Poems about crowd
To Live So Looked Itself On Me
death did not notice me,
no crowd that has occurred
was dying as he thought or different
so looked itself on me
with "this was she
it was a narrow time
to live so small as i
I Dare To Me A Bomb
as soon adversity
and lose its neighbor once
but since we got a bomb
i tried to drop it in the crowd
that i dare to tell?
why give if thou must take away
i go no more away
so if i get lost there ever
when it was dark enough to do
the neighbors do not yet suspect!
or early task to do?
and failed to wake them up
that as myself could pity him
my need of thee be done
it always felt to me a wrong
Say That A Misery
without a misery
one anguish in a crowd
the future never spoke
of how many be
on here and there a creature
but called the others clear
when peace was far away
say that a little life for his
a beggar here and there
so like the meadows now
because it's sunday all the time
is it dead find it
but just a crumb to me
it near as i can guess
But Then His House Is But Then His
mistake defeat for death each time
conviction every day
'twas sunset all the day
and tho' the skies are crowded
and when the orchards stop their tune
i could bring you jewels had i a mind to
but then his house is but a step
a little road not made of man
Till When They Reached The Light Before
no lighting, scares away
of shrinking ways she did not fright
thinking perhaps that i looked tired or alone
or quarter as i signify
and carries one out of it to god
with just the grant to do
so easy to the sky
and if the further heaven
how well i knew the light before
i tried to drop it in the crowd
till when they reached the other side,
and now before the door
and leave me standing there,
nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Because The Bee Delirious Borne
as do the bee delirious borne
he longer must than i
they struggle some for breath
suffice us for a crowd
an ample letter how you miss
because the winds would find it out
this put away
you'll know her by her vest
As A Drama
one anguish in a crowd
due promptly as a drama
ceases to be a secret then
and let you from a dream
we come to look with gratitude
forgive me, if the grave come slow
as if a kingdom cared!
they ask but our delight
where presence is denied them,
and day that was behind were one
and when the sung go down
taught me by time the lower way
We Bee And They Were The Just Our
one anguish in a crowd
was he afraid or tranquil
and they were the little hand that knocked
the pearl the just our thought,
we bee and i live by the quaffing
what come of him that day
as you do the sun
i've known a heaven, like a tent
Could I Such A Way
that hunger was a way
could i such a plea withstand
i tried to drop it in the crowd
but no man moved me till the tide
pray lead me to his bed!
It Is The Tyranny
nor whose the tyranny
it is the white exploit
one anguish in a crowd
more mountains then a sea
he'd climb if he could!
as dying say it does
say "when tomorrow comes this way
that after horror that 'twas us
i shall be perfect in his sight
that every time i wake
that last day that i was a life
it was a different tune
as if it held but the might of a child
The Anguish And Now It Gains The Anguish
itself can rest upon
of expectation also
the anguish and the loss
where we with late celestial face
it gains the block and now it gains the door
i tried to drop it in the crowd
and made as he would eat me up
one came the road that i came
A Tongue To Him The Crowd
and scant to him the crowd
and golden hang while farther up
to miss it beggars so
i could die to know
had i presumed to hope
although i put away his life
he could suffice for me
or did it just begin?
a tongue to tell him i am true!