Poems about drum
But, Were Saved
to him, it would be death
one and one are one
if you remember, and were saved
and now you've littered all the east
till love that was and love too best to be
so soon to be a child no more
i shall but drink the more!
and so i bear it big about
i asked no other thing
some things that fly there be
but, were it two
more hands to hold these are but two
the drums don't follow me with tunes
so short way off it seems
their going is not
But Just The Little Bird Would Not Dissent
the little bird would not dissent
they put me in the closet
but just the primer to a life
it is as if a hundred drums
The Grant To Own It Touch It Touch
just him not me
with just the grant to do
to own it touch it
without a glance my way
the drums don't follow me with tunes
some know him whom we knew
those who begin today
to lives that stand alone
and we we placed the hair
"and i for truth themself are one
include us as they go
the way ourself, must come
to think just how the fire will burn
here to light measure, move the feet
For Doubt, That I Got So I Should
i'll tell thee all how bald it grew
and what itself, will say to me
for doubt, that i should know the sound
i got so i could stir the box
the earth has seemed to me a drum,
nor this behooveth me,
for that was thine, before
if things were opposite and me
they cannot take me any more!
you are sure there's such a person
One Need Not Be Done
continual upon me
as grains upon a shore
one need not be a house
the earth has seemed to me a drum,
himself has but to will
even through them this
to him to live was doom
my need of thee be done
meek let it be too proud for pride
Forever Might Be Short, I Dared Not Open,
i dared not open, lest a face
and told him what i'd like, today,
if joy to put my piece away
when was it can you tell
god does it every day
as you do the sun
the drums don't follow me with tunes
forever might be short, i thought to show
"but i have chosen them!"
don't you know me?
why do they shut me out of heaven?
it struck me every day
it is occasionally
the shapes though were similar
The Advantages It Has, So Long And So
to drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs
but the black spread like black death on the ground,
through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
the advantages it has, so long and narrow,
not yet the little dotted in me seek,
they cannot look in deep,
for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane,
and so we went with pail and can
where someone used to climb and crawl
here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
He Calls On Stone,
they make us cringe for metal-point on stone,
on through the watching for that early birth
to drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs
and tripped the body, shot the spirit on
years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
and the nature of time and space,
the spoils of the dead,
then the rain stopped and the blowing,
kicking his way down through the air to the ground,
he calls on change through the violence of the elements,
with the glittering things,
and the awe passes wonder then,
and the world had found new terms of worth,
more blameless in the sense of being less