Snow Hate Poems

Night Labor
by Michael R. Burch

for Rachel Corrie

Tonight we keep the flame alive;
we keep the candle lit.
We burn bright incense in your name
and swear we’ll not...

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("Howling Rock", City of Rocks, 2016)

Hate Speech

My dogs bark into the night
scared and excited about something in the dark
coyotes or deer or maybe just their...

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He layed me on the snow. My backside was freezing, the hard chunks of snow overwhelming my body like prickling needles. He pulled my pants...

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It’s pure as fresh snow 
and as pale as a ghost.
It’s the shade on the light spectrum
that I loathe the most.

A beluga whale, the milky...

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Is it really colder this winter?
Or is the world growing colder towards one another?
Shouldn’t it have been cooler rather than colder?
The sounds of machine guns...

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The naughty and niceness of Winter days
A blizzard of hate or blanket of snow?
Celebrations of violence or praise?
Will unity of man wither or grow?*

The naughty...

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In the silence of heaven 
there are half-buried machines 
where a man once wanted to dwell!

Some of these were built with a design in mind...

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Evil Queen
Her face, a jealous green
The mirror on the wall
Black heart could not forestall

Snow White
Her beauty did ignite
Ruby lips and raven hair
Seven dwarves were quite...

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"For someone's joy is often someone else's despair" by Poet X


Excited children grin and cheer to see the snow;
a winter wonderland indeed for them to...

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I was alone
in here I found a crowd
I was scared
in here there was courage, strength they said
Strengths to harm and kick and maim and kill
Drown...

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Beyond these ramparts lurks the mangy foe
Set to leave our red bodies in the snow.
The sultan of mayhem smirks and awaits
To grant harsh orders to...

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Still Daylight
In the Dark

The days are gathering…
dust, 
and so am I. 
Not intentionally, 
but metaphorically. 

I longed to have more time. 
I dreamed I could...

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Cockleburs

Small green weeds, 
with little seed pots, 
that stick to your socks. 

They travel with you, 
to the next place, 
that God wants them to...

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The Bright Lights

Her hair is snow-white, 
but it was not always so. 
It was black, like the night. 
It was deep in color, 
near as...

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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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