Autumn Hair Poems

“The Smell of your hair after the rain”.

 I'm lost for words, I Shake my head,
 I take your hand,
 You stop to stare at...

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Up the wooden hill
where the fir tree spills
rustic autumn and soil,
cries of "The pale one".
All in arms,
pitchforks at the ready.
"Burn the witch! Be gone!"

An equivocal...

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Her profile said she’s auburn
So I right swiped my phone
Her hair ablaze like autumn 
I guess I should’ve known

I've always been attracted
To hair so flaming...

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My hair is thinning
I am going bald
Like a tree in Autumn
my hairs fall
Down the drain
into my comb
Soon I will shine
with a hairless dome
Grow a beard
wear...

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green to yellow 
gold to red 
to brown
leaves 
or fairest hair 
worn 
as silken crown
Thick 
with luxury proud 
honey 
poured aloud
endless spigots 
with 
memories to...

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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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Sonnets LII-LX

The Endeavors of Lips
by Michael R. Burch

How sweet the endeavors of lips: to speak
of the heights of those pleasures which left us weak
in love’s...

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Sprang open Spring a box of rainbow rains,
And Summer rains led to your gold grains;  
Juice oozes from your yellow, mellow grapes,
You play a...

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My eyes 
Grow old
As if with
Her hair
Bright and white
In the summer air
Soft and light
An autumn evening hue
Warm and comforting
A winters fire glow
Spongy and curly
A spring...

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Tongue flicks at mouths hinge
looking for an inlet rest
breath hold
in tremored chest
His eyes flit
as chocolate twirled dress
comes to autumn leaves fall rest
From your knees discover
each...

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Riding horses towards crimson sun
Ginger twists of her hair everywhere,
Smiling my darling enjoys the ride
While I only picture her eyes,
Could never reach her even
For a...

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Wonderland
by Michael R. Burch
 
We stood, kids of the Lamb, to put to test
the beatific anthems of the blessed,
the sentence of the martyr, and the...

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You Lie

No.
I tell you what you want to hear. 
Sometimes when I do not, 
mostly when I do not, 
always when I do not, 
you...

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Under a tree I sat enjoying the beautiful day,                   a breeze in my hair, birds singing...

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CXLIII

I greatly fear that I shall lose my hair
That happens at an age seems only fair
And yet this heart of mine could not prepare
The thought...

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