Martial Artist
I go in secret.
The score I hear is my heart,
is for bell and wind.
Drunk, I defend myself
with a late foot.
Poems on the topic: heart
Poems on the topic “heart” on Poets.by.
Front Gate
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.
Seeker
I come among the fallen,
loving for advantage.
A cook hunts
a constant heart.
Lice haunt my coat,
me against me.
Soul Food
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.
Dogged
Uncouth as a spaniel,
I work all afternoon at hope.
Pleasure me.
Let out the cat in my heart.
Heart Attack
A great knocking in me
and I am down, I am wood.
Hopes have to be settled on shore,
but the water being almost
at low water, fear is sure.
I urge the surgeon on,
my heart heavy for not hearing my heart.
Prisoner
This grave or prison, the heart—
who could remember
what it was like to be released?
I went with a bottle or two
hunting for friends.
Skylark
in the customs of larks
joy is all the rage
they pierce the heart
afire with a news in which
I hardly believe
Jing Ting Mountain
painting the peak like a peak
some sage for the bedside
how to have that peak
now making up the plain
I will tell my heart
to change lodgings
Proverbial (14)
A heart put in a closet
is a loss of great concern,
but a heart in the prison of sex
will find too little to grieve for.
Ruin is our ointment.
The other is a match to any pain.
Self-preservation
My accounts own me
all afternoon
and lie at night
like amber
keeping the heart.
Purge
Not quite rid
of myself, what
is best to keep?
According to
instructions received
from the Lord,
pleasure is a question
that I should
not understand,
my mouth ought
to rage. But
my books had been flags
without a country
and I a pen.
Cold cannot love
the winter, or
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