Poems about kiss
Some Kiss It
the missing all prevented me
the distance would not haunt me so
and every time i speak for him
i should not fear the foe then
i only must not change so fair
i know it, by the numb look
lie between them now,
some touch it, and some kiss it
and put a flower on it
to any happy flower,
heaven to us, if true,
and would delight to see
anonymous delight to know
she'd pass for barehead short way off
perhaps i couldn't
I Shall Not Feel At Home I Take
without that forcing, in my breath
late when i take my place in summer
i shall not feel at home i know
i cannot climb thee
until he let you in!
knows how to forget!
i mention it to you,
i could suffice for him, i knew
i should not fear the foe then
myself can own the key
and helps us to forget
some touch it, and some kiss it
with those same boots of lead, again,
to gain it, men have borne
Kiss The Offer Of Him That Day
tell all the truth but tell it slant
savior! i've no one else to tell
his own would fall so more
it take the tale for true
what come of him that day
had he the offer of
and kiss the hills for me, just once;
and such a wagon! while i live
When This World Sets Further Back
for fear i hear her say
would but some god inform him
they put us far apart
and when this world sets further back
need once in an eternity
that if the spirit like to hide
but when the news be ripe
some touch it, and some kiss it
the dying need but little, dear,
a day when it was not,
when it begun or if there were
why heaven did not break away
savior! i've no one else to tell
i recollect it how still
and he will tell you skill is late
That One, To Be Standing Here
forgive them even as myself
i shall know why when time is over
that there be standing here
that i could ascertain
we will not drop the dirk
let's play those never come!
i go to elsewhere go no more
some touch it, and some kiss it
what, when the rose is ripe
that is covered too
and mockery was still
the blind esteem it be
that one, to be quite sure
that you never do it
The Syntax
why do they shut me out of heaven?
that certain as it comes
the thought to be alive
say if it's really warm at noon
i had not had but for yourself
neither place need i present him
but were it told to me today
tell him i only said the syntax
but tell him that it ceased to feel
that when i could not find it
tell him just how the fingers hurried
some touch it, and some kiss it
so foreign to my own,
the love, tho', will array me right
and leave me just my a b c,