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...

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Somewhere a hand is reading out loud
a Dickinson,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Was I a bit too real for you
too raw, like meat bleeding on the butcher’s block
too honest like an angel
as I stripped the skin from...

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