Best Unburned Poems
Yoruba Holy CommunionYoung as just a week,
He was wrapped in a flannel.
His tender feet were shoeless -
Today was his appointed time;
His feet must dialogue with gods.
The frontage was kind
To the pews and table.
The priest stood before the gods,
His grey hairs vouched for his age.
He opened the...
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Categories:
unburned, africa, baby, faith, life,
Form:
Free verse
You Don'T Love Me, You Don'T Have Compassion By Sergey YeseninYou don't love me, you don't have compassion,
Maybe I am handsome not enough,
You don't look in face with wild passion
putting arms on shoulders without love.
I'm not rude or gentle with you, dear,
You're so young and you've got sensual grin,
Tell, how...
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Categories:
unburned, emotions, feelings, longing, lost
Form:
Lyric
Fast ForwardI was going to be late to work again, as it was one of those days,
When one small mishap after another, made for way too many delays.
Lateness had become a genuine problem, to a person craving order,
As the sea craves additional space, at the sandy...
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Categories:
unburned, fantasy, growth, imagery, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Your Shared EmbraceWarm Embrace, I remember clear of such,
My body helpless at your touch,
You voiced three words into thine ear,
And courage shyed in veil of fear.
You rest a hand beneath my jaw,
As staring through your eyes, I saw,
A flame, strong lit, though burning near,
A stream, from sourced,...
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Categories:
unburned, love,
Form:
Couplet
Mother of TwoOne baby’s sleeping
By mother’s lullaby
His nose she’s clearing
Then she’ll wash the baby in a bay.
The baby has to wake up
And a helicopter’s flying by
The mother’s belly starts to move,
But she doesn’t know why,
And milk is pouring from the top,
And another love she has to prove.
The...
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Categories:
unburned, love, motherbaby, baby, love,
Form:
Rhyme
A Christmas TaleA Christmas Tale
When a child we had small live candles on the Christmas tree;
the fire service had a busy night. Mum had a bucket of water
by the tree and kept an eye on it as we children forgot.
The tree caught fire;...
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Categories:
unburned, satire, seasons, christmas, tree,
Form:
Blank verse
Crossing the BridgeI've set our bridge on fire but I couldn't burn it down
some bridges can't be burned because they are made by love and love can't be burned away
because it is the strongest against enemies,fires,anything at all
when two people have that love,nothing can stop them
The bridge...
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Categories:
unburned, inspirational, love, upliftinglove,
Form:
Ballad
Poems About Dylan ThomasThese are poems about Dylan Thomas, as well as poems "for" and "after" Dylan Thomas. Dylan Thomas was one of my favorite poets from my early teens and has remained so over the years. I have written three poems ‘for’ him and one poem ‘after’...
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Categories:
unburned, poems, poetry, poets, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
Nyc September EleventhIt was a day that started out just like any other one
We never dreamed America could come under attack
It seemed an enemy had slipped through a crack
Who knew they would come from behind our back
They sucker punched us, this was a fact
A day Americans thought...
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Categories:
unburned, history, day, lost, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Stanza 1941Steel coffins race across the sand,
Rommel's making his last stand.
The 88's are cracking steel
With loud-sharp-noise like bursting bells.
As columns march across the steppe
Are swallowed up in Asia's depths.
"Bomber" harries is on the phone:
"Bomb Berlin til it's all gone!"
Don't leave an unburned child still standing
In the...
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Categories:
unburned, allegory, death, history,
Form:
New Year's Day ContemplationToday is the Very First Day
The Very First Day of the Very First Year
The Very First Year of a New
And Very long awaited Decade.
I turn my head toward the Future to say
As if to say to all of the Ended of Days
'The Past Year is...
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Categories:
unburned, holiday, inspirational, introspection, lifefuture,
Form:
Narrative
Myth, After Dylan ThomasMyth, after Dylan Thomas
by Michael R. Burch
Here the recalcitrant wind
sighs with grievance and remorse
over fields of wayward gorse
and thistle-throttled lanes.
And she is the myth of the scythed wheat
hewn and sighing, complete,
waiting, lain in a low sheaf?
full of faith, full of grief.
Here the immaculate dawn
requires belief...
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Categories:
unburned, autumn, faith, grief, life,
Form:
Verse
Radiance, For Dylan ThomasRadiance
by Michael R. Burch
for Dylan Thomas
The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil—
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes—dense soil,
dark images impacted, rooted clay.
The poet sees the sea but feels its meaning—
the teeming brine, the mirrored oval flame
that leashes and excites its...
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Categories:
unburned, earth, light, love, poems,
Form:
Sonnet
A Clean MurderStanding on a beam,
shrine :
holding a black dawn,
my phoenix roving on dark river.
The bell still clangs ;
I hear the footsteps.
A weird thought
spreads out on peripherals,
makes holes,
the undone communiqué
of a war
between knuckles ;
the blind eyes
lift the fallen globe
of light.
I move from tree to tree.
Who was...
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Categories:
unburned, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form:
Fool's PrideFool you are to find me again only for this
The shredding of the prism in the heart
The tearing of settled consolation apart
For it was only one night of frenzied heat
That piled us, drained us, emptied our sheet
Kissed me cold and trembling in the mist.
Fool I...
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Categories:
unburned, loss, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme