Best Stonewalled Poems

Limericks II - Nature Poems and Animal Poems

Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even one spot!"



Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of...

Continue reading...

Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even one spot."



Stage Craft-y
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a dromedary
who befriended a crafty canary.
Budgie said, "You can’t sing,
but now, here’s...

Continue reading...

A new poem to complete
An empty space bleeds
A beautiful, sunshine glory we need

His young life is unfinished, 
Dont let him feel like its diminished, 
Watch him from the corner of your eye as he cries,
He looks fine but hiding in his mind, 
Ask him how...

Continue reading...

Trepidation
Meandering through parallel dreams
Sunlight reflecting off sheer cliff
Stonewalled direction of ever river
Flowing onward through time.

Thumbnail scrapes old paint
Where generations of varsol coffee cups
Loosen the hold easily
Bubble and peel
Ripped vinyl booth bench
Duct taped
In true Canadian style.
Grey. And blue.

You watched me
Raptor eyes caught every nuance
That rippled across
But...

Continue reading...

Sonnets LXXI-LXXX

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do not love you after any fashion,
but wildly, in despair.

Because you came to me in my black torment
and kissed me fiercely,...

Continue reading...

If I Falter
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

If I regret
fire in the sunset
exploding on the horizon,
then let me regret loving you.

If I forget
even for a moment
that you are the only one,
then let me forget that the sky is blue.

If I should yearn
in a season of discontentment
for...

Continue reading...

Happily Never After: the Second Curse of the Horny Toad
by Michael R. Burch
 
He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled in chinks and grew so small
at last to be invisible....

Continue reading...

Stonewalled faces numb from emotional blows
Eyelids fortified like reinforced dam walls
Can no longer hold back the swelling tears
Threatening to burst and inundate worst fears

Petrified, piercing glances 
Why the long faces? 

Faces that label me 
And make me feel unwelcome,
Uncomfortable in my own skin
Forbidden to wear...

Continue reading...

Daughters of the moon
Ride the inner waves
Dizzying heights of possibilities
Crash against the stonewalled shoreline
Sand-banked against change.
It will take a tsunami to shift this stubborn treachery
Undo the lechery of lost souls entrapped
In the barbaric misery of war.
The gentle moon is not enough.
To move these ones.
Depths shaking...

Continue reading...

Happily Never After (the Second Curse of the Horny Toad)
by Michael R. Burch

He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled in chinks and grew so small
at last to be invisible. He...

Continue reading...

Surreal now, those days
Evanescent seas in time
A wind’s stonewalled aria
Simpering off cliffs…
Tyrolean traverse grit
Hard as granite without mirth

Elevation’s daze
Dared Yosemite’s wizard
Raging froth on green ~ river
etched a deeper gorge
A lost arrow stabbed the lea
mourning an abyssal dream

(4/18/21)...

Continue reading...

She gently climbed upon my lap,
A nine-year-old with curly blonde hair,
Waking me from a pleasant nap,
And said, “Daddy, I want to know why.”

Tearing sleepy cobwebs away,
Her words echoed through my groggy head,
My dear one, What was that you said?
I said, “Daddy, I want to know...

Continue reading...

Years of grace
Moments of stamina
The GATE was finally in place
The lock wielded
The key in hand
Finally, choice had a face

Ready for guests to come
The garden grew wild
As she awaited her chance
Not to offer invitation
Not to release gifts
But to see GOD, denying unwanted advance

Decades passed
No one came...

Continue reading...

There is nothing to write about she Prue whined
My reaction to this is not keenly kind
What if that sewing box fell on your head?
What if you died of fright, stone-cold and dead?

She looked at me like I was a weirdo or goon
What if six spaceships...

Continue reading...