Poems on the topic: love

Poems on the topic “love” on Poets.by.

RomanticDave Bonta

Yucca moth

infinite crow of time night desert if love takes every turn to find a moth then I with my heart have just a while
RomanticDave Bonta

Bodily questions

in the book of the body is there no other writing true as romance which is true and which false of two children perfectly made joined at their bellies and only one pair of legs what work will make us fear the consequence of it how is holding you so large a music
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Progeny

I spent all morning preserving a collection of cries work and desire greed and fear and love to show publicly if I should die without children
RomanticDave Bonta

Kissing gate

would a gate have equal share in the translation between us touching at first and open as a road giving both me and you our own past
SadDave Bonta

The book-lover’s blues

chance is a good companion but needs are the greatest confidants I love sometimes and sometimes I do not care a woman is lovely but I suffer God forgive me for my books
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Felled

love is fallen upon me like cutting down a tree to make better light with my whole body I appease my desire to be nobody but I see how fanatic tenants would garden on so little ground being almost starved
RomanticDave Bonta

Charmed

a couple of green geese we are alone with the evening light thunder and lightning it seems everywhere else
RomanticDave Bonta

Wobbly

where we sat close like the first time ever on ship I am come to not know what to do with my legs
InspiredDave Bonta

Pilgrims’ progress

past all fear we come to a labyrinth nothing in it but accidents like dust falling down over all the land in pieces without any other design but love
SadDave Bonta

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
RomanticDave Bonta

Silence lover

I drink her wine but not her coffee I am buying love not an ear evening comes with few words to my bed
RomanticDave Bonta

Distraction

I clog myself with desire and miss the peak alone in my barrow I endeavor to see give two loves for one late-night stay

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