Best Inhumanly Poems

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I cried and bewailed 
while staring at mother’s peaceful yet painful face
in the casket she...

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Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the clapboard slap of tide,
the clockwork shock of wave on rock,
the motion creation stirs within?

Originally published by The Lyric. Keywords/Tags: poetry,...

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It’s like a lamb to the slaughter
The thing is she KNEW
KNEW that beneath the alluring smile
And enigmatic eyes
Lay
A monster.
A demon.
Inhuman cold skin cluing in
The lamb
Her shepherd leads you to Hell.
But she’s drawn in 
By seductive looks
Her hands shook
As she placed her heart
In the demon’s paw.
Sinful...

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Why are these referred to as Deadly?
They kill the body, crush the spirit,
Alter one's mind, make over your being,
Deal with others inhumanly, defy the law
And the inspired prophetic Word of God!

As long as the earth remains, there is 
Seed time and harvest, so being a...

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Some humans are foxes
let them sit and reflect
before a fox of men
they were fragile babies

Some humans are inhuman
let them shut eyes and see
before acting inhumanly
they were humane

Some humans are angry cocks
let them cool down and check
before behaving as angry cocks
they were talon-less chicks

No one is...

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These are poems about starlight and moonlight, moons and stars, dreams and visions, illuminations and intimations …



Will There Be Starlight
by Michael R. Burch 

Will there be starlight
tonight
while she gathers
damask
and lilac
and sweet-scented heathers?

And will she find flowers, 
or will she find thorns
guarding the petals
of roses unborn?...

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Rejection Slips 3

Rejection Slip
by Michael R. Burch

Whenever my writing gets rejected,
I always wonder how the rejecter got elected.
Are we exchanging at the same Bourse?
(Excepting present company, of course!)

When editors reject my poems, did I slip up, or did they? Is their slip showing, or is...

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Water Music 
Dribble dribble…and a bit more, then it 
is morning after a restless night. 
Outside a cold sun and icy wind; leaves,
many big enough to over vital parts,
and have the colour of unhealthy urine,
dance frantically about, not a decorous last dance 
but a crazy...

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Lozenge
by Michael R. Burch

When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a lozenge of sugar.

When I held you in my arms, I did not feel
our lack of completeness,
knowing how...

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No, no, no, no — We will not endure these tortures
Of the ferocious Human beings on us, not any more.
We, Mosquitoes, are the best amongst all creatures
Who remain not idle, accept whatsoever we procure.

The Humans, inhumanly, label us to be the basest
Of creatures and formulate...

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The terror that flee at night
A devil that lurks in the mind
A call to the sales girl
 Destiny wasted
A step in the dark room
Dungeon of setbacks.
.
A dream of a Doctor
Tuned down to a wanderer
Shattered through your hunger
Hunger for lust,rave,bad desires
A lasting scene
.
Called a father to...

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Dark, enigmatic, created world
The natural realm of fairies and elves
Visited untimely by children of men
Heroes, saviors, and spirits undone
Fantasy lives inhumanly lost 
Behind unsung valorous deeds
Smoky breathed creatures of tooth and scale
Crossing the boundaries of nearly impossible
Slain by strange power
Destroyed by bright courage
In fiery desperation...

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From the darkness he comes
His skin is darkened and his eyes tinged red
He is feral, a predator
Ageless and powerful
Staring at you in a trance
Vulture-like hunger in his filmy eyes
The thrumming of your blood
Vibrating through his body
He lunges at you with a soft moan
Grabs you in...

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Lullabies are for babies
too hard to understand by an adult
so let me write a  song in story
of a girl
who has a little too much to understand.. 

And those little minutes felt like forever,like it's perpetuity
Ripping away all sense of normality

like the last crumbs of an...

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Striped clothes 
Pants, shirts, hats, and shoes 
Even little shoes of little ones
Piled up all together 
In that gas chamber  

Once those pants hid inhumanly scars
Once those shirts hung loose from skeletons 
Once those hats covered shaved heads 
Once those shoes housed bloody feet...

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