20 Examples of Short Poems

Poems

The poem It is a literary composition that is written in verse and belongs to the genre of the poetry. The central objective of poetry is to highlight the beauty of language and move, through words, the reader.

Poems are usually written in verse (unlike narrative texts, which are written in prose) and may or may not follow the rules of meter and rhyme (assonant or consonant).

Poetry is considered the freest literary form, polysemic and varied of all. Romantic poetry addressed feelings such as love or melancholy. Today it is not considered to address a particular topic but can cover different topics of everyday life.

The length of the poems can also be very varied, from long poetic compositions (divided or not into songs and stanzas), to very brief constructions that bet on the condensation of meaning, such as haiku Oriental.

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Examples of short poems

1. No titleby Juan Gelman (Argentina)

You are my only word:
I dont know your name.

1. Dedicationby Luis Alberto Cuenca (Spain)

The land was dry.
There were no rivers or fountains.
And it sprouted from your eyes
the water, all the water.

1. No title, by Antonio Martínez Sarrión (Spain)

Not a little I got.
I lost everything.

1. Futureby Alejandra Pizarnik (Argentina)

They tell me
you have life ahead
but I look
and I don't see anything.

1. I prayby Alejandra Pizarnik (Argentina)

Little poem
don't run away from me
do not build abysses
between my soul and you.

1. Le regret d’un fauneby Francisco Castaño (Spain)

There is nothing more beautiful
what a beautiful woman
oblivious to her beauty.
If that were possible.

1. Eternal loveby Rubén Darío (Nicaragua)

The sun will be able to cloud forever;
The sea can dry up in an instant;
The axis of the earth may be broken
Like a weak crystal.
Everything will happen! May death
cover me with his funereal crepe;
But it can never be turned off in me
The flame of your love.

1. Cultivate a white rose, by José Martí (Cuba)

Cultivate a white rose
in June as in January
For the honest friend
who gives me his frank hand

And for the cruel that tears me away
the heart with which I live,
Thistle or nettle cultivation;
I grow the white rose.

1. Caribbean, by Alejandro Castro (Venezuela)

Of all the monuments
man-made
my favorite is the sea.

1. Your nameby Octavio Paz (Mexico)

It is born from me, from my shadow,
dawns on my skin,
dawn of sleepy light.

Brave dove your name,
shy on my shoulder.

1. SAWby Raúl Zurita (Chile)

Chile is far away and it's a lie
It's not true that we ever got engaged
the fields are mirages
and only ashes remain from public places
but although almost everything is a lie
I know that one day, whole Chile
will get up just to see you
and although nothing exists, my eyes will see you ...

1. Exileby Luis Cernuda (Spain)

Before the tightly closed doors,
On a river of oblivion, the old song goes.
A light away thinks
Like through a sky.
Everyone sleeps
As he carries his destiny alone.

Fatigue of being alive, of being dead,
With cold instead of blood
With cold that smiles insinuating
On the dead sidewalks.

The night leaves him and the dawn finds him,
Following in his footsteps the shadow tenaciously.

1. In the ear of a girlby Federico García Lorca (Spain)

I did not want.
I didn't want to tell you anything.

I saw in your eyes
two crazy little trees.
Of breeze, of laughter and of gold.
They wiggled.
I did not want.
I didn't want to tell you anything.

1. Metaphorsby Silvia Plath (USA)

Guess me: nine syllables
I have, elephant, big house,
melon with only two tentacles. O fruit, ivory, fine wood!
New money in this bag.
I am half, scene, pregnant cow.
I ate a lot of green apples.
Nobody gets off the train I'm on.

1. Even the meatby José Saramago (Portugal)

Others will say other reasons in verse,
Who knows if more useful, more urgent.
This one did not change his nature,
Suspended between two negations.
Now invent art and fashion
To join chance and certainty,
Whether or not he takes his whole life with it.
Like someone who bites his severed nails.

1. The sick rose, William Blake (England)

You are sick, oh rose!
The invisible worm
that flies at night
in the howling of the wind,

your bed discovered
of scarlet joy,
and his dark and secret love
consume your life.

1. Oh yeahby Charles Bukowski (USA)

There are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
realize it
and more often
when this happens
It's too late
and there is nothing worse
what
too late.

1. My faith, Pedro Salinas (Spain)

I don't trust the rose
of paper,
so many times that I did it
me with my hands.

I don't trust the other
true rose,
daughter of the sun and seasoning,
the bride of the wind.

Of you that I never made you
of you that they never made you,
I trust you, round
random insurance.

1. Sometimes it seems to meby Roberto Juarroz (Argentina)

Sometimes it seems to me
that we are in the center
from the party
However
in the center of the party
no one
In the center of the party
there is emptiness
But in the center of the void
there is another party.

1. Waste, by Rafael Cadenas (Venezuela)

It is tough to have spent days, months, years defending yourself without knowing from whom.
I am reluctant not to be able to see the face of the besieger.
I am reluctant to ignore what devastates us.

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