Best Unmelted Poems

The sun cries for us, its heat fades away
snowflakes sprinkle round its orbit, yet go unmelted
it feels like evening, but its yet noon
time never changes...

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O MINE VALENTINE

We are a twine of 
lines...vines
limbs
hair
fingers
sheets
blankets
couches

streets
signs
misgivings
mistakes
retreats
agressions

2 chairs
2 drinks
a fire
an oven
a burner
a melted finish
and a perpetually unmelted finish

longings
clutchings
graspings
open doors 
unopened doors
closed doors
slammed doors
cracked open...

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Its beauty yet again plunders me, 
Into magnificent realms that hide
Deep within my every thought
Where I ,like a new tenant, 
Seek comfort to reside
In the...

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My heart was February ice
Kneeling to barren, cursed winter
Beneath weak, broken sacrifice
White skies cracked, and springtimes splinter

Through summer's youthful, blurry run
My heart was February ice
Unmelted,...

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He watches and wait,
the prey unaware of his gaze
But he hungers no longer for flesh
He chases after the spirit of the wind ...
White Wolf in...

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For a day, for a week, for a month you will be remembered
Those who knew you well
Family will always recall that you have left a...

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I want to see again
Your two white breasts bare
And virginal
On the north and south lattitudes
Of your unmelted chest
I want them stiff and pointing upward
Like white...

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Dawn is not yet rested upon the tree tops.
The ancient night of our souls lingers
protracted in the adamantine winter.
Dew buds are unmelted; 
the road is...

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All Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch

Something remarkable, perhaps ...
the color of her eyes ... though I forget
the color of her eyes ... perhaps her hair
the way...

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Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch
 
The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers...

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Sonnets V-IX



Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch

The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers...

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It seemed this was the February 
  of continual cold and snow, 
many days stuck safely in the house
 save for the morning expedition...

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Urn was carring the snow 
unmelted
like the soul of night.
It was a very strange winter
like araucaria puzzle.

Who was dragging the evergreens
over the chaste cliff ?
All...

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Glacial on the inside
Frozen memories 
of a lost, tropical paradise life
Frostbitten feelings slowly moving
to the other bipolar side

Icy reflections of striated emotions;
dark moods, 
lighthearted nostalgia...

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Over obscure wasteland cloud hovered unmelted, 
the desert deprived of tuneful rain languished
until you arrived with the whistling breeze,
the oasis resonated in the ripples of...

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