Poems on the topic: evening

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

DreamyDave Bonta

Sunset Boulevard

In the glass city there are no glass windows, the king is kin to his own nothing and the queen is a whole table: so the difference between gold and evening.
DreamyDave Bonta

Suspended

No stir out of half skirts and false lace— an evening bat.
ContemplativeDave Bonta

After arguing

In the evening we came to agreement as a barn owl to a barn.
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Farmer (2)

We put in the ground our business, our absence, ourselves— nothing but light in the evening fields.
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Farmer

Home and barn in the evening. I walk the fields, now all in dirt— a magnificent supper.
DreamyDave Bonta

Catadromous

I work all afternoon. In the evening to the sea— a raw bed.
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Against Nature

All the assistance I could expect: the sound of an evening, a large desire for my old friend, the world. Nature is the first lie since coming from sea.
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Time Lapse

Infinity failed me, and evening overtook us at gray noon. No anchor brought order. I count a knot a night.
AnxiousDave Bonta

TV dinner

dinner with the news ash in a dish of evening my coffee an argument against that overbalance of propriety
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Freight

the evening train I hear a mouse under my table
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Consultant

At noon the captain would have her teach the mathematics of evening— the red land, the coursing water, a moth in clear daylight rising early.
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Smog

Of all the things our ink signed away, the peak comes back in the evening to rest.

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