Emily Dickinson Most Famous Poems | Emily Dickinson Poems Short

10 Most Famous Poems by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson Most Famous Poems | Emily Dickinson Short Poems

I'm nobody! Who are you? - Emily Dickinson

I Am Nobody! Who Are You?

Are you nobody, too?

Then there's a pair of us_don't tell!

They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!

How public, like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring bog! - Emily Dickinson

Short Poems by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And Sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all. - Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson Short Poems About Love

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain.

Our help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain. - Emily Dickinson

Famous Poem of Emily Dickinson

I measure every grief 

I meet with narrow, probing, eyes;

I wonder if it weighs like

Mine, or has an easier size. - Emily Dickinson

Short Poem of Emily Dickinson 

Tell all the truth but tell it slant–

Success in circuit lies too bright

for our infirm delight. 

The truth’s superb surprise. 

As lightning to the children eased 

with explanation kind. The truth must 

dazzle gradually Or every man be blind–

- Emily Dickinson

Best Poem by Emily Dickinson

I know nothing in the world

that has as much power as a world.

Sometimes I write, one and i

look at it until it begins to shine. - Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson Famous Short Poems

The poets light but lamps–

Themselves–go out–

The wicks they stimulate–

If vital light.

Inhere as do the suns–

Each age a lens

Disseminating their


- Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson Most Famous Poem

The Spirit is the Conscious Ear.

We actually Hear

When We inspect - that’s audible-

That is admitted- here -

For other Services- such as Sound -

There hangs a Smaller Ear

Outside the castle- that contains -

The other- only - Hear-

- Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson Poem Nature

May - Flower

Pink, small, and punctual, aromatic,

low, convert in april, candid in may,

Dear to the moss, Known by the knoll,

Next to the robin, In every human soul. 

Bold little beauty, Bedecked with thee,

Nature forswears antiquity. - Emily Dickinson

To Make A Prairie Poems by Emily Dickinson

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,

One clover, and a bee, and revery.

The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

- Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson Poems Short

Wild nights - Wild nights!

Were I with thee

Wild nights should be

Our luxury!

Futile - the winds -

To a Heart in port -

Done with the Compass -

Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -

Ah - the Sea!

Might I but moor - tonight -

In thee!

Because I could not stop for Death Poem

Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me.

The carriage held but just ourselves

And immortality.

We passed the school where children played,

Their laughter filled the air.

We drove beyond the fields of grain,

Where farmers toiled with care.

We paused beside the setting sun,

Its warmth upon our face.

We watched it sink beyond the hills,

In its eternal grace.

Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me.

He took me on a journey grand,

A voyage to eternity.

We traveled through the starlit night,

With moon as our guide.

The galaxies stretched out before us,

In all their splendor wide.

We soared through realms of dreams and hopes,

Where time had lost its hold.

No mortal worries, no earthly bounds,

Just wonders to unfold.

Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me.

And as we reached the end of time,

He whispered, "You are free."

I stepped out of the carriage then,

Into a realm unknown.

But Death had been a gentle guide,

A friend I'd always known.

For in the end, Death is not the end,

But a passage to the unknown.

A journey we all must undertake,

When our mortal ties are blown.

So fear not Death's beckoning call,

Embrace it with no dread.

For in its grasp, we find release,

And peace for souls once fed.

by - Emily Dickinson

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