Best Harrows Poems

to my kindred soul
...i know you are out there
somewhere on the other side
across cobblestone streets
that scorn my feet, like hearts
on the pathways and wrong turns
of so called love

i've been kissed
but not by your lips
nor with the same passion
as the skies at dawn

i've been wrapped
in the...

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Like a stigma waiting for the pollen
Like nectar waiting for the bee
Like groom longing while in heaven
My love, I wait for thee

Like the crop yearning for gentle rain
Like waves longing for the shore
Like love longing for summer O again
My love, I long for you more

And...

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Written: November 10, 2023, For Edward Ibeh Contest 
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As if to atone, I gaze into the obscurity of my soul.
When I glance back, I feel vulnerable, as in a hole.
A thrilling and...

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Sappho fragment #155
translation by Michael R. Burch 

A short revealing frock?
It's just my luck
your lips were made to mock!

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Sappho fragment #156
translation by Michael R. Burch 

She keeps her scents
in a dressing-case.
And her sense?
In some undiscoverable place.

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Sappho #47
translation by Michael R. Burch 

Eros harrows my heart:
wild...

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The First Valentine Poem

Charles d’Orleans (1394-1465) has been credited with writing the first Valentine poem for his wife in 1415. Charles wrote the first Valentine poem in the first year of his captivity while being held prisoner in the Tower of London. 

My Very Gentle...

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We never thought, Life could be this easy,
Cooking up variety, like we’re making jalfrezi,
Smoking clouds the mind and harrows the heart,
Prevention is the cure, so in the end; don't start.

‘Cause we believe in no scag days, in no scag days,
Free yourself from the haze, from...

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The once rich fields lay fallow now
Spared of the harrows blade
Abundant crops but memories
The grasses long since hayed

The old farm tractor, silent now
Still sadly stands in wait
Dressed in a red brown coat of rust
Unyielding to it's fate

12/26/2011...

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POEMS ABOUT EROS AND CUPID

These are translations of ancient Greek poems about Eros. Eros was the Greek counterpart of the Roman god Cupid. While today we tend to think of Cupid as an angelic cherub shooting arrows and making people fall in love, the ancient...

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The guilt, it etches
deep into the soul
why is it that I
want what I
can't have


The shame, it harrows
your psychological well being
what is it
that makes it so


I am on my knees in
the garden of my Eden
wondering where
I've gone wrong


Really I am
on my knees in repentance
wallowing in a...

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LOVE POEMS I by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, a first date and dating, a first crush, a first girlfriend and sweetheart, marriage, a significant other, and an old flame. 



Sappho,...

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Poems of Recanted Bachelorhood

bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u
are
charming
& disarming,
but mostly ALARMING
since my resolve
dissolved!

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Disconcerted
by Michael R. Burch

Beth, my sweet,
fresh as a daisy,
when I’m with you
my heart beats like crazy
& my future gets hazy ...

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What Goes Around, Comes
by Michael R. Burch

This is a poem about loss
so why do...

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There goes Pochahontas bent.
Sent with flaming arrows.
All that anger's meant to vent.
Just for faming harrows.

Lost to others who were sent.
Darrring Blaming sparrows.
Cost of all who met their fate
sought for claiming parrows.

All that land was meant to be.
Tribes of mainly darrows.
Lost to others much more fit.
flagrant...

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When gray, we are away
 From light that brightly shines
 As if around under a cloud
 We roam, spirit forlorn.
 Our thoughts turn inward
 And we dwell in a well
 Of self righteous indignation
 Which harrows down to our bone marrow
 And sap our energy...

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Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay
cuz, earlier this July forth
     two thousand eighteen ja way
windows closed, doors locked, and

     car keys visibly splayed
     on driver seat oye vay
feel free to call me...

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The laugh like cry of the April woodpecker happy in the early spring,
And the dry harsh note of the Jay, awaken the forests and everything,
The dusky wings of rook’s glance in the sun, they are so timid and coy,
Chased off from sown fields and hedges...

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