Banked Poems - Poems about Banked

... A slow burn at first, a simmering resentment in the gut, like a banked fire refusing to be extinguished. A whisper of injustice, a flicker of wrong. Then the fanning of the flames, each reco......

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...I love having— hating the feeling of wanting. Wanting cuts my guts as consequentially as diarrhea. I steal casually, like second breaths after waking, or proper newborns latched onto Mama’s ni......

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...GO GO GIVE GIVE GENEROUS @ @ GENEROUS GIFTS GALORE | | GIFTS GALORE BUTTERFLIES BELONG ......

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...Today the sun set at dawn, the grey sky poured down in torrents banked tears of yesterday. Today, cows grazed not in the pastures evergreen, the was no herd boy playing a lekolilo melody, the stream......

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...Night Labor by Michael R. Burch for Rachel Corrie Tonight we keep the flame alive; we keep the candle lit. We burn bright incense in your name and swear we’ll not forget— your innocence, y......

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...It’s monsoon season here in New Haven, gone, are the banked, fluorescent colors of sunset. This feeling hit me, like a rogue wave. “We have to go out tonight,” I announced, to no one in particul......

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...Happiness is the whirl of lyrical runes, voicing of raging monstrous stories in loons. Happiness is the rough silence of the heart, that cries in loneliness of love torn apart Happiness is a......

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...A genuine hero isn't one that's flawless Arguably not the one garmented with Absolute forfeits but one who is purely Accountable in securing relationships Amiably without trade of another......

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...Norwegian bachelor farmer days I never lived Woebegone and egg foo young on you meaning me of course sidestepping a crucial positive electric kool aid battery acid test prior to pledging troth......

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...Rooted on a moss-banked hill, its branches spread far and wide. By Summer's end, leaves veined gold and crimson. Then, Autumn’s hand brushed them with russet paint. Twas the time of y......

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... "The Whirled In Between" What dreams in the time of not thinking we spent aeons in conversations with the unbelieved deliberating choices towards our liberat......

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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 then I died. Be careful w......

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...These are poems for the victims of the Nashville Covenant School shootings. Nashville Covenant Call to Love by Michael R. Burch Our hearts are broken today for our children's small bodies l......

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... “belles lettres” It’s a slow drifting off, that moment before you dive into the dark you surface to find a boat surrounded by shining pearls, Styx, a mirror......

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...VERSE 1: January 1st 2023 I was on malaria and typhoid medicine Like 2023 is this how you choose to begin God is the greatest cause Jesus had got me healed Life is a trip, I’m sitting at the back......

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