Lonely Eve Poems

Eerie whispers in the night,
Dread fills the air, a chilling fright.
Ghosts of the past, they take their toll,
Apparitions that haunt the lonely soul.
Raven cries out,...

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Ashen day turns into blackened night. One
limb of a lonely tree stripped of its
pre-fall leaves juts out against the
backdrop of an inked sky scraped
with gray....

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I am certain that I am unwell.
A swelling golf ball
Lodged deep beneath my skin
Makes sure of that. 

The floors of Ward 6
Are mirror-clean and sterile,
A...

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Lonely Adam became happy, loving God wanted to see,
so, from his rib He fashioned the first woman, me.
The beguiler of men, I became his brave...

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The family here and reminiscing.
Hats, horns, ready for midnight kissing.
But no, not this year, not meant to be.
As sudden high winds  tore through our...

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It could simply be a midnight musing,  
where these ears are not! 
A life floating in NAY-Nay sound  
is also a simpering one,...

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I thought today I could make it work

it wasn’t so much the sadness

as lightness

as bottled crocodiles and persimmon fungi

as broken arrows across the ascended 

the...

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Do you remember - Saint Valentine’s Eve

Do you remember those midnight bell chimes
On the arrival of Saint Valentine 

You and me wrapped in a cocoon...

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Hello, there. Rise and shine. I think I’ll call you Adam/
Who are you? Your creator. The maker of all you fathom/
You can call me God....

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Alone all alone on Christmas Eve,
I could have poured my heart out
To the joys I shared with my family,
But this winter, it's lonelier than ice
Frozen...

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Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer

Eden
by Michael R. Burch

Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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No One
by Michael R. Burch

No One hears the bells tonight;
they tell him something isn’t right.
But No One is not one to rush;
he lies in grasses...

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Life's margins are too narrow for proofreading: a poor catch of extra commas,  profiles of girls and monograms of insomnia. For literature, an earthly...

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Workers on the Eve

The halls are white, 
and clean… pristine. 
The tree at the nurse’s station, 
blinks brightly. 
Cheer is in the air, 
even for...

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