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Best Sickled Poems

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Ceremony of Blood-Bath
CRISES IN THE DESERT


written in the effect of religious crisis in Nigeria


Our heart received the message
And tensions well-positioned themselves in the sky.
Heads sought refuge at...

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Categories: sickled, deathreligious, religious,
Form: Burlesque



Love Left Nothing To Confess
-Love left nothing to confess-
On two worn crutches
Our love wobbles in
See her heart how cold she trembles
Wheelchair romance lying unassembled

The problems came when nothing said
Comes...

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Categories: sickled, break up,
Form: Free verse
A Cold Breeze Walked By.
Trudging forth from benieth the depths.
                   ...

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Categories: sickled, angst, passion,
Form: I do not know?
The Human Race Autopilot-Ing
The heart of the mountain burst into the endless sea
And here lies the ash in the salt we are washed
Black and white and the grey...

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Categories: sickled, dark,
Form: Lyric
Destiny, Is Calling Me
....And we knew that life was not our own ?
Kiss the sky her moon she waits; diamond formations
Pearly gates there is no verse to claim...

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Categories: sickled, angel, baby, love,
Form: I do not know?



Ballad.
Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie...

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Categories: sickled, angst, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form: Ballad
Halloween Poems
It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If...

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Categories: sickled, children, grave, halloween, horror,
Form: Rhyme
Gypsy Widow's Revenge
Back when the sweet summer aromas tease the nose
And soulful beach breezes blow
A civic hurricane of hate grows

With the moon hanging sickled
Over the Eucalyptus leaves
Two...

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Categories: sickled, adventure, devotion, lost love,
Form: I do not know?
Juvenilia: Early Poems Ix
Juvenilia: Early Poems IX

These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school student and during my first two years of...

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Categories: sickled, boy, child, childhood, high
Form: Rhyme
Ballad.
Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie...

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Categories: sickled, angst, life, loss, lovedeath,
Form: Ballad
Rock
Sturdy and firm it stands,
Against season and times,
Against the tide of climes,
In its ambience, there're no sinking sands.

Its strength is unrivalled,
It’s a mystery that is...

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Categories: sickled, adventure, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Life As a Dream.
If life was dream
Sculpted by death to trace
Within its bound a clarity
Undone by an impassioned heart.

Perhaps death too was a dream
Sculpted by life in fire
On...

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Categories: sickled, philosophydeath, death, life,
Form: I do not know?
Steps
the steps i've been chasing get lost in the shadows
but my eyes are adjusting so i know where i won't go
i'm safe over here i'm...

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Categories: sickled, age, childhood, growing up,
Form: I do not know?
Steps Part 2
mumma's trynna get my head 
out of the mainstream
She said you gotta come on out
despite what you believe
make sense of all these sounds
the screaming while...

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Categories: sickled, childhood, growth, mother, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?
Stormy Monday
Sheet whites billow into balloons
then thin to sickled moons; light
oozing out in an opaline Day-Glo…

Rich mist spreads, spraying wider
milk-bright swirls of a snowstorm…
Yetling wind turns...

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Categories: sickled, winter,
Form: Imagism

Book: Reflection on the Important Things