Out walking
in the woods I found
good company
everyone was absent as a drunk
present as an old sign
I spoke one word
and away home
Poems on the topic: word
Poems on the topic “word” on Poets.by.
Close call
too much dull freight
will make people think like horses
I play to play
but how near I was to have broken
like the loss of words
to a shut pen
Resistance
to inconvenience an enemy
I will not remove my own head
people pray
for a head with good countenance
a light head
ordinary as a horse
but a foot
committed to ignorance
does as much good as
a burning head
but I make new words
of ash and trouble
Verbiage
who needs his hearing so full of nothing
we are all infected
quarantine the word in a hole
Orality
a thin mouth is a part
of all I discover
who is making it
thin as the letter i
as the word poor
who desires it
Audiophile
I give my viol head
to my viol maker
his name is wise
who deals in sound
a pitch merchant
here for some high words
Saying it like it is
noon comes to stay
and being poor
we consent to a government
of sand and spoil
but how we desire words
as close to home as the weather
Sweet nothing
this morning is a clear ruin
a mortal barb
words make anything
to raise disquiet
but the word devil
that word full of world
is a nothing as sweet
as my first little doubt
Concurrence
the honest body is wiser
than any word
a presence without any reply
but the world
no novice to concurrence
it gives great content
and I am glad to be so
having done all my lying
Has-been
every word broken
among the fine ladies
old coxcomb
Pretty
pretty is a lie
I love to translate
a ready key to forms
in one word
the best of all plaudits
at writing off
L’esprit d’escalier
I batten like a mad king
on remembered words.
My text should be: “The memory
of the wicked shall rot.”
After I go, I make sport
in imitating the dead,
grown fat on moonlight.
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