Poems about gem
Not On A Gem!
in dreams i see them rise,
to keep the dark away,
when it goes, 't is like the distance
how better, than a gem!
now, do you doubt that your bird was true?
they're here, though; not a creature failed
remind him, would it not, somewhat
and made as he would eat me up
and leave me standing there,
he had not on a crown indeed,
if you would like to borrow,
but swear, and i will let you by,
not yet, our eyes can see
you could hear the bodice tug, behind you
and back it slid and i alone
That The Worst, Is Easy In A Creature
defeat means nothing but defeat,
because she breathed against
could behold so far a creature
itself can rest upon
tell that the worst, is easy in a moment
to see that none is due?
that does not blur my gem!
That You Would Like To Tell Me Why
some know him whom we knew
but death had told her so the first
nor ever turn to tell me why
if you would like to borrow,
you'd scarce recognize him!
how better, than a gem!
when it is found, a few rejoice
that you so late "consider" me
you'll know her by her voice
A Bird
bereavement in their death to feel
the first day that i was a life
my friend must be a bird
that this way thou could'st notice me
the day that i shall go
and a hoarse "get out of the way, i say,"
but there's the "judgement day"!
and after that there's heaven
most like their glory show
My Best Was Gone To Wait In Any
how sick to wait in any place but thine
neither if he visit other
and then it doesn't stay
and yet existence some way back
my best was gone to sleep
just to be poor for barefoot vision
to him of adequate desire
to keep the other still
but just the names, of gems
before the world be green
the day that was before
was that she might
Grave Saints Stole Out To See Us But
with him remain who unto me
grave saints stole out to look at me
did they come back no more?
how well i knew the light before
i kept it in my hand
instead i'll say of gem
i guess
i'll tell you how the sun rose,
i can't tell you but you feel it
no fear you'll miss the road,
we go no further with the dust
so not to see us but they say
But Since
death leaves us homesick, who behind,
uncertain if myself, or he,
nor had i time to love, but since
but if he ask where you are hid
when i have lost, you'll know by this
i only must not change so fair
and then it doesn't stay
when it goes, 't is like the distance
ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture,
how better, than a gem!
a pope, or something of that kind!
she's happy, with a new content
for that last onset, when the king
we passed the setting sun,
Scared The River;
its two banks have not shut upon the river;
and show on the water its crystal teeth,
and on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow,
like a limp rose-wreath in a fairy dance,
and in conjunction giving quite a spread,
and a hush falls for all acclaim,
yet not enough, a bullet through and through,
the roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;
in clomping off; and scared the outer night,
at broken windows flew out and in,
in summertime with a witching wand,
and a gem-flower waved in a wand!
To Their Separation,
we didn't change without some sacrifice,
with womenfolk, we could have some arrangement
here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
to leap the dusty deadline, for my own
see nothing worthy to have been its mark,
but yield who will to their separation,
she seemed to think that two thus they were safe,
but if it had to perish twice,
to pick where none could miss them