Best Aglitter Poems

seeded in battle
growing amongst the death mass
weep
no longer in grief

blooming blooming high
veiny stem all aglitter
she
will outlive your fray

trusting the true gale
in her dance she instills mirth
cry
for the joys of life


Laura Breidenthal
March 28, 2016
For Mystic Rose’s Split Haiku Contest...

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She bounced right off the inkling
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Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the clapboard slap of tide,
the clockwork shock of wave on rock,
the motion creation stirs within?

Originally published by The Lyric. Keywords/Tags: poetry,...

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Armed with little more than hope,
it becomes your trusted shield.
For you believe in yourself;
and the confidence you wield.

The city's all aglitter;
yet hunger's all too real.
And those flashing neon lights;
detract from how scared you feel.

You see, open bigotry;
redefining right and wrong.
And an unjust system where
the weak...

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Vacuum
by Michael R. Burch

Over hushed quadrants
forever landlocked in snow,
time’s senseless winds blow...

leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed,
if still mostly concealed...
such are the things we are unable to know

that once intrigued us so.

Come then, let us quickly repent
of whatever truths we’d once determined to learn:
for whatever...

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State of the Art (IV)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...”  — W.  B.  Yeats

For all that we professed of love, we...

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American Girls blankly stare
Where shadows lend the mood of dusk
And Harry Potter shares a shelf
With Curious George
Nearby the bed
On which I read
To my young girl …
Dream, sweet baby, sleep—

Now Hokies posters fill the wall
And school yearbooks mind the desk:
Distant, she is, across the state,
Having grown...

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" I CAN'T HEAR YOU WHEN YOU WHISPER "

you screech one final time, 
so loudly that the walls between us shake

(Listen, listen, listen!)

I repeat, with fresh rebellion
but to you, it's just a whisper
so you hear nothing

'til my lips are at your grimy ear 
and now...

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I’ve danced on tables

My boots laced high

I have that kinda style

Cognac in one hand

Tambourine in another

I go on for miles

Songs of sorrow

Songs of love

Sweeping the night time air

Stars all aglitter 

A toast to you

Glasses raised high in the air

We sang and we danced

We laughed and...

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Lemons and limes, in whims and rhymes
Reminding you softly of far better times
When the air was clear and the sun was hot
And you wasted your days lying half-dead on the lot

Lemons and limes, reminders of times
Where your pockets were emptied but of pennies and dimes
And...

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astronomers often describe
the path of their heavenly ride
far off in the distant night sky
defining what's higher than high
luminous wavelength emitters
heavenly hosts all aglitter
lost in gravitational trance
each dancing unique cosmic dance

charted starlight guiding the way
for ships sailing from bay to bay
Polaris, bright northerly guide
let Vikings plunder...

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Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected
by Michael R. Burch

Athena takes me
sometimes by the hand

and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands

where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting

and Passion seems
like a wise bloodletting

and all I remember
upon awaking

is: to Love sometimes
is like forsaking

one’s Being—to drift
heroically beyond thought,

forsaking the here
for the There...

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These are poems for my friend and fellow poet Kevin Roberts...

Nightfall
by Michael R. Burch

for Kevin Nicholas Roberts

Only the long dolor of dusk delights me now,
   as I await death.
The rain has ruined the unborn corn,
      and the wasting...

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Poems about Poems V

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She has never heard of Faust, or Frost,
and she is unlikely...

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It was a night of whispered words of love.
His voice caressed me like a romantic song
in the rich tones of an erotic melody
that made me tremble at his gentle touch.
I shall never forget that magical night...
Our eyes bright with moonbeams and love.

Hand in hand, we...

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