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...

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Crying River (The Untold Ballad) 

Undercover waters of rain dash
Cold children, no smiling splash
Tragic sobs, epic force of the mountain rain
Beautiful as it may seem...

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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...

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He worked at the local newspaper office.
I worked for his employer’s wife as a mother’s helper.
He had served his apprenticeship 
and was now a full...

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“Support your local poet please”
Said the man with hand out and down on one knee
I’m down on my luck
And for only a buck
My humble verses...

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i am from you have to work for it
from worthless and invisible
i am from hatred.

i am from 7
from black and white
i am from not begin...

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Sand in sheets
scuffing skin and reminding 
last nights attire reaks like bonfire
 a hundred days like this 
   a sea of endless laughs...

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In Michigan, the weather can change for the worst in October.
This particular Halloween came a blizzaring.
The lights went out and in a dark, dark room,...

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Looking for my Agnes


Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the...

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Balanced and perfect!

Always standing up for me.

Teaching me manners. Oh, how I fussed!!

Having French braids every summer. 

My shorts and tops had to match.

Teaching me to...

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Let me explain the numbers I see
The first chart illustrates the five states that flipped
Notice how close the totals are
So, when folks dismiss the evidence...

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They don’t believe the Earth is dying
Slowly, painfully, day by day
They think that money can fix the problems
For the few they admit, they sit and...

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~A Salute to Wind~

Ah, the wind in the trees!
Bends lovingly about to hug my knees.
And the whoosh of their leaves,
brings back multitudinous memories.

Of  being sixteen...

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The Willful Wind

Ah, the wind in the trees! 
Bends lovingly to hug my knees.
And the whoosh of their leaves, 
brings back multitudinous memories.

Of  being sixteen...

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The Chicago winds blew the soft, dark blue
satin drapes.
It was the spring of our passion.

Why do tears fall now, with you in a cold grave?
I...

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