Best Michigan Poems

I used to call Michigan my sweet home,
growing up used to camp by Lake Erie,
now this state has left me sad and alone,
honestly there’s nothing left there for me.

Jet’s Pizza was my most favorite food,
Jimmy’s Coney Island every Tuesday,
now all the loss and death has...

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I look upon the water glittering and bright, white caps flashing, dancing diamonds in the light 

The breeze is strong, crisp and clear. Boats abound jibing sails dotted far and near 
A flash of white and screeching cry, seagulls appear racing through the sky
Sun on...

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“GO BLUE!” I hear the crowd scream, 
the fans all get excited and blow off steam-
University of Michigan rocks college football, 
as the Wolverines prevail and Ohio State falls. 

Maize and Blue with Michael Jordan jumpman, 
jerseys to die for, everyone dressed in the stands-
A...

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A TRIBUTE TO PRINCE FROM PONTIAC, MICHIGAN
Driving a new Colorado Storm into the City with the radio disc jockey playing a song of Prince.
The sky is clear and the sun is shining.
I feeling good irregardless.  
Of course, he will be missed.

It seems like life...

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Mute forests, harmony with nature some prefer
Intimate times in her lakes and fields
Cities, huge, cramped, cacophonic clamor
Hit the forest every weekend
Is still pure, when you go "way up there"
Great untouched woods of the north
Another cannot compare with the Great Lakes Splendor
None need try, none need...

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Abstrusely they spoke about things unknown.
They figured she understood because she responded within knowledge given by the Lord.

Never could she state what was meant.
She countered innately.

She rejoined her past.
Her findings were that someone, other than herself, revamped yesterday.

How does history repeat?
Atrocious is this cruelty.

What went...

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Our old Plymouth wagon sits junked in the yard
Collecting pine needles and rust
Ten years of abuse and driven too hard
Now an eyesore, the neighbors might fuss

Chrysler Corporation was not at their best
Before Iacocca, I think
"Car lot got flooded but we did a road test."
The salesman...

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Just as mirror of the sea,
 Lake Michigan’s shinning big.
 Boats are passing with the sails –
 summer has refreshing air.
 
Ideal shallow to swim water –
 heated, crystal air vibrates,
 at trees people sit in shades,
 some are playing on fine sand.
 
Shining with...

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One day, I saw a very unusual thing
in a business newspaper I was perusing.
It was a brief story present on the front page.
A taxpayer considered this thing an outrage.
He was a very honest and straightforward man,
an American from the island of Saipan.
This is a territory...

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We may have high crime rates, but there's nothing like living by the Great Lakes.


I live in Detroit Michigan

Where I Live Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
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M ishigama my love,
I nto your water wonderland of brook trout and deer I
C an hear the cherubic song of chirping robin and rustling pine.
H eavenly harbors and pristine beaches shape a welcoming hand
I nfused with indigo lakes and teeming streams while three
G reat lakes...

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Just as bees squeeze like watermelon seeds
Spit across apricot fields
My wife and I on Friday
Join the lines of highways up north

Pulled by hilltops to the Leelanau blue sky

Where lakes stir in the wind at the citrus rims
Of wine valleys below
And cherry orchards blossom in row...

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Coast to Coast

The sun ascends over the Great Lakes
Settles back into the indigo depths
Flight of a copper swan shore to shore
With her sweeping wing tips skimming

Commanding
The azure locks of eternity to open
Gather her iron-ore souls from the cliffs
That lift along the turquoise bays

Arise
Our northern Holy...

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Millie's Christmas Wish
Winter Vacation was coming
The kids were all set
They were thinking of Christmas
And the gifts they would get

But, Millie sat waiting
Thinking of nothing but snow
Watching the class clock
That was moving so slow


They did arts and crafts
Made cute cards for their folks
Sang old Christmas songs
And...

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Arms and legs peddling struggling
I tread
In the middle of the lake

There is 300 feet of blue water
Between the soles of my feet
And the 10,000 year old dance floor beneath.

Torch Lake never gives up her dead.

The lake’s bottom is pocked
With springs bursting as jets from Middle...

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