Barest Poems - Poems about Barest

...These are my early poems, or juvenilia. Stars by Michael R. Burch, age 22 Though night has come, I'm not alone, for stars appear —fierce, faint and far— to dance until they disappear. T......

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...Observe the modern generations walk on by; they suckle from the plastic teat of coffee cups, and stumped by stamping feet they shamble unaware from flock to flock.— infant adults—if earnest I m......

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...My purse shows barest of bottom, The returns, never so handsome, What a Valentine Day That would never well pay-- A flying kiss is all to me hast come! Dear Valentine, vague kiss Can’t do what ......

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...There once was a dwarf. Yes a dwarf, you heard right! Whose homeland was captured by a mean old sprite, One who breathed fire, ate folks just for pleasure, Who dreadfully wanted this old dwarfs tr......

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...Between the howls of the wind, there is a stillness, a pause that speaks in a voice too soft for the hurried ear. The world contracts, folding into itself beneath the weight of frost, and in ......

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... He was a born teacher From birth destined to be You'd know by his phene. In capitalist-run schools He's taught for many years Earning pennies for labour. Three years a beneficiary On sti......

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...Feet of barest integument Bounding, chasing infinite woods, primal Unscathed by this immaculate earth Swallowed by puddles seeping through my spirit Overflowing, casting majesty, and so I ruminat......

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...WHAT TIME IS IT? A shadow crosses my mind And stops. An old familiar figure Sent to me in this place From memories Long ago forgotten. A lonely basket Of a girl with no age In a room cry......

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...What is love, but a fragile promise held together by the barest thread. So easily broken if not carefully looked after. So humbly rewarded if treated with care. Shown not through wor......

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...It’s a fine summer’s evening for your annual wine tasting shindig; home-grown fruits in home-made fermentations. We stay up half the night washing down the terrible wine with weak beer doing wha......

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...I In haunted house she’d lived with all her scare, Lived all alone but with her barest bones, With monsters chasing her in a nightmare, O amidst company of groans and moans. One of which once......

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...Cackle like hens might the fox find you he spoke. that those who feedest thee sowest not but sprinkle grains to fatten might the fox spoil the harvest there labors shall be in vain! ......

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...Mythica wishes me to curse her might she tell the tale of our troubles to find make script for the fools of Olympus. She then shall become pregant that the Gods of mortals shall see her troubli......

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......She’d long ago come to realize that children stood by you for life, while jobs cut you on barest whims, she had simply invested right. What was the use of having choice if you couldn’t pick y......

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...Tired footsteps drag sliding barely lifted stirring the dust that clings to all light does burn stealing moisture drying cracking life fading away drawing near to town so ancient r......

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