Winter 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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I have been forced,
to love people I hate.
I wish I had,
only loving people around me.
My ego has been cut,
cut with a very sharp knife many...

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I am not complaining. 
Not that you would hear me
Even if I did. 

But;
My father hates me.

I am not a story teller,
And I am no...

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Today,
I love you.
Today,  
I hate you.  
This week,  
I love you,  
This week,  
I hate you.  
Can this go...

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One more time

One more time 
Call my name loudly dear
With love and passion...

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Widened

Yell my dear love live far from me
Ring not me ever  see you in dreams
Spaces between us widened not show care anymore
How i am...

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The trains of cunning

Two men in a vast field of grain waited for the trains
to meet on a one-track railway line, one a mathematician 
had...

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Today we over use this word hate,                  ...

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Whispers of Faith 

Sit and listen
as I spin a tale for you, 
of wonder and woe. 
A people once loved a king. 
Then they killed...

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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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“Ukraine, Winter of Discontent”

The many winters of our discontents   
Lie in trenches with the dead.
Mothers in pain.
Boys lost in vain.
Nothing plainly gained.

What empire...

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The nights grow long and the frost 
tinges the summer air, crisp n fresh. 

The coming autumn fire, the burn of wood
cedar & pine spices...

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I hate February 14th. 
Don’t give me affection, attention, or love. 
Leave me alone. 
I’d rather be cut by my own thorns than have my...

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Love under spicules 
of lust beseeching for its 
throne of devotion...

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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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