Poems on the topic: pain

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

SadDave Bonta

User

high and higher like a messenger hanging herself with her own hand an hour or two of simplicity where I was open and sufficient do not tell tales concerning pain
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Wisdom Teeth

That time I was marooned by a toothache – weeping eyes screwed shut, mouth agape – I might’ve been taken for someone in the throes of ecstasy, lying on the couch with all the windows open. The weather was June, and wonderful. All afternoon I clung to the thread of the brown thrasher’s song. Even in extremis it’s simple to tell a thrasher from his cousin the catbird: he repeats almost every improvised line. Paired phrases sometimes reach into the low thousands
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Patient

toothache on a clear afternoon seeing how much is out of my power my patient body being a great ape
SadDave Bonta

Looking back

night calls me to myself an earful of old pain two loves have I and only one pocket arson is a pretty house with ingenious chemistry
SadDave Bonta

Morning after

morning frost pain in my bladder and the drawn face of my wife
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Owl

Into an ear of owl night fell, ecclesiastical, with great pain and love for his supper.
SadDave Bonta

Displaced

Dying and desire come to me in other things. I am falling into a white sea, I am fierce as ivy and very big with child. I expect to live but continue in pain. So.
SadDave Bonta

The pain of others

Mourning filled my eyes with leased doors. I saw how all I own I am not to keep.
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Butsuzo

Three years ago I was stone, free from pain, content— no joy or urge. I had a great deal of light, one room, and I sat.
SadDave Bonta

Plea

Ill in pain: im- patient. All night and all this day in great pain. Off me. My mouth dare not speak my consent.
SadDave Bonta

Plaint

My pain, give me an ointment, a plaster. My mother. The common axe pierces, singing between wedding and grave.

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