Poems on the topic: heart

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Dave Bonta

Moth

like a heart in a cook’s sack, sitting in an ill place in the dark.

Dave Bonta

This fallen fruit: a small heart full of sickness, my sandwich’s god.

Dave Bonta

It is a pig heart I dine with, sometimes in hell and others at Mother Rum’s. Go home and be pretty again, my left hand.

Dave Bonta

My private bone, my chance heart, my Walden in a wardrobe, my rose— all night we lay in one green bed.

Dave Bonta

Work is a net made of ale and cheap hopes, my heart in a tent.

Dave Bonta

Married to a glass of wine, I hunt trouble, set my hand to the sea and the ship, which make my heart home.

Dave Bonta

In the heart, only evil— tomorrow I give up the urge. Late news is dead news. A great lay tonight because of tomorrow.

Dave Bonta

I go in secret. The score I hear is my heart, is for bell and wind. Drunk, I defend myself with a late foot.

Dave Bonta

Black with ivy, my heart is a gate, shut since I found my wife. I let it go to him that shall hire my house.

Dave Bonta

I come among the fallen, loving for advantage. A cook hunts a constant heart. Lice haunt my coat, me against me.

Dave Bonta

I eat a dish of mackerel and a cold heart. My heart supped with us and told us to take three shares apiece, which was very good.

Dave Bonta

Uncouth as a spaniel, I work all afternoon at hope. Pleasure me. Let out the cat in my heart.

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