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Best Very Short Poems.

Maximum meaning in six lines or fewer

14 poems

Compression is this poet’s native mode. These poems—none longer than six lines—prove that brevity is not a limitation but a discipline. Each one lands like a held breath released: a stethoscope becomes a musical instrument, a trail disappears and takes fear with it, a tree asks for nothing but your attention. Read them slowly. They are small on purpose.

NO. 001 / 2019

The Trail Turned

A trail dissolves and takes fear with it. The unknown becomes relief, not threat.

NO. 002 / 2019

Feathers Fly

Minimalism taken to its limit. Two images, one upward motion, nothing wasted.

NO. 003 / 2024

To

Health personified as sovereign. Four spare words and one act of reverence.

NO. 004 / 2019

The Moment We

Parallel structure equates death with the end of curiosity. A stark, two-line ultimatum.

NO. 005 / 2019

My nose it smells

Gratitude addressed directly to a tree. The senses grounded in morning air and personification.

NO. 006 / 2019

The raven caws

Haiku-like compression set in Yosemite winter. A raven's breath melts the landscape in three images.

NO. 007 / 2019

Melon pan

Melon pan above Tokyo -- a Japanese sweet bread becomes a snapshot of contentment. Place and taste in three lines.

NO. 008 / 2024

CAT scan --

Medical imaging meets wordplay. The CAT scan yields data, not the animal its name suggests.

NO. 009 / 2019

Don't waste it away

Brevity as emphasis. Two lines, one rhyme, zero room for procrastination.

NO. 010 / 2019

Flower fell

Reversal of expectation. A blossom falls from its branch and glows brighter among the rocks.

NO. 011 / 2024

With A Stethoscope

A haiku bridging medicine and music. The stethoscope becomes an instrument.

NO. 012 / 2019

Small you are

Four quick lines that find wonder on the vine. Smallness recast as radiance, not limitation.

NO. 013 / 2019

Hello leaves

Apostrophe turns a tree into a conversation partner. Gratitude at its most unguarded.

NO. 014 / 2019

And so I sit

Creek water and thought made parallel. Stillness of body unlocks movement of mind.