Best Drainpipe Poems

Every morning and evening, I happen to watch parrots, 
A pandemonium always adorns my guava tree;
Each parrot seems unique, having its very quaint merits,
Like angelic...

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When we think of traveling we most often think of going from one location to another. That’s good but I sometimes like to return in...

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Way back in the nineteen fifties
When Charlie grew out of his toys,
He fancied having an active life
So he joined the Teddy Boys.

He wore drainpipe jeans,...

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I oiled the card of daily being
splashing the paint from glass; I pointed
slanting cheekbones of ocean streaming
on plate of jelly, I was joyed
to read the...

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A LEAPING ACQUAINTANCE

O ask me if a friend is mine for keeping
And I will scroll down her countenance in years
To show acquaintance that’s a target...

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In a sudden nodding shift,
I was lifted into the air by the hard wings of the Devil
His putrid stench waking me from what seemed all...

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Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch

Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.

Here I am,...

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Shuffling along a painted line
Marking dates of measured time
A wary way off the path,
where wayward footsteps dare to pass

Round wires' razor-sharp divide
Red-tailed hawks circle long...

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Down the drainpipe the water clanged,
flowing in loud torrents,
pit-ter-pat-ter the metal sang
a sad and sorrowful lament. 

The sky had burst with tears of woe
and sparrow...

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Mum.

People come from all walks of life
some clever, daft and fun.
Some are tall and drainpipe like
and some are like my mum.
She's only small and cuddly
rounded...

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Love laps at the shore of my heart. 
Kinetically connected to kindness 
my soul basks sumptuously in the 
sunshine of creation. 

All thoughts of bitterness...

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You don’t need it
The sun is better
Feed yourself by any means
Because her flawless skin is softer
Walk
The smell of fresh leaves is more divine
Don’t worry
You don’t...

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Poems about Poems (I)



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~underwater~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles...
Both...

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Prose Poems II
by Michael R. Burch

These are prose poems (is that an oxymoron?) and experimental poems...



briefling
by Michael R. Burch

manishatched, hopsintotheMix, cavorts, hassex (quick!, spawnanewBrood!); then,...

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Lonely teardrops
snake down her cheeks
as she sits alone in a crowd
breaking down the barriers
between life and death
while watching her life's blood
drip slowly down a rusty...

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