Ground down
do not stay long
where we walk up and down
a ground for visions
is not enough
spent in seeing
these places never sing
of the light of a better place
than the grave
Poems on the topic: grave
Poems on the topic “grave” on Poets.by.
Sniper’s dream
I dream that I am awake
but we are in our graves
I cannot raise my heart
it being the heaviest thing I have
and I wonder at the gun
a dark little god
Street culture
not liking the horse desire
I walk out
not liking death
I eat a piece of pie
who lives in an outhouse
so he would not be seen
thrust his head
into the grave
we drink and talk
and read verses in the street
Birnam Wood
the whole difference
between a wood and an army
is love
they that laugh and do nothing
only respect the grave
razing all the strongholds
giving the land a massacre in the fields
but none of the men I write about
burn like candles
Polished
a body in a grave is without
any breach of civility
though its mouth
is all drawn in
like what teemed
at so late a supper
Six feet down
this grave I occupy
you may have after me
by accident or angel
like a long last word
I could not say and so
must be
The unexamined life
a question sore as a scar
would go to a good grave
not send a letter to hope
here lies the moon
great as a clock
telling pretty stories
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
Day of the dead
I sat on a grave and dined
the day mixed with evening
routed and red
Sign language
my own hands talk about me
as full of life as a grave
kill with them
and they go still
love is the trade they never want
Resting place
her grave lost in the garden
has been a serviceable friend
a false teaching which eases pain
water in my eyes
Undertaking
shoes blacked for the grave
his white gloves going
up and down
but how the dead have us ready
to love a day’s work
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