Best Sags Poems

Skulking between the thinning clumps 
Of tattered sedge
A balding coot despondently calls,
Scratching Blackbirds scutter deeply 
Into a Hawthorn hedge;
Whilst, creeping stealthily,
Gathering darkness onwardly crawls.

The blackened...

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white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
     stroked by cracks
         ...

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My teeth have gotten crooked.
My eyes sport puffy bags.
My lashes lost their lushness
And my neck, once taut, now sags.

My wrinkles now have cousins
Come to line...

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***This was perhaps my saddest write after seeing images of homeless and starving children in Romania on the tele; I truly believe that no matter...

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Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we...

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Okay we've all cracked the funnies
Joked about what's gone and what's still there.
How everything sags or wilts
Doesn' t work or is in a state of...

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Where the hell’s my glasses
I can’t see where your ass is
I can't even see what became of all my hair
Can’t seem to recall 
One single...

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Winter's Rose

white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
     stroked by cracks
        ...

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Lettie died, the house is empty,
No one in the family left.
Flowered sheets once used as curtains
Faded now by brilliant sunlight
Rot and crumble to the floor.
Beer...

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The chill of morning, children yawning,
I am tired, the blush of dawning has me
feeling ill at ease, my spirit sags,
I barely reach the second floor.
'When...

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Winter
by Michael R. Burch

The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.

The lilac of...

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Oh thee! Of feathered frock
Bird of paradise – thee are not
For you wobble when you walk
And gobble – gobble - while you talk

Oh thee! ...

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A Ghost Story


"Goodnight my dear", Mother said
As I lied upon the old bunk bed 
"Don't close the door"
I used to say, as she would turn...

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Love is a like a long weekend

Sleeps in and phone  muted

No one else is important but themselves

Window shopping on a Saturday

Drinking wine during an...

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Stands  up when He whispers in your ear

Falling down year after tear

Waiting in line till it's your turn

Being shown the door and the shade...

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