Best Rouse Poems

O April
how I’ve longed for your return
to breathe new life 
into this gnarled body..
for these roots to be unfettered 
from the grasping earthen frost -...

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O the warmth and the depth of the sun, o’er us,
for the yellows and reds, as they throw their shine
on the maples and oaks and...

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The menace of war in the chaos of life
The peril of ocean when tempests are rife;
The danger of jungle where feral beasts hide
The terror that...

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There’s the tightrope for you to walk, wire walker —

defying the gravity of reality and the reality of gravity
you know damn well he won't catch...

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(In a Lush Garden Somewhere Out There)

The student stands where shifting sands of thought,
Once firm with reason, now elusive truths are sought.
Its splendor wanes, a...

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The rains had come and washed away the old world,
the thunder had banged its drum
with a weary warning ---
' I do not come oft, but...

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Cuckoos hushed, rambling vines and plight.
Hordes of birch, beech, pine, spruce and oak.
Choke of darkness, forcing midnight.
Wax and breadcrumbs children-ditched folks.

Hordes of birch, beech, pine,...

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When doves on evenings, calm and still, call out a hollow tone,
They rouse a medley, old as time, so few have ever known.
The whispered lines...

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Come oh come to harvest home you thankful!
Rouse your tongues for your barns, so big and bountiful;
All grains and gains are safely gathered in with...

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My darling 
I miss you oh so much 
Tears flow like a rampaging river 
Whisper my name like a melody on the breeze 
Being together,...

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I love to watch you wind, 
as you sway the trees and blow
across the fields in a gentle breeze, 
but I wonder where you go.
You...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the...

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At any time that rain comes pouring down
and thunderbolts invade the rumbling sky
I think of Bittner, Hoffman, Brahms or Strauss.
Their music comes to mind to...

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“The crystalline river in her generous curves shines blue amidst the leafy green inviting the soul to contemplation. She is a sanctuary and keeper of...

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It isn’t the big celebrations,
Enormous dinners or huge gifts.
Parties never rouse foundations,
Jamborees or festivals.
It isn’t the life-sized creations,
Who impress kings, rulers or monarchs.

It’s the little...

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