Best Murmurous Poems

Here they are before me, 
   surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
      Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
   these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
      stand heavenly before my eyes.

Their...

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Clinging at the boundary of the universe;
if it can be called a boundary at all,
is an androgynous infinity whose murmurous echo 
ripples the silence of ancient marble corridors.
The once sonorous booming, a mere relic, yet
etched still in the arcane runes of forgotten civilizations;
encoded, lies dazzling...

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I felt our trouble brewing like a raging wind
and I, helpless to escape its stinging wrath.
In long dark corridors where he had sinned
I watched him crawling down an arcane path.

His murmurous mumblings I could not hear,
though echoed in a gravelly sonorous voice.
I knew instinctively there...

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It is surreal to me.
Corridors of dazzling colours.
Sonerous gurgling from hidden streams.
I must be in a gorgeous dream.
Murmurous whisperings of fairies.
In arcane little dwellings.
Or are they in the bulbous swellings
of unopen water lilies?
Far off I spy two beautiful fillies.
Until I stroke their silky manes.
In case...

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Different corridors different thoughts,
Passageways of the mind,
Journeys into the unknown,
Step inside what surreal bizarre,
Captivating stories it tells,
A lifetime of arcane mysterious secrets, 
Concealed forever within the heart and thoughts
Some enchanting beauty, some to wonder,
Some so obscure best not to number,
Deeper inside into the murmurous chamber,
With...

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In the porch of my house
Is hung a cage, small
In it dwells two inhabitants
Ounces of flesh in feathered coats
Two Finches, a male and a female

The vastness of the sky being denied
Do they live in regret?
Do they have dark remorse?
Do they miss the fair fields?
Do they...

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Through the corridors of time you travel 
Just a gorgeous twinkle in a tenuous universe
So surreal to see you trip in my minds eye 
Twirling into view like a dirvish of arcane times
Chanting in a Murmurous whisper incantations
then with a sonorous thunder clap she's gone...

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I have questions...
questions I seem to have stored in a jar
a collection seen as emptiness from afar
to these arcane corridors of secrets life has assured
My voice may be murmurous at best
lacking the presence of someone who is sonorous
who's voice is superfluous
but that's not going to...

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In my mind the gallery is vast and dreamy,
The corridors are full of whispers calling;
I open a door to a land green and steamy.

It seems a thousand birds are in trees leafy,
Their wild sonorous song like violins whining;
In my mind the gallery is vast...

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There’s more than the eye can see

Gorgeous beauty revealing enormous constellations

Deep in the vast of time between the murmurous of generations

Sonorous sounds escape through hummed earth whispers and fade

Silent surreal piety beauty veil in transparent silk tulle shade

Trapped in an illusion in the depths of...

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Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer

Eden
by Michael R. Burch

Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the children eat?
Fruit indecently sweet,
redolent as incense, with a tempting aroma...



Outcasts
by Michael R. Burch

There was a rose, a prescient shade of...

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Silently, my breath aligns chi centers
as I reach a dazzling state of harmony ;
when quiet, murmurous  drift brings  me
to corridors of an unknown  vortex
beyond ceiling of  stars  arcane, where
a  swirling trance  pervades my essence...
 the howl from ...

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There she was…
Walking through the corridors and into his room…
Breathtakingly gorgeous like his mother’s garden of roses.
Her scent soothes him during the sad days of winter.
Believe it or not, she has broken his heart many times,
and all those times he has forgiven her with grace.
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As Samuel saw vaulted Xanadu of Kublai Khan fame
In smoke-filled corridors of sweat-drenched Opium-eaters
Did I spy a vision so surreal as to render all my sentient senses to nought
And to replace them with a miasma of arcane thoughts.

I glimpsed of things most unimagined through vaporous...

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Please, Do You Have Double Vision?

My gorgeous body swipes with acceptance my entirety, 
Loves my mind, its monumental triumphs and dark corridors,   
Liaisons with winds which passion causations of complexity, 
Wets my sweated brow with trickles of sweetly scented odours. 

This destination is...

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