Poems on the topic: fire

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

AngryDave Bonta

Schadenfreudian

Disappointed at home and at the office I count ships and at night, fires, many in which I took great pleasure.
AnxiousDave Bonta

Dead letter

After several walks up and down, I met with the dead. Night is now too sudden— an old hole. What news of death? They hear nothing at all, believing that a house on fire is home to music.
AngryDave Bonta

Company man

At the office, all hunt for ash—no fire. The company is another gone god. I receive a subpoena for it, give it a bed between the midwife and the day.
SadDave Bonta

November dusk

the light is going a few idle boys burn a table for the heat
SadDave Bonta

Messenger

Abroad on a cold business, I have a secret fire: a piece of gold. Infinite, tedious rain.
SadDave Bonta

Waterbound

Troubled with abundance of sea, land going to water, I rent a raft and eat tongue, a fat joy in the chapel Chance. I study how this day dissolved without fire, sad in mind.
DreamyDave Bonta

Afterglow

in the dark home the embers discharge their own great city
SadDave Bonta

Treatment

I put away my head, friend to this arson— for I am ill— and walk to see how things are in his absence.
DreamyDave Bonta

Husbandry

Water comes to my garden in the finest coat laced with rich lace. And on the night of the fire, all the doors in the street dancing with light… The world is an old wife not seen since the wedding. We turn a country into a cot and not a bed.
AnxiousDave Bonta

Stewardship

Before the mouth, who owned me? We set fire to the marsh and to the swallow, full of false Latin. Our anchor is a salt-cellar. At evening in the harbor, horses run to the sea.
InspiredDave Bonta

Oaks as Teachers

give me shade tolerance so i can worship the sun at a cellular level teach me the dance in abundance the sects of insects how to work like an artist’s model with wind or fire how to mine in place and turn the soil into an accomplice how to communicate with an alien life form in speech acts of pure energy how to grow wound wood
AnxiousDave Bonta

Hollow Folk

without issue i can feel the forest thicken within me build up fuel and hunger for that incendiary spark ah to slash and burn plow and harrow with my ancestors or cut down the old giants and replace them with windmills deadly flowers scything the air for migrants our doom laid out like a meal for ravens fates intertwining like fingers at a lovers’ leap a mile and a half up a mountain hollow under the green banners of the sun

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