Poems on the topic: bowl

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

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Elizabeth Madox Roberts

In My Pillow

When Mother or Father turns down the light, I like to look into my pillow at night. Some people call them dreams, but for me They are things I look down in my pillow and see. I saw some birds, as many as four, That were all blue wings and nothing else more. Without any head and without any feet, Just blue wings flying over a street. And almost every night I see A little brown bowl that can talk to me, A nice little bowl that laughs and sings, And ever so many other things. Sometimes they are plainer than I can say, And while I am waking they go away. And when nobody is coming by, I feel my pillow all over and try
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ContemplativeArt Gomez

Canis

That stray dog You know That one folks take enough liking to it never goes feral On occasion tossed a scrap Here and there water left in bowls to lap as that dog tramps in and about the domestic yet without any urge to join That dog belongs by not belonging That dog is not ours We are that dog’s
ContemplativeGwendolyn B. Bennett

Quatrains 1

Brushes and paints are all I have To speak the music in my soul-- While silently there laughs at me A copper jar beside a pale green bowl.

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