Best Unappeased Poems

I am a wave.
From far I come to you
Swimming with desire.
In wild curls I come,
Riding with music,
Travelling on sunbeams.

Within my hidden folds,
I carry the thoughts of love,
Wishing to rest on the shore.
Lashing playfully, I come,
Looping into a sensational hug!

But how sad, I can only embrace...

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Written: August 26, 2023
Personification Of The Elements           Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley  
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I hear the echoes of a distant time,
As wailing gnats embrace the wind chime,
Their tiny wings are a symphony of sorrow
In the winnowing...

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Soft fingered winds caressed my neck
Kissed my breast supine
Brushed the tip of my nose 
Rolled my hair like twine.

Tickled up and down my thigh
Lightly touched my feet
As I lay on my neighbor's hammock
We share back yards on Yawning Street.

And that is when and that is...

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Family Poems

Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than "much."

So more than "much, " much more than "all."
Though tender words, these do not speak
of love at all,...

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Father, grandfather, great-grandfather

I’ve heard your cry

Far from the dungeon 
Inviting me to the tearless
Where my plights would be addressed  

 
But you know father,

I can’t come now!

I’m just a mundane street roamer

Roaming aimlessly

On this desolate street of Ai-Igado

In quest of my lost turtle dove...

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As wings of butterflies dance upon a vision
So curious about this pretty deadly bunch
 
Flowers of aesthetically blending colors
Sweet misted scent of a deep rainbow shrouded in
Rows and columns of purple and white fantasy
 
Peace adorns one space in a blurred vision spellbound
Drooping clusters from...

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Poems about Children


The Desk
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

There is a child I used to know
who sat, perhaps, at this same desk
where you sit now, and made a mess
of things sometimes.I wonder how
he learned at all...

He saw T-Rexes down the hall
and dreamed of trains and cars...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers II



All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch

for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are

somehow more near

and remind me that,
once, upon a star,
you taught me

wish

that ululate soft phrase,
that hopeful phrase!

and everywhere above, each...

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While the ancients sleep drunken dreams
in an August haze of torpor,
reheated by a relentless sun,
when the grills and water torches light up
the night with feasts of raucous laughter,
the sealed sweat from that riotous time
begins floating upward.
Fastening onto mariner's winds;
coalescing past curious birds;
savoring the sterling starlight;hardening...

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Perhaps apples were fewer in the bowl
Perhaps you needed still further tints
Whatever I emptied my whole almirah
Nothing was left in the blood and flesh

It was a dream we started from
Doesn't dream lead us to reality
Then what for our desire for the froths of sleep
Dream trees...

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Unsatisfied sighs
Puff the heart of avarice
-It’s illusive mist

Restlessness pursues
The golden deer- happiness,
But greed is mirage

The unappeased minds
Hug the wicked schemes always
-Blissful life on thorn

The thorny cinders 
Though lit up the sinners' life
-Brightness is stopgap

The voracious fire
Waiting for the sinner's soul
Though earth is good nurse

The inferno...

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Are we, yea, the worms in the fruit that twas God's,
We that hollow out hills mining rock, stone and clods,
We that heap up the fill into mountainous wastes
Until nothing is left
Until nothing is chaste?
Worms, we, dining so fine that we blind cannot see
That the fruit...

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"I quest for a return to the unappeased joys of my sweet past"- By Poet

 Quench my thirst to get back to my past
When tame pigeons of joy nested on my eaves
And I could hear their crooning
With the sweetness of love outpouring
When innocent instincts ruled...

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Children's Poems VII

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Sailing to My Grandfather, for George Hurt
by Michael R. Burch

This distance between us
—this vast sea
of remembrance—
is no hindrance,
no enemy.

I see you out of the shining...

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In a Romania of shadows, where the dream crumbled under the weight of history,
Under the leaden sky, our hopes broke and departed in silence,
A nation mourns its soul with tears hidden deep within its being,
Searching for a thread of light among hopes vanquished by time.
The...

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