Best Stubbled Poems

A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted...

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Posting early on a dozing suburban 
hill
Mays warming morning rises and 
Gently wakes.
The dewy hares move through the
Earthy till,
Small dry twigs the nesting pigeons
take.

Blue-high sky...

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A storm blew in when I peered into those dark eyes
Fearing lightning would strike in bolts of midnight fire
Wanting his touch, though it might lead...

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I smile at you but you can't see
My back is resting 'gainst your chest
Without this harness I'm so free
Your back's my favourite place to rest

You...

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Feeling Whole

Here I lay, my head 
upon your chest 
Not long ago we 
gave each our best 

Head rides with 
every fall and rise 
Escapes...

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My Iphone softly played Reveille as my 4:30 morning alarm.  Without opening my eyes, I found the phone in the dark and tapped off...

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A poem should be the candle
that brings human feelings to light;
moving like a stubbled shadow
across the face of tomorrow.

And its rhythm should be inviting;
soliciting raw...

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Warning - Mature.

Sweet night, a blanket made from scented space - holds this would-be poet in its arms.

Tightly - yet with care.  Caring -...

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Just 30 little days in which to turn around
A whole new season, new school year
The cooled breeze scented with academia,
apples and the most tenacious of...

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I make no apologies

I am natures child
 
Risen from the dust
 
Only to return when I die
 
I make no apologies
 
That I sauntered when...

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A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch

Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon strands...

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SANTA'S   SURPRISE   

Santa Claus stripped off his beard and red suit 
And left the show in the officers’ mess
Pulling the last...

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Silver
glistens on bark,
cloud mountains fill the sky-
long shadows paint the stubbled earth
yellow....

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Sonnets LII-LX

The Endeavors of Lips
by Michael R. Burch

How sweet the endeavors of lips: to speak
of the heights of those pleasures which left us weak
in love’s...

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My eyes are watching you, your eyes are watching me
But all the thoughts you’ve gathered, could never ever see 
The memories lying, dying here inside...

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