it’s frost upon the floor.I raise my head and gaze at the bright moon,I lower my head and think of home.
by Rabindranath Tagore This is my prayer to thee, my lord—strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.Give … Read more
By Mark Twain Warm summer sun,Shine kindly here,Warm southern wind,Blow softly here. Green sod above,Lie light, lie light.Good night, dear heart,Good night, good night.
By Robert Burns An honest man here lies at rest,As e’er God with His image blest;The friend of man, the friend of truth;The friend of age, and guide of youth:Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,Few heads with knowledge so inform’d:If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;If there is none, he made the best … Read more
By Robert Frost When a friend calls to me from the roadAnd slows his horse to a meaning walk,I don’t stand still and look aroundOn all the hills I haven’t hoed,And shout from where I am, What is it?No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,Blade‑end … Read more
By Edward Lear There was an Old Man with a beard,Who said, “It is just as I feared!—Two Owls and a Hen,Four Larks and a Wren,Have all built their nests in my beard!”