Minimalist
my hat is gone
that I might see
more night
the room
pulled down
to make more night
art cannot wait
upon hat or lodging
Poems on the topic: hat
Poems on the topic “hat” on Poets.by.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
A tiny gust of wind starts its travels.
It blows past the park,
picking up more wind as it goes.
It blows past houses and office buildings,
markets and schoolhouses.
It blows past a man,
and picks up his hat.
It plays with the hat,
then drops it back onto the man.
It plays around,
but blows to close to a set of doors.
The doors open,
and he disappears inside with a
WHOOSH!
Thoughts
When I can make my thoughts come forth
To walk like ladies up and down,
Each one puts on before the glass
Her most becoming hat and gown.
But oh, the shy and eager thoughts
That hide and will not get them dressed,
Why is it that they always seem
So much more lovely than the rest?
The Green and Leafy Trees, They Stand
A solemn and impressive band,
With decorations in their hats
Like admirals and diplomats ;
And yet, their job is filling men
As dumb as they, with oxygen —
For all the splendid pomp they wear.
They do but pump the world with air.
Proving, that trees, beneath their hats,
Are admirals and diplomats.
Mrs. Williams
I was the milliner
Talked about, lied about,
Mother of Dora,
Whose strange disappearance
Was charged to her rearing.
My eye quick to beauty
Saw much beside ribbons
And buckles and feathers
And leghorns and felts,
To set off sweet faces,
And dark hair and gold.
One thing I will tell you
And one I will ask:
The stealers of husbands
Wear powder and trinkets,
And fashionable hats.
His Own Face Hidden
HOKUSAI'S portrait of himself
Tells what his hat was like
And his arms and legs. The only faces
Are a river and a mountain
And two laughing farmers.
The smile of Hokusai is under his hat.
Hats
HATS, where do you belong?
what is under you?
On the rim of a skyscraper's forehead
I looked down and saw : hats : fifty thousand hats:
Swarming with a noise of bees and sheep, cattle and
waterfalls,
Stopping with a silence of sea grass, a silence of
prairie corn.
Hats: tell me your high hopes.
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