Bloom Poems

The mother that didn't have to be will be
Celebrated for what comes to her naturally

While others are incapable of loving what is not theirs
She adds that weight onto the cross that she bears

Her love is like water, I have drank...Read More

Softly moans the blowing wind
	crossing over bright glittering crystals
endless darkness lies black beneath
	swirling dancing blowing white

soft as feathers downy white
	soft drifts flowing softly slow
sliding smoothly across the way
	closing off the un-traveled way

twisting ribbon flowing down
	hard glittering crystals softening slow
cold bright...Read More

BROKEN

Scattered shadowy clouds,
silently scream in this brain aloud.
Leafy thoughts, fall and scatter,
branches crack, in a mind of matter,
weathering the mental days,
twirling winds, spiralling a mindful maze.

Spiriually rusted,
a battered battery drained and busted,
psychologically dried and dusted,
repairs required, survival or revival.

Days and...Read More

_*_TILL DEATH DO US PART*_

 _My eyes lay upon the way
In sceptical and anticipation 
I know I needed someone
*Till death do us part.*_ 

 _I saw her come to me
In her coruscating lissom figure,
was touched by the softness of her...Read More

As softly greeting a morning sky,
Gone is the memory of the storm,
When all of nature was gone awry-
But summer's come, and it's warm!

Red rose red and butterfly yellow,
Dauntlessly lovely, raging wild.
Where did all the smoky skies go?
Wrathful fury gone sweet...Read More

Stars make my dreams,
The moon reminds of silver;
Gold represents the sun,
Love a genuine joy giver.

A four-leaf clover,
A bee on a sunflower;
Roses bloom fast,
Hate a true destroyer.

Dead leaves on the road,
Skipping a rope for fun;
Running against the wind,
The zealot fired the...Read More

it’s scary to bloom in front of the world. Put me in a pot sectioned off from all the ‘isms’. I can’t wait to tiptoe into my beauty. Every aspirations accommodating sadness. Teaching sadness to smile....Read More

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I sip on the nectar a’ bloom in your smile,
sweetest surrender now tickles my lips
Warm in its drizzle of marmalade style,
sticky in ecstasy’s sensual drips

Tasting forever on soft satin skin,
moistened my grin in aromas so pure
Flavors of love now inviting...Read More

When I met you the first time, I didn’t know,
across the splendored springs of yearning years
to deep friendship that encounter would grow,
that would endure amidst all smiles and tears.

We walked the garden path of keen desire,
felt the flower called love...Read More

I did a dodgy job of mending
The backyard gate.
Mellow memories still feel like gaping gallows,
They perch like birds do on the fence
And eat all the seasoned grapes.
I thought reminiscing
About tort predecisions
Was an act that had distanced itself
From my street.
But those...Read More

Might help explain how fruit
full this harmless poetic brute,
(a Methacton School of hard knocks
grad), who sports astute
demeanor with ample
brew netted locks,
vaguely androgynously cute,

his trademark signature hirsute
unstyled wavy hair
tell tale characteristic,
not that I care if anyone
gives rats ass and/or hoot
bummer attire...Read More

        PREDICTABLE

        Like ascetic you appeared at dawn
         And as nonchalant left casually.
     ...Read More

Daffodils in bloom
We all did assume
But if they did die
We all know why
The sun is murder
Pushed ever further
By the uncaring
And religion is a red herring
For profit is their king
And his praises they sing
A path to green paved with bones
And a...Read More

Change is in the air
Its excitement and unease
Everything is moving
Except me

I say I want to grow
Like a perennial blooming from a vine
Reaching toward the sun
However; I fail time after time

The more I fret
The further away I seem to be
There’s no...Read More

If the color blue was sad
Would it be black?
If the black lost it’s color
Would it be white?
If white married lavender purple
Would it too, be blue?
What about brown and yellow
What’s procreations due, would the children be orange
For what’s at stake;
The color...Read More

In blue tinged glow of lustrous night,
Hollander watches bird in flight.
In breathless, quiet, shadowy gloom,
Trees are restless, night's abloom!

Hollander, where has gone the sun
In which you had so much fun?
And when evening's come, and shadows fall,
You stand and listen to...Read More

Come Down
by Michael R. Burch

for Harold Bloom

Come down, O, come down
from your high mountain tower.
How coldly the wind blows,
how late this chill hour ...

and I cannot wait
for a meteor shower
to show you the time
must be now, or not ever.

Come down,...Read More

Dear Rosie so sweet, no so clue
Less I long for the day you grow and you bloom
How I wish for your petals to not fall but rise
But you are no fool for my pretty little lies.

I owe you for nothing...Read More

If I bloom not in this love of ours,
May it be that I die from it,
Paining and suffering
As one lost in a desert would
Scarred by the sun during the day
And all icy by night!

I seek you
As leaves seek the freshness...Read More

For every season there is a reason
come winter, spring, summer or fall
there's a  time stamped on it all.

In the Winter the wind blows and the snow falls
as that old man winter comes to call.
with the frost on your windows,and...Read More

Dear Santa
It's been a year since I last wrote to you
Meanwhile,
Time, so like a river flow,
Went on its way,
Pulling me and my raft along with it
Causing me to enjoy my ride at times
And nearly drowning me in its currents
At others!

Dear...Read More

1
Rain 
is like the skull singing in the withered rosebush

2
The rhyme of death
slept on the morning dew of heath

3
With some fragrance and dust,
rabbit flipped into the grove.
I seeked for the dreamy past,
but you give me the answer with little love

4
If...Read More

Victor Hugo "Love Stronger Than Time"
Translation by Michael Burch

Since I first set my lips to your full cup,
Since my pallid face first nested in your hands,
Since I sensed your soul and every bloom lit up—
Till those rare perfumes were lost...Read More

I love you only because I love you
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I love you only because I love you;
I am torn between loving and not loving you,
Between apathy and desire.
My heart vacillates between ice and fire.

I love...Read More

Conflicted, she aimed her weapon
Now she must choose between bullet and bloom
But even in this afterglow
It is easy to kill a flower...Read More