Poems on the topic: night

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

Any author

With audio

Sort

Dave Bonta

Ravens in winter

ravens hang out in dead hope of an ox full of news and folly which will keep them all winter full of midnight settling into a bed thin as a purse

Dave Bonta

a death made of dirt and prison stone made from hour to hour till it was midnight made drunk made of work like a heavy-headed ox whole but odd

Dave Bonta

we are not ourselves in a field but taken prisoner we find a green page to retreat to touching an abstract ground like oaks engaged with the night

Dave Bonta

with silver plates serving us sand a gentleman tells me the meaning of dog walls secure the night and call every fox to take the air

Dave Bonta

entering my book where to be gone to who among others to love in their poor varnish how to see at night

Dave Bonta

I walk to think to see clear on foot night fitting a paper multitude no mine back home where I might have gone

Dave Bonta

my only work is to look to look after the tide serving a sea I keep the noon till night I let be

Dave Bonta

off on and off again an outfit for view at night

Dave Bonta

wind music in a house by the water night coming on

Dave Bonta

could I understand what I could not stand forced to go to bed and give the night a night to master my mind unfounded as a country made for war

Dave Bonta

night is a welcome wine and a great carcass I go home to supper red as a bee

Dave Bonta

noon with a white horse and house of plague here I am the more I know the more I notice till twelve at night having turned into myself

Or try: