Best Boyhood Poems

Boys carry their snow sleds
         up, up
                  to the highest peak
         ...

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Some of those boyhood memories,
only so often come around,
so when they do, I set them free,
on paper I write them down,

When I was younger living at Blackiston Mill..
I had a rocking horse,
and I remember the day I took a spill,
as I hit the floor head...

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Many are the boyhood fantasies gazing into a cozy winter's blaze,
Or watching vagabond clouds scudding on lazy summer days,
Or in deep reverie with glazed eyes holding his fishing pole,
As he idles away a summer afternoon at his favorite fishing hole!

Building myriad model airplanes from tissue...

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An expansive view of tumbling sand and lasting memories
make seagulls swoop in broad paintbrush strokes
over brothers bonded by baseball and a broken home.

Within a sandcastle, two boys taste salt on their tongues,
a savory blend of pinky promises, dolphin sightings
and an acute ache for adventure. ...

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LEAVING BOYHOOD BEHIND


White shirt 'n' school tie to blue-collar, dress-code is changing with age
From schooldays to pay-days, from homework to hard work 
School bells and game playing to work's whistle and wage earning
With new mates, dirty jokes and smoking, oh where has my boyhood gone?

Seven-thirty...

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My eyes groaned , morning arrived, I realized,
Then a moment of dire shook my entire stiff body.
Did that night really happen? Did that happen to me? 
Was that a “gift” from my uncle Toddy?

I was high, couldn’t move, when he raised my back up and...

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Waterfalls here and there sprout (A)
From the bottom of the mountain (B)
Monkeys and apes are gamboling (C)
Comfortably, somewhere on the leafy soil (D)
On trees top, snacking from the wild fruit (A)
Gathered, seemed as they had a summit (A)

Somewhere wavering on the tree (E)
I were alone...

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I wanted to be a cowboy
So I put on a hat
Yet I never learned to ride a horse

I wanted to be a policeman
So I strapped on a toy gun
Yet I was to young to drive a car

I wanted to be a fireman
I put on a...

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KP hill commune
4 seasons promenade play
wonderland of friends...

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(an All Poetry feat to walk in 
the poetic feet of Robert Frost)

Bucolic New England, circa
Early twentieth century New England
awash with dynamic harmonic leisureliness,
when much of North America favored rustic

visual whirled wide webbed watercolor
waiting afield at dusk, the thrum
of nature all abuzz didst feed thine
dizzily...

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Tribute To Youth And The Days Imagination and Boyhood Dreams,
Poem One- Inspired by my own youth, also by Mark Twain's,
books, "Tom Sawyer" and his, " Adventures of Huckleberry Finn "...

To thee of beaming sun, virgin red clay
blessedly gifted, born in month of May
star of tender...

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written a long time ago

Aghast
Sans shutting the dresser fast
Lest drawing to cloths to the past.

Akin to dredging up sedimentary muck
That metaphors me whence getting stuck
During adolescence – which lasted decades 
each 'n to barreling driverless 

   heading toward 
   a garbage...

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A mind like an overcrowded nation
plagued by emotional congestion,
caused by the misguided traffic light of attraction,
just to nurture an unrealistic mission
with senses blinded by an adolescent vision
to peel more, the already growing lesion.

Causing a yearning of her attention
even if it’s just a fraction.
But this is...

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*** In the Dream Foretold *** A Devotion Series Poem

I am getting over paralysis from nerves twisted along my spine.  The agonies are
passing, but not gone, so I am standing, leaning over the kitchen sink; with great effort
I lean, wrapped in old towels while...

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These are early poems of mine, written as a high school student in the 10th grade. 

as Time walked by
by Michael R. Burch

yesterday i dreamed of us again,
when
the air, like honey,
trickled through cushioning grasses,
softly flowing, pouring itself upon the masses
of dreaming flowers...
then
the sly impish Hours
were...

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