Rebekah Gamble

Rookie (January 12,1990 / Pittsburgh, Penna., U.S.A.)

Rebekah Gamble Poems

1. Open 1/1/2008
2. Melissa 1/1/2008
3. Alarm 1/1/2008
4. Today 1/1/2008
5. The Truth 1/1/2008
6. Purple, Blue And Green 1/9/2007
7. Human 10/14/2007
8. An Explination 1/1/2008
9. Sleeps The Bloom 2/23/2008
10. Scandinavian Goodness 3/2/2008
11. Of Yesterday 3/5/2008
12. The Emperor 3/5/2008
13. Learning From God 3/5/2008
14. Propensity 4/3/2008
15. Faceless Voices 4/3/2008
16. Remember 4/3/2008
17. Forever Is Ours 4/3/2008
18. Why I Tend Roses 4/4/2008
19. Standing On The Great Myth 5/4/2008
20. The Piercing Light Of The Eyes 5/4/2008
21. My Thoughts, World, And Him 5/31/2006
22. 'He Wears No Crown...' 6/11/2008
23. Those Left Standing 6/27/2008
24. I Can'T Imagine Paradise Alone 7/23/2008
25. The Shadow Considers Truth 8/6/2008
26. On Music (Glorious Drowning) 8/6/2008
27. Walking Away From Me 8/6/2008
28. I Do Not Respond 8/17/2008
29. Father's Funeral Services 8/17/2008
30. So I Am Calm In Wondering 8/17/2008
31. In Night, I Find I Am Foreign 8/17/2008
32. We Are All September 9/14/2008
33. Avoidance 12/29/2008
34. Dark Curls 12/29/2008
35. Little Gods 12/29/2008
36. The Traveler 12/29/2008
37. Tragedy 12/29/2008
38. Cold River Wind 12/29/2008
39. The Flaw 12/29/2008
40. I Shake My Head At The Silly Women 12/29/2008

Comments about Rebekah Gamble

  • Amy S (3/3/2008 11:15:00 AM)

    Well i see your art and now i finally get to read ypur poems... and of course like everything else you do,
    they're wonderful.
    I love them!

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Best Poem of Rebekah Gamble

A Solitary Walk

I walked the shore one lonesome night;
a shore so far from your embrace.
I heard the waves lap at the shore
and heard the voice of the sweetly singing sea.
How dark it was; as my world always is
when you are not near to me.
What narrow beam of hallowed light
shown forth from the silent moon!
It comforted me in my despairing solitude
as I knew you may have been looking
at that self-same sky, that self-same moon.
How ancient her comfort is!
How ancient the concept of parted lovers!
I left but a single set
of impressions in the sand,
washing ...

Read the full of A Solitary Walk

A City Song

There’s a constant rumble
To the pounding beat
Of the people’s hearts
As the rhythm of the street.

There's a constant rhythm
In the rolling of their feet.
There’s a constant thunder
To the dancing on the street.

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