Recurrence
a misting morning
my disease come back I drink
to my physician
Poems on the topic: morning
Poems on the topic “morning” on Poets.by.
Makeover
green called to green
and every place begins
to grow green
an art the morning
did not intend but made
a shift for
Rosy
the morning blush
a dish of plain meat
I want my heart to turn
to a house of play
New morning
morning coffee
the art of night is to go back
to morrow
Straight shooter
the first morning
of my promise not to lie
my promise of the child in me
I say bring me
a gun to wear
red locks almost look natural
Funny business
office where
the morning quit
wit is a business
Art world
morning comes out
in the best art
no ring to own or business
to busy up
Endarkenment
morning comes white among great
supplies of visions
all seeming to save us
and yet my one head
being out this night
is a thriving ship of the dead
Wall Street
a rose in a cell
that is truth to the office
where morning
is a done deal
Infant
from morning till night a din
to trouble but content me
strange how a new mouth
is just another wonder
Hypersomnia
clock with a looseness
at several times
so fear of day’s fire
made me call for ash
so sleep papers over
my morning
Burglar
morning is where night spied me
going home in secret
all that I have
is in this rogue world of my eye
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