Best Untrimmed Poems

A homeless poet

A few days ago, I was walking home with my dollar store notebook in my hand as I walked. I was deep in thought about how I was going to fill these 250 blank pages. A voice called out to me as I...

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Now, I am speechless; I am without speech
As you transcend the simplistic to grand
Grant me the guidance of your gifted hand
In the temple of your pen, I beseech
To climb in your footsteps of verse, and reach
Green summits of imagery-laden lands
My throat growing tight as your...

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The art and delight of shade
expressions of gold buds bursting green 
untrimmed garden’s lush expression 
describe this eternal lease on passion 
Nothing is temperate about soul’s possession 
Mother said, “ Heaven is a Garden of flowers,
where we’ll always be beautiful.

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Honey gold warmth in possession of June;
And jeweled birds sing heaven a soul tune.
Untrimmed hedges, sassy and emerald green,
House creamy butterflies in the noon sheen,
As temperate winds lease the fragrant air,
And riotous buds are blooming everywhere!
But, noon's complexion yet holds mystery,
In pleasant shade of its...

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Concealed in a spring 
of honey dye on alder field, 
clipped wings and feet coupled, 
a broken appendage,
never to exhibit its grace 
and charm that once was envied.
Forgotten as the seasons pass 
it slowly shed its beauty,
imposed by red, orange, brown rust.
Roots, tendrils, leaves; 
nests...

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I relax in the shade of the whitewashed porch
as my gnarled hands caress the arms
of the creaking rocking chair -
it was my late Gran’s favorite possession

I’ve been fortunate to be able to lease her cottage
the temperate climate here boosts my spirits
My once rosy complexion is...

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To love is like holding a freshly cut untrimmed rose ..... you would never want to
drop or lose such a beautifil thing. so you hold it tightly,but the tighter you squeeze the
deeper the thorns cut in to your flesh...you endure the pain until the point...

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In the realm of Fairyland, winged fairies
Flutter celebrating under August
Young moon, in depths of temperate forest
Shadowed shade. Their song of merry carries
Throughout and upward to cloudless heaven.
Nymphs watch over vast possession, buries
Beneath fancy small floral buds, berries,
Forest grace which they hold the lease. Leaven
Of humor...

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in temperate climes of valleys yonder
gazillion lavish blooms and eager buds
burst into spectacular rainbow hues
granting a new lease of life
to dreary seasons gone and past

sunny skies usurp possession
of a crystal heaven’s sweet complexion
sprinklings of glitter dust of gold 
adorn untrimmed vines in every shade
bestowing their...

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Sacred Realm

As dawn's light appears in temperate azure skies
Gold rimmed clouds display the hues of heaven.
Untrimmed trees blow in the billowing breeze 
Where verdant leaves re-gift their cooling shade.
As thoughts of you swirl and dance within my mind, how 
We sought each other's kisses beneath...

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Shall I contend thee on a summer's day?
Thou art more vengeful and more aggressive.
Rough winds do shake the bleeding buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short to live. 

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven brands,
And often is his gold complexion grimmed;
And limit...

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Eternal gold sunset 
Nearer to heaven than the flowers
Buds rising, trying to get there

A temperate complexion
the untrimmed garden
faeries have taken possession

Will they lease 
Or are they here to stay forever?
I seek some shade while I ponder the climate

Faeries climb upon my legs and giggle.
My eyes...

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Winter
by Michael R. Burch

The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.

The lilac of devotion
has felt the winter hoar
and shed her dress;
companionless,
she shivers—nude, forlorn.

Published by Songs of Innocence, The Aurorean, Contemporary Rhyme



Roses for a...

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Shall I compare thee to a rainy day?
Thou art more dreary and more malignant.
Rough winds do shake the thrashing waves of bays,
And Neptune’s lease hath all too long a date. 

Always too damp the eye of heaven hides,
And often is thy grey complexion dimmed;
And every...

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The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch

The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence to revolve around,
found wanting direction or course,
cursed with the thought of her grief,
believing true love is a myth,
with hope as...

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