Bed music
My wife and I in bed
fell into a music,
rose singing to rose,
and all day in the office
I can hardly bring myself to eat
a bit of bread.
Poems on the topic: wife
Poems on the topic “wife” on Poets.by.
Leavings
The way, though poor,
was a good companion.
I left my wife,
my brother, my wife,
my uncle, my wife,
my father, my wife
without a thing.
Messenger
The guitar spoke
of love and war, sand and water,
and showed the ships to my wife
in my absence.
Miner
I bled red years in the mine.
I went out of the present, going back and back.
In my absence, the clock sang to my wife.
Marooned
A pint of wine
but no wife—
like a moth under
some high moon.
Goth
At the office, I am
a fish in the dolphin.
Tar me and err.
Night is my wife, a pall my king.
Lexophile
I left my wife for a dictionary.
It spoke as 1000 strangers to me,
and if I saw hand and hatch
I saw harpsicon—a bargain,
a batten, a bed where
I please my
self, strength, segnora…
Shelves
In the morning to see a general
hanged, drawn and quartered,
his head and heart shown to the people,
great shouts of joy sure
to come shortly to the Lord.
Home, where I was angry with my wife
and kicked the basket I bought her
in Holland and broke it.
All afternoon setting up shelves.
Provisioning
White winter: a mine of nothing,
a great iron book.
I dine alone with the lord of paint
and send to Africa for gold ore.
I do not find my fair
late wife.
Present
Are we present? I give
my wife this morning
mourning things
in the cellar
of the cellar
of today.
Diarist
A rank morning.
I batten on ash—my wife—
and rot—my diary,
break down the day.
Proverbial (1)
Chance is a rogue: my clothes tore.
I saw no peace, my wife being impatient to buy it.
A rabbit and lobster desire to marry, it is said.
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