Best Flurrying Poems

On a frigid winter evening, so still
that hot breath lingered around my face.

In snow sparklingly dry and crystalline
I encountered fresh-made footprints,
leading off my mostly trodden path.

The sun was low in evening's sky
creating long dark spectral shadows
that would all too soon be swallowed.
But for a moment...

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    When lotus  d u s k s
         are sequined with a gown
   of glittery s t a r s , 
    shying in a salsa of ...

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The soft snow flakes fall gently coating
the land which to white is turning.
Trees brushed white stand gleaming
as Christmas dawns with sunlight bursting.

A hush settles as people start stirring
emotions high, children in the snow delighting.
Soft and pristine white as the wind sets it flurrying
its touch a...

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Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining sockets,
    Express stupefied amazement at inconceivable 
  Abruptness  
   Of a former world...

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The still night seemed to amplify each sound
until each soft noise vibrated loudly. 
The torrid air mystic as it hovers bound
above the lake and leaping perch gleam ghostly. 

A night of light mist that distorts shapes
tricking the eye as I pass on my way.
Daggling leaves...

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For All That I Remembered
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved ...
and yet I hold her close within my thought:
I feel the burnished weight of auburn hair
that fell across her face, the apricot
clean scent...

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A Christmas Snow

Twinkle Christmas snowflake bright
Icy star so pure and white
Glistening in the winter sun
This season’s antics have begun

Twinkle Christmas snowflake pure
Glistening frosting so demure
In silence falls upon this land
Causing chaos where you can

Twinkle Christmas snowflake light
Flurrying down from out of sight
Creating with your gentle...

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Crisp evening breezes
neath gray flannel skies
Stardust reflections
in baby blue eyes
~
Snowflakes on eyelashes
icicle drips
Flurrying kisses
‘pon enchanting lips
~
Moonbeams enticing
a beautiful smile
Down feather whispers
melodic in style
~
Holding you close
below heavens above
This winter evening 
just falling in love
~...

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It was a wonderful, perfectly good, morning 
[When I shut off the alarm and slid out of bed], 
Until a broken shoelace screamed a forewarning 
And I got this sudden, overwhelming feeling of dread. 

My Keurig emitted a strange humming sound 
When I filled up...

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UNFINISHED  IN  CONNEMARA  


Small drizzle  -  or sea spray?
Wets the face - not enough to teardrop.


Above a cold damp brow,
Beads  edging down the black wool -
Not heavy enough to run, nor wet enough to drip.


Tiny Atlantic turbulence in my...

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A written word wistfully wrought into a compendium grim,
Of the darkling ravens beset upon the plutonian shores,
Hither did your shapeless muse invade our psyche and vapid minds dim,
Edgar has retired his effete quill yet still
it inscribes beyond our slumbering doors,

Into the ebony emptiness of a...

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So feather light is my soul today
That one kind breath of a word from you 
Sends me flurrying high with the breeze,
Carrying, extolling Creation's secret wisdom,
As the golden dandelion
Entrusts her children to the billowing,
Willow-swaying
Zephyrs.

I yield to the wonder of the warm wind’s caress,
My love pirouetting...

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Though unlived ages defter poets shall bring,
And blur all rhymes woven in my barren span;
May young pupil-scribes with like relish savor
These yellowing tropes as sworn zealots can. 

Despite the flurrying crop of many sharper wits,
Let new apprentices of fine art read these lines;
And gratefully gain...

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Morning is a bright looking florescent
that unfold splashes of sultriness;
thrilling luminosity blewing off saturnine 
incessantly each day you awake
to greet your pallid-cream face.

It shoot in succulents embrace
flurrying optimism and illusory hope
as fiery as your desires
just enough for a blade
to slash through depression
with unassailable sense.

Whilst to...

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Worried about the past reoccurring
Worried about the future, not that reassuring
Why does it burn so immensely?
Why does it hurt so lamentably?

Obviously, you don’t truly understand
Apparently, you don’t see where I stand
You don’t care and watch tv
While I suffer tremendously

You’re watching me suffer indecisively
You don’t care...

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