Bean counter
work is her bark
unhappy for the future
her thin hand
like a rose full of winter
our queen of accounts
Poems on the topic: rose
Poems on the topic “rose” on Poets.by.
Fire dream
I was the fire
dreaming of some accident
I could feel them
look into me
going out
I was not my pain
lying down
I made a full rose
Life of the mind
a secret was her only company
that and her books
her doll is gone away to live
(they say) in the country
so buying a rose we mistake it
(strange fancy) for a bell
Nativity
bright night
a rose of blood flying
in the heavens
Convolution
I drink to chance
and to excess
to see myself
home to her rose
of a clock
Churchyard
a dead rose is tending
some other air
the ordinary pains us
at the burial of a little boy
Wall Street
a rose in a cell
that is truth to the office
where morning
is a done deal
Outsider
where all discourse of war
where a man can command a committee
I would have my own rose
and an onion to suck
it is strange to see how jealous
of me they are
Gunman
this gun is afraid
of trouble and pain
my bad temper
reading and art
the company of a rose
I talk with it in a whole lexicon of blood
Procrastinator
I have come to the height of neglect
the not-done not minded at all
give me a knock on the head
with a rose full of sorrow
my not-doing is made
out of hope and shame
Bygone
I was a rose
or something else loose
and a little over
the morning paper
talk of sin
Aging masochist
night rose let me go
to bed and tie
my hands
I might be old
but I could endure
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