Best Soirees Poems

I ask of the night why it slips into my bedroom and
extinguishes Earth's light,
He replied softly "I'm a jealous lover and my shade
of evening lies down beside you, as we bid the
augustness of the sun adieu."

I laugh and weep at the same time,
as I'm in...

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Somewhere a hand is reading out loud
a Dickinson, a leather-worn journal
recording daily life’s soirees,
memorizing rain and shielding little girl’s eyes
from the blasting words of the sun.

Somehow someone reaches
from...

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“Oh Emma, my cherished and unholy soulmate;
Woman of air! Raw phrases leap with love and hate.
Behind glasses seethes a romantic, daring the night
August child of gothic verse, lines we all recite.

Yet , when soirees roll, your flame the men desire;
It surprises me how that glance...

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My dream shines brightly with ambitious gleam,
And in my heart, its vivid brilliance rivals even sunbeam.

I dream to be among the ranks of landowners,
To have thousands of acres and a hanseatic house,
Adorned with colorful feathered grouse,
And lush gardens fit for soirees and dinners,
Gazebos hosting bands...

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I still remember the day -
first time she looked into me.
She was quite a beguiling beauty
enriched with miracles of nature.
Within a single look, a connection 
was developed between us
as I was quite a charmer myself.
I enjoyed her company very much
as she frolicked in front of...

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Sweet Home


From the tense of turbulence you profer comfort,
from the tests of time you offer abode,
Will all the fortresses of home refer incline?
Will all the fortitudes of hope adversity sublime?
The ocean of pleasure thou are; forever will I clamour instill,
The mission of leisure sweet amass;...

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Stagefright!

I take the mic, ready to start my set
I can just see their faces, the laughs that I’ll get
People still milling and taking their places
No empty seats, no empty spaces.

I’ve waited for years to get my shot.
Headlining this place, Finally! Top spot.
Ducking and diving I’ll...

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Short weekends and long weekdays
School’s out then it’s onto résumés and workdays
Mondays dragging on through to Fridays
Long commutes on highways, subways and tramways
Toiling for okays, some praise and hopefully a raise

Soirees and negligees for Saturdays
Aspiring to bouquets so enchanting in a vase
Before you know it’s...

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Poems of Recanted Bachelorhood

bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u
are
charming
& disarming,
but mostly ALARMING
since my resolve
dissolved!

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Disconcerted
by Michael R. Burch

Beth, my sweet,
fresh as a daisy,
when I’m with you
my heart beats like crazy
& my future gets hazy ...

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What Goes Around, Comes
by Michael R. Burch

This is a poem about loss
so why do...

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LOVE POEMS III by Michael R. Burch

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, relationships, devotion and marriage. 


Violets
by Michael R. Burch

Once, only once,
when the wind flicked your skirt
to an indiscrete height

and you laughed,
abruptly demure,
outblushing shocked violets:

suddenly,
I knew:
everything had...

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Sea breeze swaying trees
A slow waltz of what's to come
Open-air soirees...

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Kin
by Michael R. Burch

O pale, austere moon,
haughty beauty ...

what do we know of love, 
or duty?



Daredevil
by Michael R. Burch

There are days that I believe
(and nights that I deny)
love is not mutilation.

Daredevil, dry your eyes.

There are tightropes leaps bereave:
taut wires strumming high
brief songs, infatuations.

Daredevil, dry your...

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She had aspirations
Wanted to belong
Hung out in swanky clubs
With the creme de la creme
That percentile with pure blue blood
Attended all the soirees
She dressed the part
Loved to strut her stuff
Never turning down a challenge
She blew till she was blue
A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta...

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Another quaint conversation
with Les C. Moore


Boy, I tell you,
people who say they don’t want more problems,
sure got a funny way of praying
They always be asking the Lord
for more of this and that
Get another pay raise,
and another job title feather
on their boss straw hat
More work responsibility...

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I Loved You
by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
translation by Michael R. Burch

I loved you ... perhaps I love you still ...
perhaps for a while such emotions may remain.
But please don’t let my feelings trouble you;
I do not wish to cause you further pain.

I loved you ... thus...

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