Best Indecipherable Poems

Hidden beauty resides not in the grace like charms
Of coy smiles 
Painted across a gentle Madonnas face.
Nor is she vested within the chastened vows
Of saintly...

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Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the...

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She searches  through his remnants
Trying to find her broken pieces
Had she been important to him?
She finds a single piece of yellowed paper
Her name written...

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I love you only because I love you
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I love you only because I love you;
I am torn between...

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I am full
Of emptiness
I long for longing
Crave contentment

The insensate pain
Of intangible touch
Indecipherable ciphers
Choreographed madness

Craggy comfort
Of blunt condolence
The decorum of anarchy
Deserted crowds, social solitude
Miles given to...

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Stained glass child, I see your window every day
A picture of innocence, purity being portrayed
Can’t tell if happy, such an expressionless face
As my black soul...

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You, looking at me
             Come and let me look closely
   ...

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7/3/2018
A waxing crescent moon shed a sliver of mystified light on the silhouette of the lonely shadow of a woman. 

She sat cross legged on...

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The change is slowly coming
like murder in the back alley.
It won't be neat or sweet, but
messy, and the moon will reflect in the cardinal pools.
The...

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“But none of these things move me; nor do I count my life dear 

Unto myself, so that I may finish my race with joy....”...

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she arrives 
parting these prison waves 
the terrible jolting crash 
of release 
shocking noise 
this lucid vision 
of you 

all too kind 
to fault 
all...

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It has no 
color 
             No flavor 
     ...

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A skating I go
On the thin ice of life.
A skating I go 
On the thin ice of love.

On the fine sheet of ice, I draw...

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Sonnet LXXXI-LXXXIX

Day, and Night
by Michael R. Burch

The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters;
her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms.
And we who rise each day to...

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a crimson ball of fire
descending in the unknown
mirroring on the roaring seas,

lofty mountains standing undeterred
silhoeutting enchantingly against the blushing azure,

glimpses of trio of birds
their flight,...

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