Bygone
I was a rose
or something else loose
and a little over
the morning paper
talk of sin
Poems on the topic: morning
Poems on the topic “morning” on Poets.by.
Self-care
I look after
all morning the one
I am at night
Sunrise
morning amber
some private order for
a public sun
Distraction
all-morning dispute
I break off half a cake
to poke at
Sensate
her morning touch proves
an admirable strum
as ear to ear we perfect
the next letter
Solace
foggy morning
I find myself alone
with a cold pie
Black thumb
so rank the yard that morning cannot break
I shall grow the dirtiest rose
No toll
full of morning
the bell by our door
who am I to droop
if others should trouble
the world more than me
At a loss
to whom might it call
her hair of red silk
no Christ is ever as light
as a private joy
that comes to be
more than pleasure
the country
where now is
not staying there
but breaking up
we put on other clothes
full of morning
who would not
who could not take
that loss
Bears
in the morning grove
a stout man would be a bear
his care in sitting as I look
with my hide of a good face
Morning light
this morning light
will right all
will make half a head
into a little room
and a whole
member into rope
will free a peach to debauch
a glass of wine
and give me a now
to be a patient of
this light like blood
in a simple lily
Waterfront
morning laid out
over all the ships
a child drums merrily
on the window
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