Sonnet Divorce Poems

I think of another
Let my heart surrender
With pleasure under
To give and render
The lost me to the other
Which is not my wonder.
She professes to be tender
But...

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(Sonnet for Indian Lake)

I met a young girl on Saint Patrick’s Day. 
She was looking for something important
To fill in the void she was dealing...

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It is the sound of a glass house breaking 
As I sit on the precipice of fate
I live on the edge of silence taking 
The...

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How do I get back to me?
The me I gave all of to you?
I can't seem to find all the pieces
That shattered when things went...

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She just discovered infidelity
And she knew the throbbing was eternal
Knowing to forgive with pure clarity
Her heart needed to light the nocturnal

She would be a warrior...

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Sleepless nights struggled to untangle
Searching dreams of private wrangle.
Which has beaten back unravel partners,
Solve the riddle with investigators. 
In angry purple bruised arguments, 
She Scrawled,...

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Does love resides within a home 
Or does it lie in contrive lies? 
For which explanation has none
But to surrender where truth falls and dies.

In...

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This burden, that you place upon my back, 
grows heavier with time's passing, pressing hand. 
My strength is stretched; my faith fails on the rack...

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Hearthside: an Imagined Sequel to "When You Are Old"
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” ? W. B. Yeats

For...

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Ever Beautiful

I...
l...o...v...e... you. 

(long passionate, embracing sound, 
not of voice, but only closely related, 
to the resonance of beating hearts... 
as we have heard and...

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My Best 
"She is a flower..."

Pink roses, 
not the big ones, 
not the small ones, 
not the buds or full blooms. 
No. 
Not one of...

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ONLY  YOU

Only you can fulfill all of my dreams
You seem to know before I ever speak
The thoughts that I have on my mind it...

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A Glass of Wine

In a box, 
a cake is hidden. 
I opened it slowly, 
and looked inside. 
All I found…
was a bag, 
and dust. 

Add...

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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...

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Ode to Bob

My little bird, 
that bites, 
hard.
How I love thee, 
anyway. 
You make me laugh, 
and cry, 
and believe
that all things 
are exactly…
what God...

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