Best Unformed Poems

Can you see them run to me – arms wide and laughing,
calling me, Mama: keeper of the stars, moon and hearts?
Can you see them kiss away my pain, healing every hurt
that’s ever marked me broken, dead or dying?

Can you see them hurt me? When they...

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This Life

Your eyes saw my unformed body,
Yet even then, LORD, You knew me.

In Your Book were all Your plans laid,
You gave me life and I was made.

Before I saw light You were my Light
Each beat of breath, unfolding sight,

And as Your Hands knit me together,
Each...

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My eyes wide open, all I see is Ebony
  A white hot Light, to the left : "to the Past"
  A Heavenly bright White Light to the right "to the Present"
  I know the path of the past : I live it...

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Let me fly
Let me soar
soar like a bottle rocket
soar like shooting star
star of the sapphire sky
star of the multi-verse
multi-verse of endless song
multi-verse of ballads formed
formed of shatters she's
formed of immortality
immortality unformed
immortality of thought
thought of rainbows
thought of waterfalls
waterfalls of prism light
waterfalls of tears
tears from children
tears from...

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I am poetry
An unheard whisper
Shadows
Conspiring
A tear
Soaked in laughter
Anger
Molded in metaphor 
Humor
Wielding the axe of angst
Whispering
A farewell kiss

I am poetry
The invisible heart of language
Beating a near silent drum
A quiet vibration
Teasing the moonlight
A cool breath of air
Drawing lovers closer
A metered heartbeat
Quickened in passions petulance

I am poetry
A dream...

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To take a thought and shape a poem
Takes patience, and a clue – 
The patience for the diligence
Required of a muse
The clue for clever subtleties
Engaging poets use

To form connections yet unformed
Reveal with clarity
The mysteries that men have known
Throughout the centuries
Unraveled with apparent ease 
In fonts...

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Words on a page, sounds, Mother's calling
soft tones rose from leather tomes sweetly,
through rouged lips they tumble with love.
Lullabies call through the coldest of nights
as frost haloes about the curls, open-hearted,
eager, a child of contested love’s joining.

What would this chimera become now joined.
Oh what would...

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Birth of A Poem

What can be done with these pedestrian morsels?
I have tasted unformed clay before.

Phrases plead to be thrown into
the redeeming realm of manifestation.

Pushing to be metaphoric,
they will arise and come to me.

From some unplumbed soliloquy.
 

Kathryn Collins
February 25, 2014...

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R.I.P.
by Michael R. Burch

When I am lain to rest
and my soul is no longer intact, 
but dissolving, like a sunset
diminishing to the west...

and when at last
before His throne my past
is put to test
and the demons and the Beast

await to feast
on any morsel downward cast, 
and...

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It's not because of flood or fire,
nothing more than a desire
that's  prompting us to tear apart 
all that we've  established here.

Tired of treadmill tedium
breakfast always at eight am,
walk the dog by nine o'clock,
skim the pool tick tock, tick tock.

Time to find new closets,...

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State of the Art (III)

These are my "ars poetica" poems: the ones about the art and craft of writing poetry in a modern world that doesn't always recognize the artists or their work. 



Come Down
by Michael R. Burch

for Harold Bloom

Come down, O, come down
from your...

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 Unmeant meanings

	Words keep watch
				
      their eyes in the empty spaces
                             ...

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My place

There also is my place, where I explore my understanding
Of words that are said and thoughts revealed, interpretations made;
Intimacy shared and dissected, speculations proffered and discarded,
And wisdom is given and received, the acolyte at the master’s feet.

It is my space and, like another place,...

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When you were born
I was sure you were 
the most remarkable thing
on the planet
as you grew         I knew it was true
everything    I had experienced     paled
in the light of  ...

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I feel like a high school civics class dropout.

So much confuses me,
to this day, you see,
about democratic constitutional legal equity,
which feels like it should have WinWin original empowerment intent,
about public and private rights, unbent
protected against others' immoral and illegal, unrepent
ed wrongs of infringement,
and why we...

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