Stile Poems - Poems about Stile

... Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happened this way Upon the stile I lent my arms, Closing my eyes for a while It often happened this way Deep in my mind's eye A vision,cl......Read the rest...

...Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happened this way Upon the stile I lent my arms, Closing my eyes for a while It often happened this way Deep in my mind's eye A vision,clear ......Read the rest...

... 'I saw the Lord He we high&lifted up And rightfully adored I saw the Lord And He saw me' ******************************** *THE HAPPENING* Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happen......Read the rest...

...When I was 9 years old, we moved to the countryside My playground was the lush green fields covered in buttercups Where sheep and cow grazed free And when I climbed the stile and ran down to the r......Read the rest...

...When I was 9 years old, we moved to the countryside My playground was the lush green fields covered in buttercups Where sheep and cow grazed free And when I climbed the stile and ran down to the r......Read the rest...

...I remember I got up earlier than usual A bright summer morning with no one around I crossed the road onto the country path And made my way along Past the farmer’s reservoir <>...Read the rest...

...GENESIS Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happened this way Upon the stile I lent my arms, Closing my eyes for a while It often happened this way Deep in my mind's eye A vision,c......Read the rest...

...A memory is a fragile, sacred being Chained to whatever it pleases - Music, smells, the coming of spring. Fleeting as the tender skin of a child It comes with crashing of cymbals Yet always ma......Read the rest...

...Spring ripples through luscious flowery plots. Manoeuvring into a large cul-de-sac I climb a low stile only to find a picturesque scene, vast field of poppies red. ......Read the rest...

...A long line of waters Deep in hearts of bathers A lifeline of growth Weep of salvation brought forth Waters of life over a mile Outrunning a thousand stile Gifts of life in piles Surmounting......Read the rest...

...Once in a while we both may smile In ecstasy of love’s beguile Pondering down memory lane In delight of the loving game. Do you feel flames of love again In that burning, yearning con......Read the rest...

...Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happened this way Upon the stile I lent my arms, Closing my eyes for a while It often happened this way Deep in my mind's eye A vision,clear ......Read the rest...

...The awful feeling tightens my vocal cords that praised another god who never denied pleasures; I abandoned faith and despised kindness: it's time for God to show anger through ransacking, taking ......Read the rest...

...Pinched on my side Grabbed you by my side Pushed going to the bedside Pulled out of my shortside. Wherever you go, I carry your smile Smile in your heart, memory in my stile. Whenever you fal......Read the rest...

...Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happened this way Upon the stile I lent my arms, Closing my eyes for a while It often happened this way Deep in my mind's eye A vision,clear ......Read the rest...