Poems about brought



You Brought Me Here

Before you came,
I'm on the darkest,
And that you brought a candle,
Lighten up my way.
I'm at the lowest,
And that you brought a ladder,
Asked me to join you at the peak.
I'm on the dirtiest,
And that you brought a broom,
Swept off the filth.
I'm on my own,
And that you brought yourself,
Offered to stay.
All you brought me,
Brought me here.


Author: Ami Bear
Date: 02/04/2020


Sonnet 44 - Beloved, Thou Hast Brought Me Many Flowers


Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here 's ivy! —take them, as I used to do
Thy fowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true,
And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.

beloved,  brought,  flowers,  hast,  sonnet.

Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Date: 29/03/2020


How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;
€Good speed! ” cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;
€Speed! ” echoed the wall to us galloping through;
Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,
And into the midnight we galloped abreast.

Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace
Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place;
I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,
Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right,
Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit,
Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.

€Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near
Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear;
At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see;
At Duffeld, 'twas morning as plain as could be;
And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime,
So Joris broke silence with, “Yet there is time! ”

At Aerschot, up leaped of a sudden the sun,
And against him the cattle stood black every one,
To stare through the mist at us galloping past,
And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last,
With resolute shoulders, each butting away
The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray:

And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back
For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track;
And one eye's black intelligence, —ever that glance
O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance!
And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon
His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.

By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, “Stay spur!
Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her,
We'll remember at Aix”—for one heard the quick wheeze
Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees,
And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank,
As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.

So, we were left galloping, Joris and I,
Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky;
The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh,
€Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff;
Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white,
And “Gallop, ” gasped Joris, “for Aix is in sight! ”

€How they'll greet us! ”—and all in a moment his roan
Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone;
And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight
Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate,
With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim,
And with circles of red for his eye-socket's rim.

Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,
Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,
Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer;
Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good,
Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.

And all I remember is—friends flocking round
As I sat with his head ‘twixt my knees on the ground;
And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine,
As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine,
Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)
Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.

brought,  good,  news.

Author: Robert Browning
Date: 27/03/2020


God brought me an angel to love

Full of life.
Full of love.
God gave you
To me from above,
To be my one
And only true
And loving dove.
Cherisse Powers

angel,  brought,  god,  love.

Author: Cherisse Powers
Date: 25/03/2020


What is it that brought me here?

How many secrets does the ocean have?
Maybe just as many as the mountains.

It's funny how such a vast difference
Can share such similarities as one another.

Because things change overtime doesn't
Mean there wasn't a past.

Only a fool could think they could
Change the ever unchanging.

To watch it go by why thinking
Of how to change what went wrong.

Look to the mountain and it's friend the ocean.
From bottom to top there are many things we
Cannot change as the vastness continues to grow
Much as our questions.


Author: Zachary Patrick Hane
Date: 21/02/2020


And Never Brought To Mind

And after the rain
On a damp city morning,
The January streets are littered with the
Aftermath of celebrations,

Plastic glasses, lost shoes and
Torn down streamers adorn the pavements
Along with copious amounts of lost dignity;

The old has been well and truly bid adieu
And the morning heads of the revellers
Will recall little of the night as they yawn
And suffer their way into the new year...

brought,  mind.

Author: Tom Balch
Date: 10/02/2020


Brought home by blooms

A barely noticeable breeze
Passed by the delicate pear blossom
And along its journey
Caught my nose
The light fresh fragrance
Became the universe
As I closed my eyes
And deeply inhaled --
Behind sunlit lids
My imagination created soft pink petals
Dancing and twirling
Barely attached to the larger twig
Being folded and manipulated
By strong bumble bee legs
As pear blossom pollen
Is gathered for a entitled
And specific queen –
Further along the breezy voyage
The light scent transports me to a feast
Guests grotesquely gorging
On the bounty
Of a delicate pear blossom
Allowed to pass away
And give life to fruit
Harboring seeds
Genetically coded
To create
Delicate pear blossoms
Caught in barely noticeable breezes
Their wafting perfume
Enticing one to
Travel most beautifully –

blooms,  brought.

Author: Sam Temple
Date: 27/01/2020


Brought Me Down

A black hole,
That's all you're gonna know
If you go down this devilish road.

He'll bring you down,
You don't know
What you're going around.

Realizing it will break your heart.
Moving on will not be the hardest part.
It's understanding they were right from the start,
So let it tear you apart.


Author: bluevelvet
Date: 26/01/2020