Best Unplucked Poems

A dreamy girl hides her wishful eyes
under her fingers and white daisies;
who wonders what she's thinking?
Is it a wish or the surge of a feeling?

Those...

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down the aisle with dad

and promised margaritas

last petal unplucked



Not for the contest , but thanks for the inspiration.
Inspred by the love me/love me not flower,and...

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That one lost their tongue
somewhere along the way
long ago, the sound,
doesn’t come out the same
anymore, so they roll it up 
like a carpet containing 
a...

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I see her again.
This time painted,
As a semi-trailer ad.
Paying the rent.
For us staying unknown.
My head was down,
Bobbing away from darkness.
Tho, still sensing her beauty.
Grimacing at...

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raven falcon dove
                      inks...

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the Horror
by Michael R. Burch

the Horror lurks inside our closets
the Horror hides beneath our beds
the Horror hisses ancient curses
the Horror whispers in our heads

the Horror...

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Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer

Eden
by Michael R. Burch

Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the...

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Was never sure whether or not to laugh, smile or cry when
auntie came to tea, a matriarch she, wearing white gloves
plus purple cardigan - seven buttons...

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She was an angel
Falling from the sky
She heal my heart when I was about to die
And in return
I paid her back with evil coins
Her heart...

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Ryokan translations of Zen Death Haiku and other Poems

First one hidden face is revealed,
then the other; thus spinning it falls,
the autumn leaf.
—Ryokan (1758-1831), loose translation...

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To discard past experiences
that serve me not,
and finding wistful grace
that more love in my heart 
enchants those I do,
 
then open fresh of  pages...

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Playmates
by Michael R. Burch
 
WHEN you were my playmate and I was yours,
we spent endless hours with simple toys,
and the sorrows and cares of our...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU IV

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

The moon
hovering above the snow-capped mountains
rained down hailstones
—Sekitei Hara, loose translation...

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Through virgin forests 
And unplucked gems
Twisted vines
Thoughts do stem.

Stroll through winding trails
And I’m nearly planted
By the weight of glory
Pressing me into the earth.

Almost sprouting roots...

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