Poems on the topic: jade

Poems on the topic “jade” on Poets.by.

ContemplativeDave Bonta

Vegetation

rain turned into jade cunning as a way of raising things but I begin to be weary of having spoil the land in pieces would be a busy bed
DreamyFrank Oliver Call

Cups of Jade

The mists lie along the iris-purple valleys; The little wooden bridge, Where the waterfall rings its silver bells, Is a bow of darkness; The dust of the highway is gray as ashes under our feet; A cloud of night-birds Dots the orange sky. All day our paths have led us side by side Along the steep hot highways. It is cool evening now, And the temple bells call you one way And the silence calls me another. We come to the white door-posts of your house, We leave our dusty shoes beside the little pool among the iris leaves. We sit upon woven mats and you give me tea to drink From a cup of sea-green jade.
AngryAnna Wickham

Gift to a Jade

For love he offered me his perfect world. This world was so constricted, and so small, It had no sort of loveliness at all, And I flung back the little silly ball. At that cold moralist I hotly hurled, His perfect pure symmetrical small world.

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