Poems on the topic: ship

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

CheerfulDave Bonta

Gifts

I took my wife a friar’s coat, a most fine cloth and a rich lace, troubled money and a kind mouth, a ship and a captain coming from sea— the loveliest that ever I saw— to look after her little bitch, which was just a-whelping.
DreamyDave Bonta

Artist

This morning too was art, a ship for a seal. I walked back to where I had long thought to live: in error, like the bull at home on foot.
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Castaway

When a land is new every man goes as if at dinner. Cast up I believe no sea besides the ship’s.
DreamyDave Bonta

Lost

At two in the morning, the ship not the ship and the ending no end, on my lost bed I dream of having clothes of cold water.
CheerfulDave Bonta

Of Ships and Bottles

A bottle in a ship in a boat: what arms and flags? Silk clothes, a rich noise of fiddlers. What will be the entertainment? Jurates of the town and the vice-admiral. Where to drink? In the lost ship, in bed in my cabin, where I gave the bottle a merry good night.
CheerfulDave Bonta

On the Contrary

The land troubles me, and I am against the sea. I cry out at the sight of a ship, and hear bullets go hissing overhead in a transport of joy. I perceive unknown letters in familiar words. Strange things please me. I put great confidence in the thoughts of a thick-skulled fool. Ordinary business must be not served but feared.
AnxiousDave Bonta

Conflicts of interest

a field is in love with the sea as a ship is with land where will we make war guided by lies where finish the hanging or withdraw
DreamyDave Bonta

Evening walk

I discover in the timber a ship of my own full of night quiet and old
AnxiousDave Bonta

Neuroses

I consider the rosebush cruel and the rose frightening as a ship in the Navy. I am ashamed of the timber in a book. I think up a God and it makes my head into a well of ice.
DreamyDave Bonta

Roof music

we desire the broad water belonging to ships— bedtime rain
AnxiousDave Bonta

Moth

alone with my model of a ship a little moth fear of death troubles me till daylight
CheerfulDave Bonta

Proverbial (13)

Sun on the water shall never thirst. An excellent cook took the sacrament on his knees. A captain forced to walk ordered ships to carry horse.

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