Poems on the topic: sea

Poems on the topic “sea” on Poets.by.

AnxiousDave Bonta

Holidaymakers

we kiss and do not tell how all things end profess great kindness at a plague house I hear that pretend mouth the evening sea
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Stilled

where I am done as the sea by a great calm what words would break me will I think them enemies
InspiredDave Bonta

Vagabondage

disappointed in God and in authority I find it so necessary to have that which is greater sand and sea and every foot of this road
SadDave Bonta

Solastalgia

where the sea is now we would meet out in the sand where that busy and sorrowful answer to questions was most clear we broke up leaving it so painful a thing to be sunk
SadDave Bonta

Inhibited

a lock torments me unable to give more than ash where ash is ordinary as water and infinite as hope this lying sea
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Prospero

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

Evolutionaries

at sea we imprinted on the shape of ships taking water as a master but like fish beginning to grow legs we go up into the full music
SadDave Bonta

Widow’s walk

who is fit to go to sea in the heart some other weather I ache so much to sense but I am old the pretty girl that sang and danced is dead
DreamyDave Bonta

Bedside manner

the sea is fine- spoken and rough a physician for the soul I hear/do not hear it again and again in every place I could not open my eyes
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Unselfie

if I am my picture I am no more no face is finished my own grown fat and home to the general tow of people and yet part sea
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Soledades

who could be whole all alone and not fight with some possible faction in the mystery of his possible mind or let his body suffer another great love we shall all be sunk after plundering for imperfections who having seen a sea stays at home
AnxiousDave Bonta

Soterial

observing a horse how it minds nothing is naked and content like a mad god what will become of people full of sad stories everybody sick and never a physician which sea would help us fear what we have done which curse might trouble us so small and thin our ear bones are

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