Poems begining by G
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Genesis BK V
© Caedmon
(ll. 235-236) "…Eat freely of the fruit of every other tree.
From that one tree refrain. Beware of its fruit. And ye shall
know no dearth of pleasant things."
Globalillusion
© Sukasah Syahdan
all the world's a stage shrinking & life remains a same rendition
without rehearsal whose script is written by no-one except
dimmest reveries which scatter in everyone's mind
Good Bye
© Sukasah Syahdan
Remember the old drunk at your church
who elbowed me on the ribs
and muttered something I undestood not?
You said he meant he wanted to talk to God
I returned his with mine and said "Me too
"
Grace
© Forrest Hamer
This air is flooded with her. I am a boy again, and my mother
and I lie on wet grass, laughing. She startles, turns to
marigolds at my side, saying beautiful, and I can see the red
there is in them.
General John
© William Schwenck Gilbert
The bravest names for fire and flames
And all that mortal durst,
Were GENERAL JOHN and PRIVATE JAMES,
Of the Sixty-seventy-first.
Grandmothers Teaching
© Alfred Austin
``Grandmother dear, you do not know; you have lived the old-world life,
Under the twittering eaves of home, sheltered from storm and strife;
Rocking cradles, and covering jams, knitting socks for baby feet,
Or piecing together lavender bags for keeping the linen sweet:
Daughter, wife, and mother in turn, and each with a blameless breast,
Then saying your prayers when the nightfall came, and quietly dropping to rest.
Gravestone
© Ivan Donn Carswell
But I am not yet dead and yet I rest my head
sweetly on the bare gravestones of great poets,
I am not yet dead though I sleep soundly
in the graveyards with their bones;
Ghazal 5
© Daagh Dehlvi
hansa hansa k shab-e-vasl ashk-bar kiya
tasalliyan mujhe de-de k beqarar kiya
Gray Weather
© Robinson Jeffers
It is true that, older than man and ages to outlast him, the Pacific surf
Still cheerfully pounds the worn granite drum;
General Joubert
© Rudyard Kipling
With those that bred, with those that loosed the strife,
He had no part whose hands were clear of gain;
But subtle, strong, and stubborn, gave his life
To a lost cause, and knew the gift was vain.
Growing Apart
© Ivan Donn Carswell
We knew their names
or thought we did, we knew their faces
from an album of places wed played
in a fabulous lifetime of childhood shared.
Good neighbours
© Ivan Donn Carswell
To my shame Ive been mending fences again
a quaint habit I inherited from my father;
he would rather fix a fence than parley
repair, and that it is where our views diverged.
Gimme n F
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Gimme n F the spruiker cried,
gimme a U and crowd near died,
they knew before he came
to, Whatzat spell? Whatzat spell?
Good Night
© Jane Taylor
Little baby, lay your head
On your pretty cradle-bed;
Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
And the light are gone away;
All the clothes are tucked in tight;
Little baby dear, good night.
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
© William Brighty Rands
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
No doubt you have heard the name before
Was a boy who never would shut a door!
Gold!
© Thomas Hood
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold
Molten, graven, hammered and rolled,
Heavy to get and light to hold,
Grandad And A Pramload Of Clocks
© John Lindley
Wheeling them in,
the yard gate at half-mast
with its ticking hinge,
the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs,
Godspeed
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Outbound, your bark awaits you. Were I one
Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should be
Your favoring trad-wind and consenting sea.
By sail or steed was never love outrun,
