Poems on the topic: evening

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

Any author

With audio

Sort

The Old Enemy

Rebellion against death, the old rebellion Is over; I have nothing left to fight; Battles have always had their meed of music But peace is quiet as a windless night. Therefore I make no songs--I have grown certain Save when he comes too late, death is a friend, A shepherd leading home his flock serenely Under the planet at the evening’s end.

Read the poem Learn by heart

Dave Bonta

Holidaymakers

we kiss and do not tell how all things end profess great kindness at a plague house I hear that pretend mouth the evening sea

Dave Bonta

Devout

I am all alone with her letters in the evening her old talk upon every object dead letters that call to my pen so close

Dave Bonta

Heretic

the sages in my head trouble me and my books are ice evening brought an absence as old as a horse in the rain

Dave Bonta

Language of love

we loved in the fewest words fickly demandable loath to speak with one mouth red and full of evening

Dave Bonta

Guerrilleros

looking like people that had taken leave of the world we would go off to meet the enemy towards evening just as the great difference between us was in doubt

Dave Bonta

Farmhand

pain in my hand from struggling with doors in the dirt how I hold it now like a leased field where oranges fall in the evening and few venture upon them

Dave Bonta

Stuck

in amber I see my whole study of one binding business before the evening comes to try man and ant

Dave Bonta

Place setting

the place for a book against plate spoons and forks God and Caesar who lays out fruit for Father Christmas and where but at the door to evening reckoning with cold and wind

Dave Bonta