Best Burgeoned Poems

The first Magna Carta initiated and asserted, 
The people-centred philosophy which was budding:
‘Cos if the law is not a moral prescription of human rights, 
Then it's just an ego-trip for a any monarchy’s plights. 

After life’s origin with the big-bang, 
Came matter, plants and animals;
And...

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Such an interesting color, Rodger -
Green - like our mysterious calico eyes?
Yes?

You?
An idiot savant submits
into me - a blooming
garden of emerald delights? Like our
first encounter - regulated and raw (green).
Drawing our hunter-hued
curtains closed and tittering
in kelly green giggles;
until formidable patriarchs
silenced our chartreused lips
into a tongue-tied,...

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THE KINTA VALLEY
OR : Dreams of the Sleeping Man
        (Anthropomorphic name of a mountain profile viewed from The Valley)

The sleeping man dreams on in calm detachment
While in valley below activity's frenetic, prolific
Such motion mere noise in history's grand...

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Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer

Eden
by Michael R. Burch

Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the children eat?
Fruit indecently sweet,
redolent as incense, with a tempting aroma...



Outcasts
by Michael R. Burch

There was a rose, a prescient shade of...

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the Horror
by Michael R. Burch

the Horror lurks inside our closets
the Horror hides beneath our beds
the Horror hisses ancient curses
the Horror whispers in our heads

the Horror tells us Death is coming
the Horror tells us there’s no hope
the Horror tells us “life” is futile
the Horror beckons, “there’s...

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Blissfully unaware of the DANGER in the GARDEN
Flowers bloomed, blossomed and burgeoned the big way
But in vicinity of mankind, there is no leeway
Public in Park Picked, Plucked, Pulverizing Plethora of Petals.


18.12.2015



For 4 lines - Poetry Contest by  Silent One...

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I was crushed and miserable from love unfulfilled
Like a mourning dove whose blood had been spilled

I cried in deep lament as shadowed night grew cold
Sorrow burgeoned my heart with miseries untold

Overwhelmed with fear, l fell to somberly weeping
Wisps of silver moonlight crossed the sky, sweeping

It...

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There was a silver tree
Which shimmered under a moonlit night,
And eloped coyly whenever the sun wanted to kiss it.
 
Spring was every night
When the sky became murky blue,
The labyrinth of the gaudy leaves,
Would intrigue a palette to purge itself through a painter’s eyes,
A blind one...

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ISALE EKO  (LAGOS)

A rooster of discrete tongues
Culture, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's  spasmodic spitfire
To stupor, obloquy.
The hindmost geezer nestling,
Drenched in diaphoresis...

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My town nicknamed, ‘Mini Dubai’, burgeoned and branched
on the bank of Kanoli canal like a tamarind seed.

Now the silvered canal sprawls on its death bed.

Busy pedestrians walk down 
an ancient bridge built by the British.
As the traffic light has lost its eye balls,
a potbellied policeman...

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How long to wait? 
How long to stay?

Countless buds blossomed and withered away
Countless leaves fallen- emerald to auburn dry
Trees burgeoned high, kissed the sky
Spring, summer,autumn, winter and spring again
I count- day's bright and dark night again

The beat had halted long ago
Skin turned pale
Eyes dried up
No...

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Two and twenty springs
thick boughs and fragile twigs
hued in foilage's deep green
amidst the blossomed serene

pods burst,floated in wind,our seeds
and thousands and more leaves
drunk in life we poured in
danced to the breeze's tunes

Remember?
one fine early spring
sprout'd i,after long nursling
unfurled my newborn leaves
beheld astonished!

yards away you stood,a...

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There was a crowd, I recall, sometime somewhere
close to the edge of spring's fresh green burgeoned heath
and cold winter’s forest dark, I met you there.
A fresh blossom virgin white, lonely, beneath
the canopy of ancient oak, whose cold shade
could not becloud your so captivating shine
made conspicuous...

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Eternally Lovely now,
The Bride of my Dream of Gold.
And rolling down grassy slopes,
Whose smiling heart ne’er grew old.

Eternally Helpful, too
The Braid in my burgeoned beard
That round my loquacity ropes
And sees that I’m rightly reared.

Eternally wise and kind,
The Bread of His Life and strength
The Child of...

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Children already grown
Kisses already forgotten 
Plants already flowered
Flowers already burgeoned 
Forests depleted
Streams degenerated
Hear the desperate cries
Feelings already aged
Hearts already bruised
Souls already alienated
And lovers already gone
We have nothing left
The singing birds
The meowing cats
Always on our shoulders
And the naughty dogs
Barking sporadically
How presumptuous! How impertinent
The past won't come...

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