Long hours
Office at home—
the pen and I eat
the night up.
Poems on the topic: home
Poems on the topic “home” on Poets.by.
Enigma
Is the city a thing—
one house, a chest
of drawers—
or a singing master,
singing to the office
and the home?
Resident
I have nothing here that is mine.
I have room.
I have the sea.
Homesick
My ache is
a green thing,
a simple music.
It plays well
on a violin.
But how I cry
for the home
and weather
I left!
Homesteader
This morning, I would turn
like a bear into the country
and go over the water and over
the fields to home.
Horse whisperer
A horse in a bad mood
is a hard horse, a high horse—
simple fury without much mind.
I sat with him a good while,
talking home and bed.
Full figure
With a fiddle
I go part-
way home
and a bass,
go to bed.
Sadhu
We part, I and my cell.
And though I have seen it often,
I am more and more pleased
with the street—
a rank home and bed.
Homeless
I miss the sea in other places
I cannot find a home.
Call me an ambassador to
the first place that put me
out of myself.
Double take
O my fat snow,
turn my great neglect to joy.
I have seen that I did not see
the home I made and the home I sat in,
a pair of gloves and a pair of stockings,
an art, her gift…
Shelves
In the morning to see a general
hanged, drawn and quartered,
his head and heart shown to the people,
great shouts of joy sure
to come shortly to the Lord.
Home, where I was angry with my wife
and kicked the basket I bought her
in Holland and broke it.
All afternoon setting up shelves.
Materialist
My stuff all alone
and calling me,
I went home.
We love one another.
We cannot part.
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