Esplanades Poems - Poems about Esplanades

...Time twirls slowly, when tragedy sunders antiquated wings— maimed and eroded, becoming featherless angels, ferociously combatant, sparring to win, wandering in vacant division, while pen......

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...MODERN SONNETS I I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse. Mak......

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...Apricot Trees David J Walker My mother randomly spoke of the beauty She saw in trees that lined The streets in town The boughs and branches placed in parks and esplanades on Arbor days i......

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...Sonnets XXV-XXXII Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”) by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We cannot know the beheaded god nor his eye......

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...Let Me Give Her Diamonds by Michael R. Burch Let me give her diamonds for my heart's sharp edges. Let me give her roses for my soul's thorn. Let me give her solace for my words of tre......

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...The City Is a Garment by Michael R. Burch A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,— the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed into the night, and......

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...Perched on a cliff, Towering from the sea. Embracing a cool breeze; Lima is the city. Miles of pueblo jovenes, Surround her heart. Like a flock of sheep, Not wanting to part. Slums lay th......

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...Strands’ fluid strength; bliss, distress, routineness plait, Tears multi-colored seeded, love's wisdom grows. Esplanades calico edge Shangri-la’s gate, Memoirs in motifs bittersweet and rainbows. ......

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...BLANK blank face blank stare blank wall blank fear white glare I disappear man at my back 100’s in my hair a 1000 peg legs I disappear receptions polite desk not all knives......

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...Buttonhole Daisy by Odin Roark My city bud and I How we love the long walks Daisy beneath my chin Tucked securely in a buttonhole Me with discovery in my eye Maneuvering ever changing t......

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