This is my favorite poem of all, it's short...but it has a lot of meaning in it.

Island
by Langston Hughes

Wave of sorrow,
Do not drown me now:

I see the island
still ahead somehow.

I see the island
And its sands are fair:

Wave of sorrow,
Take me there


Going for Water

by Robert Frost - 1913
The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.

We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.

But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.

Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.

A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fail that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

Japanese Death Poetry

Basho
On a journey, ill:
my dream goes wondering
over withered fields

Gika
I leapt from depths
of debt into the skies:
autumn of the dragon

Isah
The autumn hues
of knotweed seem
like cups of wine

Ippy
Falling in the wind
a gust
of evergreen leaves.

Oranges
by Gary Soto

The first time I walked
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighed down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather.
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
with rouge. I smiled,
Touched ehr shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used-car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,
Until we were breathing
Before a drugstore. We
Entered, the tiny bell
Bringing a saleslady
Down a narrow aisle of goods.
I turned to the candies
Tiered like bleachers,
And asked what she wanted-
Light in her eyes, a smile
Starting at the corners
Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickel in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That cost a dime, I took the nickel from
My pocket, then an orange,
And set them quietly on
The counter. When I looked up,
The lady's eyes met mine,
And held them, knowing
Very well what it was all
About.