Poems about horror
It Would Never Be Common More I Fear
i fear a silent man
that after horror that 'twas us
next one might be the golden touch
to folks in heaven now
it would never be common more i said
include us as they go
when play be done
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
I Could Not See
despair
will not cry with joy "pompeii"!
a pope, or something of that kind!
but, what of that?
i could not see to see
no eye could find the place;
that split their route to the sky
and just before the sun
because he's sunrise and i see
i've known a heaven, like a tent
in such a place, what horror,