Boyhood Poems - Poems about Boyhood

A wellspring of Eternal joy Unfolds within A little boy He schemes and Dreams in Fantasies Things no man Could ever be But somewhere in His youthful eye The boy must know The man will die ...

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Carolina home In the great Palmetto State Place where I was born Boy was free to roam On a ninety-acre farm Free from fear and harm In dirt, sand or mud We sandlappers had it all To work, play, or brawl Turning the dark dirt Putting the hounds on the trail Tussling with cousins Having dirt clog fights Making toys out of pine bark Plowing fertile fields Running through the...

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Through every field, copse, and wildflower, Ran a little boy every happy hour, Until, once, the troll king, ripe with power, Imprisoned him in his dreary tower... Never again, to see the light of day. How ever hard the poor wee boy may try, Or how many tears the angels might cry, He'll sit in his...

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It was just this morning. That it was. At the table there sat only three. There was Tux, the foam Linux penguin. The others were my oatmeal and me. I never do tire of oatmeal. But the penguin was growing old. I stared at its unmoving face As my oatmeal began to get cold. The face on...

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*** In the Dream Foretold *** A Devotion Series Poem I am getting over paralysis from nerves twisted along my spine. The agonies are passing, but not gone, so I am standing, leaning over the kitchen sink; with great effort I lean, wrapped in old towels while Jim works to dye the gray out of my hair....

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He was born young, I mean really young His hair was curly, fluffy and beige His skin, for milk and fire a bridge His eyes, orbs of fiery passion Favoured was he by Aphrodite and Adonis He is he that is moulded by time and endless time of daydream. Bite Size Poem no48...

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Boys carry their snow sleds up, up to the highest peak ...

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Waterfalls here and there sprout (A) From the bottom of the mountain (B) Monkeys and apes are gamboling (C) Comfortably, somewhere on the leafy soil (D) On trees top, snacking from the wild fruit (A) Gathered, seemed as they had a summit (A) Somewhere wavering on the tree (E) I were alone blatantly beside the pond (F) On the body of the botched...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XIII Davenport Tomorrow by Michael R. Burch Davenport tomorrow ... all the trees stand stark-naked in the sun. Now it is always summer and the bees buzz in cesspools, adapted to a new life. There are no flowers, but the weeds, being hardier, have survived. The small town has become a city of millions; there is no longer a sea, only a huge sewer, but the children...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XII Because You Came to Me by Michael R. Burch for Beth Because you came to me with sweet compassion and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair, I do not love you after any fashion, but wildly, in despair. Because you came to me in my black torment and kissed me fiercely, blazing like the sun upon parched desert dunes,...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems VIII These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school and college student. Moon Lake by Michael R. Burch Starlit recorder of summer nights, what magic spell bewitches you? They say that all lovers love first in the dark . . . Is it true? Is it true? Is it true? Uncanny seer of all that...

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These are early poems of mine, written as a high school student in the 10th grade. as Time walked by by Michael R. Burch yesterday i dreamed of us again, when the air, like honey, trickled through cushioning grasses, softly flowing, pouring itself upon the masses of dreaming flowers... then the sly impish Hours were tentative, coy and shy while the sky swirled all its colors together, giving...

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Boyhood Blues It feels like summer – The s(h)immer of an enduring sun Sitting down at a family dinner with the front door open Nostalgia coats everything like a thin layer of dust Stale memories swirl about in each breath It smells like a childhood home and tastes of summers past (lost freedom and simplicity wait in every bite) It feels...

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KP hill commune 4 seasons promenade play wonderland of friends...

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school was out vacation touched our gate long days bedtimes late time routines we relegate bird nesting ...

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