Poems about close (51 Poems)
Eat Your Heart Out (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I’ve come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I’m not kidding, it’s over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair … Continue reading
The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian with a supple and strange body, a snake-like and fiery body with eyes to go with it. Cass was fluid … Continue reading
An Almost Made Up Poem (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, and the fountain is in France where you wrote me that last letter and I answered and never heard from … Continue reading
Rhyming Poem (Charles Bukowski Poem)
the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty, and the whores go down … Continue reading
Chemin De Fer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far apart. The scenery was impoverished: scrub-pine and oak; beyond its mingled gray-green foliage I saw the little pond where the … Continue reading
A Prodigal (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. The floor was rotten; the sty was plastered halfway up with glass-smooth dung. Light-lashed, self-righteous, above moving snouts, the pigs’ … Continue reading
A Miracle For Breakfast (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At six o’clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be served from a certain balcony -like kings of old, or like a miracle. It was still dark. One foot of … Continue reading
The Man-Moth (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for “mammoth.” Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat. It lies at his feet like a circle for a doll to … Continue reading
Lullaby For The Cat (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Minnow, go to sleep and dream, Close your great big eyes; Round your bed Events prepare The pleasantest surprise. Darling Minnow, drop that frown, Just cooperate, Not a kitten shall be drowned In the Marxist State. Joy and Love will … Continue reading
Turns And Movies: Dancing Adairs (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow again, without a whisper!- Firefly’s my name, I am evanescent. Firefly’s your name. You are evanescent. But I follow you … Continue reading