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
Poems on the topic: morning
Poems on the topic “morning” on Poets.by.
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
Sweet nothing
this morning is a clear ruin
a mortal barb
words make anything
to raise disquiet
but the word devil
that word full of world
is a nothing as sweet
as my first little doubt
Harboring
I have a journal of observations
of the morning port
where I go to take the air
content to rust
my mind is a hole
full of little things
Rider
talking about her horses
all morning
a joy in her step
Blinded
morning fell almost as a pall
over the bed
my eyes fail me looking so long
upon white uniformity
Invalid
in the morning of my disease
I itch and pimple
sickness came for me in a pair
of plain white gloves
Landmark
lost
all morning in a marsh
the tower with us
Smitten
the morning road
where she alights
and I who never loved
my heart a heavy shoe
cannot understand a purse
which is little yet mighty
In the bleak midwinter
Morning is a present
I did not receive.
I chose a pair
of candlesticks, made
a well in the night,
and so was rid
of another Christmas.
Psalm 19:2
Night showed morning
as in a theater
the still of the void,
which she had let drop
into me.
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