Best Diadems Poems

Jack Frost, Jack Frost, how we feel your icy touch.
The earth lies under your freezing clutch.
You are a sneaking thief coming to steal the russet sun,
And mercilessly take away all our outdoor fun.

Fluffy snowflakes on feathery wings unfurled,
Fall gently and silently over the sleeping world.
First...

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O ever changing sky, blue-gray and maudlin
your mood and unsettled ways, meld with mine.
Clouds seem but blemishes upon horizons
as weary as the soot smudged cheeks of urchins.
Bruised in hues at once fresh with pain and longing,
not yet healed by the riper rise of next day’s...

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As my youth goes yonder her beauty says to me yet, bet, yea,
in my mouth the word beautiful becomes a flavor of valor,
she likes to whisper moments of sad love & tender tragedy
into the ears of quiet poets as they trace the perfection of the...

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"Peace in the Nowhere"

Ghosts remain in this place
they read their words 
marked each day on walls
like prayers, it gives them
peace in the nowhere

someplace relevant to go

Ghosts commune in this place
disowned long ago or walked
off the edge home, they scry
in pooled reflections drinking in
lost intelligence through...

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What pushes my pen in this whimsical notch of the world?

   Something whispers to me like an elder dream....
  
   and the trees hang arbored 'oer a little stream of sea,

   the feathered folk flit and flute,

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Zircon’s Fire

Flames of deep amber glint in zircon fire
          Brilliant crystals smolder
      In conflagration’s desire
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 The moon invites romantic hearts
 To ride moonbeams as kissing starts
 The heavens sewn in gleaming hems
 The stars they shine like precious gems

 From galaxies light years away
 The stars are there, and there to stay
 Adorned like queens in diadems
 The stars...

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The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices the sky
upon the crust of frozen snow diadems arise. 

Glittering crowns crest maple trees, diamond on the bough
they bring a beauty and a peace no soul can disavow.

The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices...

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Let Me Give Her Diamonds
by Michael R. Burch

Let me give her diamonds
for my heart's
sharp edges.

Let me give her roses
for my soul's
thorn.

Let me give her solace
for my words
of treason.

Let the flowering of love
outlast a winter
season.

Let me give her books
for all my lack
of reason.

Let me give her...

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It is night yet in the West
   and the planes land between listlessly burning tarmac lamps
   stealthy fingers scurrying through diadems of neons  halogens and amber
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A little quiet hill
Sitting very still
With a modest pride
Slanted curve aside.

Every tree's tappered stems
Adorned starry diadems
Glistening dew of morn
The dawn of a day born.

Sweetly they slept
While then there wept
The fallen leaves
To which silence heaves.

The crystal air to skim
The rough edges within
And the leafy shelves
Refresh themselves.

Round...

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LOVE POEMS II

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Baudelaire translations have become popular with the pros ? **** stars and escort services!



Le Balcon (The Balcony)
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Too long, my soul,
Uninvited city noise
And fleeting seconds
Separates us 
Then robs us of moments
To meet through blended rhapsodies
In pure hues of solitude 
And soft shades of serenity
Yet, reassuring arms gather us into
A bright hallowed heaven sent sanctum,
Bidding rest with folded hands in sacred stillness
When I...

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They are nothing
if not taciturn--these sprit travelers.
They do not shock, or ridicule,
for  they are single-minded in their quest
for timeless realms where magic dragons play
and roar for joy that cannot be contained--
unless they are ignored for brighter flames
that drown the seas around their mystic shore.

They...

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The cliffs were very high in Euthyphro's dream ----

   so aloft they seemed many a mile of mystery upon mystery.....

   and cities of pillars and mighty pallisades, and ghost-mists

   walking with history in their hands;


With diadems of their many...

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