Best Gayest Poems

The Soul Errand
To Sir Walter Raleigh Tomb.

Since my soul shall though go
Upon a thankless arrent too
I fear not to touch the best so
The truth shall be my warrant through 
I went since I need must die 
To gave the world the lie.

I say to the...

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Into Darkness She Had So Sadly And Swiftly Fallen
( A Very Sad Tale With No Fairytale Ending )

There in the dark cold room, emptiness and sorrow
Hung like a noose awaiting its next dying soul
Like youth that dares not to wait for next tomorrow
Was that broken...

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Garment of Life

Will you choose
The threads of love
To weave your garment of life?
Perhaps you'll only see
The strands of grey defeat
Wretched with sadness
And weave a garment too heavy to bear?
Or will you find the threads
Of life's passion
And weave a fiery garment
Of the brightest colours
In the gayest...

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Salve
by Michael R. Burch

for the victims and survivors of 9-11

The world is unsalvageable ...
but as we lie here
in bed
stricken to the heart by love
despite war’s
flickering images,

sometimes we still touch,

laughing, amazed,
that our flesh
does not despair
of love
as we do,

that our bodies are wise

in ways we refuse
to comprehend,
still...

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Erotic Errata
by Michael R. Burch

I didn’t mean to love you; if I did,
it came unbid-
en, and should’ve remained hid-
den!

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Less Heroic Couplets: Marketing 101
by Michael R. Burch

Building her brand, she disrobes,
naked, except for her earlobes.

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Negligibles
by Michael R. Burch

Show me your most intimate items of apparel;
begin with...

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It's dark.
Even through closed lids I've perceived the
monotonous treachery 
the day has in store.
I suppress a moan within my chest,
and my bones creak with illusory age.
Another dawn which is not
impedes upon my shallowest slumber.
The persistent knockings of raindrops
voice my doubts and shortcomings
of the day ahead.
How...

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Sammi is a delicate blossom frolicking in gayest blooms,
Analogous to a fragile rose amidst world’s boring dooms; 
Manifold lusters issue forth from her magnanimous heart,
Manifesting the rare glamor fair flowers show only in part,
Imitating with aped arts her truer merits in borrowed spurt!...

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How would it feel having no single woe to bear,
In that sooty heart oft stung by ceaseless tear?
Wouldn't the sobs-accustomed soul court pain,
To save those melancholic rhythms in its stain?

It's abnormal for usually teary eyes not to cry,
For that erstwhile crestfallen spirit not to sulk.
Used...

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When I was younger I would wish my brother to death
Today, I love him to death
When I was younger God wasnt even a thought in my head
Now I think of him everynight before I go to bed
When I was younger I would cry for hours...

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Erotic Poems I

Marketing 101
by Michael R. Burch

Building her brand, she disrobes,
naked, except for her earlobes.


Erotic Errata
by Michael R. Burch

I didn’t mean to love you; if I did,
it came unbid-
en, and should’ve remained hid-
den! 


Mini-Ode to Stamina
by Michael R. Burch

When you’ve given so much
that I can’t...

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A while ago,—you seemed a fantasy—
and like a fragmentary apparition
or a flutter flitting past my faint cognition
—to my buzzing thoughts: you the rose, I the bee. 

And though my hiving mind, admittedly,
swarmed all around a phony superstition,
(you—o’ flower), yet,—(and, malintution?
aside;)—you roused in me the gayest...

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