Gedichte zum Thema: face

Gedichte zum Thema „face“ auf Poets.by.

VerträumtDave Bonta

Mutable

lying alone and thinking I could be anyone face like a cake or a clock great heart ready to give body in peace having money
FröhlichDave Bonta

Facelift

cut and make an end of it behind the ear to mar is better than to be plain no hat cost as much as a face done fine
VerträumtDave Bonta

Unself-actualization

alone abroad I find my unself find my if picture like another face I will make my go home fit my tomorrow journey
NachdenklichDave Bonta

Unselfie

if I am my picture I am no more no face is finished my own grown fat and home to the general tow of people and yet part sea
InspiriertDave Bonta

Epithalamium, with images from the Brothers Grimm

Prince Charming A bad week. She swallowed pills, eight little erasers& while she lay on the floor with her mind elsewhere, the golden Lab brought his famished tongue across her face. Unclipped toe- nails click on the cold linoleum as the dog goes to his bed, comes back for another lick, & finally begins to nibble. He starts with the lips,
NachdenklichDave Bonta

Alterity

I believe in the face a miracle of change and inner child like a grave that’s able to sing under a hat and eyebrows
VerträumtDave Bonta

Bus trip

overtaking you in a coach the wheel of her face you talk enough to entangle two or three hours finches singing in the middle of the night
TraurigDave Bonta

Vigil

on days as immediate as doors fear would not fit into our bed her face like a dying aster how to hold it
ÄngstlichDave Bonta

Caligula

I put on my ugly face to the multitude my last act conveniently mad like the violence of a crow come to poke at the people standing in their fixed and different pastures
NachdenklichDave Bonta

Hearing voices

I hear nothing but a great tree the voices that have been with me all my life crowd into the crown an oratory of disorder compelling hope for the future like an idle boy looking in our faces to see who we might be
FröhlichDave Bonta

Bears

in the morning grove a stout man would be a bear his care in sitting as I look with my hide of a good face