Poems begining by G
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Georgie Porgie
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Bennie's kisses left me cold,
Eddie's made me yearn to die,
Jimmie's made me laugh aloud,-
But Georgie's made me cry.
Goodbye
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
And so goodbye, my love, my dear, and so goodbye,
E'en thus from my sad heart go hence, depart;
Gifts
© James Thomson
GIVE a man a horse he can ride,
Give a man a boat he can sail;
And his rank and wealth, his strength and health,
On sea nor shore shall fail.
Gertrude of Wyoming
© Thomas Campbell
PART IOn Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming!
Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall,
And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring,
Of what thy gentle people did befall;
Garden Street
© Roderic Quinn
LONG and drowsy and white and wide,
Villas and arbours on either side,
Pleasant under the cloudless skies,
Garden Street in the sunlight lies.
God's Graal
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The ark of the Lord of Hosts
Whose name is called by the name of Him
Gulliver
© Sylvia Plath
Over your body the clouds go
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they
God-Seeking
© William Watson
Yet whom thou soughtest I have found at last;
Neither where tempest dims the world below
Nor where the westering daylight reels aghast
In conflagrations of red overthrow:
But where this virgin brooklet silvers past,
And yellowing either bank the king-cups blow.
Golden Dream
© Robert Fuller Murray
Golden dream of summer morn,
By a well-remembered stream
In the land where I was born,
Golden dream!
Good Luck
© Edgar Albert Guest
Good luck! That's all I'm saying, as you sail across the sea;
The best o' luck, in the parting, is the prayer you get from me.
May you never meet a danger that you won't come safely through,
May you never meet a German that can get the best of you;
Oh! A thousand things may happen when a fellow's at the front,
A thousand different mishaps, but here's hoping that they won't.
Growing Old
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Little by little the year grows old,
The red leaves drop from the maple boughs;
The sun grows dim, and the winds blow cold,
Down from the distant arctic seas.
grandeur
© Rg Gregory
loneliness is a state
the lonely cannot reachit carries a grandeur
that doesn't fit intobed-sitters or rejected
ideas - it's the label stuckon the bottle after
girl (three) and the black horse
© Rg Gregory
i want to hold the horse's string
cried the girl (three) stamping her foot
told by adults she was much too young
the black horse stood staring at the wall
gentlemen lift the sea
© Rg Gregory
gentlemen rape air with water
let the submarine nose round the moon
and aeroplane astonished
break wind in the vaults between
the antelope ecstatic on the ocean bed
and the constellations of live crabs
Going Back to School
© Stephen Vincent Benet
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past
And all the grey waves flamed to red again
At the dead sun's last glimmer. Far and vast
The Sausalito lights burned suddenly
Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright
As the blank windows set in glaring brick,
When the wind strengthens from the sea -- and night
Drops like a fog and makes the breath come thick;
Go, ill-sped book
© John Berryman
Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her or
storm out the message for her only ear
that she is beautiful.
Mention sunsets, be not silent of her eyes
and mouth and other prospects, praise her size,
say her figure is full.
Greater Love
© Wilfred Owen
Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!
