Flower America Poems

They stroll through the garden of time with lots of synergy combined; hearts merges in one and passion walking hand in hand; summer burst through...

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Paradisiacal flower blessed with thorns,
bloody tongue holding such angelic prose;
The sweetest petals a harsh prick adorns,
a slight crack in perfection will impose;
Razor fine points cover...

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I was walking through the pineapple row and a thorn stick me on my middle toe, I bend down low to remove it and I...

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A man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble He continues like a flower and is cut down...

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God Planted That "Flower and That Garden"! It was called "The Garden Of Eden ! My Mother was planted in "The Garden Of Eden"! The...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of...

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flowers are in bloom
sniffing the fragrance of them
red, yellow, and green...

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Various Heresies 11



The beauty of the flower fades,
its petals wither to charades...
—Michael R. Burch



the U-turn poem
by michael r. burch

Life so defaulty,
Life so unfair,
why do wee...

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I'm stuck  on you through and through
Whoever was there for me was just a few

You are my guardian angel
You got me out of a...

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HOMELESS POETRY

These are poems about the homeless and poems for the homeless.



Epitaph for a Homeless Child
by Michael R. Burch
		
I lived as best I could, and...

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The Splendid Tulip
No other flower has been the cause of savor
There are 16th century tulips beds of every flavor
Oriental pigments suited for an exotic bouquet
Garden...

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Across my street with sidewalks
shaded by fluttering oak trees,
there's a gardener with the army cap...
while rascals laugh and play nasty rap;
how well tends to his...

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Anti-Poem – “At The Hollywood Plaza With Eddie And Dolores”

(Poet’s Instruction – Kindly play “You Can’t Be True, Dear,” by Ken Griffin, 1946, while reading).

she...

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Temporary

Love is a tiny bird
Landing on her branch
Only to soar far away.
There's no saying
How long she will stay....

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Her world is a paranoid marketplace.
Fear is the zeitgeist and panic her shame.
She’d married her psyche to a dog whistle pimp
Who’d promised her he’d drain...

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