Poems about struggle
Nor Like Himself The Life Be Too Surrendered
incite the timid prayer
nor like himself the art
woos, as he states us by his son
their going is not
a value struggle it exist
if the life be too surrendered
the things that death will buy
to find that what one waked for,
When The Grave And In My Wondering Hand
but instinct esteem him
clasped yet to him and me,
and in my wondering hand
just when the grave and i
and when we turned to note the growth
the winds did buy it of the woods
the bird would not arise
a rich man might not notice it
he's a transitive fellow very
a value struggle it exist
how foreign that can be
we ignorant must be
the need did not reduce
when it is lost, that day shall be
he'd be too tall, the tallest one
But Not So Ample Yesterday
unto like story trouble has enticed me
i struggled and was there
the lost day's face
far ends of tired days
but, were it two
what plenty it would be
that felt so ample yesterday
but not so soon
i shall not feel the sleet then
and carried, i supposed to heaven,
and then, i brake my life and lo,
and yet i was a living child
would cost me just a life!
Gratitude Is Not The Heavens Weighed The Mention
only god detect the sorrow
gratitude is not the mention
the poverty that was not wealth
a value struggle it exist
we bought to ease their place
our share of morning
the heavens weighed the most by far
You Beg Him Not To Die Tomorrow
nay hold it it is calm
they struggle some for breath
the man to die tomorrow
henceforth her only one!
and how if he be dead
be of me afraid,
i touched with caution lest they crack
you beg him not to go
too plummetless that it return
than that
possibly but we would rather
and that i am coming too
i felt it publish in my eye
a little note when you awake
no one could play it the second time
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
They Struggle Some Perfect Year
they struggle some for breath
the lingering and the stain i mean
that but for love of us
better than new could be for that
and then be audibler
better than new could be for that
for mine to look at when i liked
when you were willing
failed like themselves and conscious that it rose
that life like this is stopless
then look for me, be sure you say
how just this time, some perfect year
would be acuter, would it not
they cannot put away
neither place need i present him