Winter Grandparents Poems

I love hearing stories,
stories from my grandparents.
They love to tell stories,
stories from many years ago.
Grandma tells about bread,
when black showed up they would cut if off.
Then...

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Inspired by the unending love my grandparents had for each other and a story of one of their winter dates.

On this cloudy winter day, 
the...

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Broken Glass 

Bits of color...
washed up on the beach. 
Items that tell stories, 
about faraway places, 
new people, and old. 

Red like roses, fine wine...

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We are apples growing on our parent's tree, planted by our grandparents from the apples of our great-grandparents ~ author

October skies still reflect in your...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a...

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Its off to grandma's old fashion cottage we go;
past snow covered pine trees all in a row.
To her humble abode adorned in holiday charm, 
And...

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The High Night of the Dark Wind

Dancing fairies on the lake of ice, 
leaving no marks as they pass. 
The tiny birds, chase them...
not to...

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The Unsaved

I watch you from a distance. 
I see everything you do. 
Your life is hard, 
and the world is unkind, 
mostly, if only at...

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The Winter Hours

Cold is not my friend. 
It loves me, 
but it is not…
a mutual affair. 
Slowly, artfully, cruelly, 
my joints begin to freeze up....

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Christmas Princess

I picked you up early, 
we went to your friends. 
I watched as they all…
watched you. 
You laugh lightly, 
and bring joy in your...

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NO

I am not dark. 
I write happy things, 
most of the time. 
I can not help it, 
if I spilled my coffee, 
the phone rang,...

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Sweet Things

Aunt Candy was the candy lady and her name fit just fine. 
She made mountains of chocolates, every kind. 
Whip whistles that popped, crunchy...

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Evicted

Lost our place… again. 
The reason, we could not pay. 
We needed and wanted to stay. 
There was just no way. 

The snow is cold,...

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The Place

I had to move to the big city. 
I miss the trees and fields. 
My world feels closed in. 
The walls ever nearer to...

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Sunflowers in Winter

I planted seeds, at the wrong time,
never thinking they would come up. 
Why would I do that? 
Hope, faith, joy, and ultimately…
God.

He told...

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