Poems with rhymes of reborn

51 Here in our hours of deeper stress reborn,
52 Unfortunate thrown upon life's evil ways,
53 His inward ear heard ever that satyr horn

I ride them back reborn:
New stars I bring at evening
For those that burst at morn:

Would pass as pass the clouds of morn;
And from their ready wits, reborn

I ride them back reborn:
New stars I bring at evening
For those that burst at morn:

Millennial shepherds 'neath the thorn
Had piped them to a world reborn,

Flashing primeval demoniac scorn,
Blood-thirst and pomp amid darkness reborn,

The red rose of morn
A white rose at noon turn'd;
But at sunset reborn

'tis Death they sing, while ye extol the Morn;
ye point the way and chant a soul reborn

Our wild hope, who shall scorn, —
That in the name of Jesus
The world shall be reborn!

Unhappy craft of Daedalus reborn,
That liest prone with white wings torn,

Because we are her fields of corn;
Because our fires are all reborn

When 'Trane blows his horn
He chases away those bad feelings inside
And all of a sudden once again my life is reborn.

Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn?
Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn?

A red, red, rose impaled upon a thorn
Where passion bled like rain from ruby lips
Upon a vivid memory reborn

For if love is torn
It can’t be reborn

And found with hearts reborn
This swift and unimaginable byway
Unto the hills of morn,

And in the fluent light of morn
A freshness in my soul, reborn,

Of feeling the world being reborn
Renaissance of the modern day for the war torn

Our future seemed forlorn,
Until one day in 1976
When our hopes became reborn.

on a shattered Sunday morn
there's not enough drugs
to be reborn