Rainy season
what wing broke a pinion in the garden
I am hunting a word to help us
through the long waters
on each side the east
Poems on the topic: garden
Poems on the topic “garden” on Poets.by.
Asylum
in the garden at the madhouse
our minds see much
how the wood
sends us word
who shall take the thin
man in
Horticultural
hip to hip I have increased
my knowledge of rain
garden in the field a composition
calling me to my wife
Confused
out in the afternoon I find it
other than it used to be
one may think a place is missing
when it is only another place
I come to walk in the garden
and see a sea
Suicidal tendencies
dead things lodging
in the garden grown out of order
a desire to be gone
which I am sorry for
like a sign in the wind
dancing with no will
Senescence
the deep age of this day
ending with a company of ills
no satisfied walking in the garden
no talking god
no age could make
better evening at night
Social climbers
I was the same plain man
with a king’s head
ordinary as meat
at a cook’s house
but my lady would not suffer me to go
into the garden
in her hand one orange
for my feast
The sick rose
the rose we know
is in every garden
privately undone
as if it were fit to put
a true but common tragedy
in a box velvet as ash
Myrmecology
ants work in the garden
like a cold fire
no wit or language
work below
the bottom of the wall
a little life I study
how to do
Cerebral
my work is in
my mind alone
I walk a while in the garden
and take no notice
eat a bit of bread and dirt
like a country with no mother
and then doubt
I am called to art…
Escapist
I found a garden in my mind,
and good company.
I stayed there
till I was ill and vomited,
and in the morning got cold
and had pain in pissing.
Broom
A girl took a broom to bed—
he looked like a fine gentleman.
His gold, old flower was a garden
where there had been many rains.
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