Loss High School Poems

I hate being the 'incident' of your story
Hate how you once made my heart beat so fast
Hate how I get a reminder of you
Now we're...

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Veronica Sawyer, a rebel in plaid
She joined the Heathers, but they were so bad
They ruled the school with their cruel games and lies
But Veronica had...

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My Life is a song sung in a 
series of repetitive inferior notes.
I’m unable to record mellow melodies, 
as my violin strings continually play 
with...

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Seems like only yesterday,
when I wore a white cap and gown.              ...

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Love so deep but it's infertile
Breaking into the edges of a virgin's soul 
Slowly penetrating through like a silent virus
Just polluting the infant's heart temporarily...

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We learn from our mistakes,
From the wrong turns, we take,
From the fake friends we make,
And from the times we almost break.

Our mistakes help us grow,
But...

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Remember When

Remember when we acted so sly,
Going to lunch and getting high?
Remember when we camped and drank all night;
all of us glowing in the fires...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems VIII

These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school and college student. 

Moon Lake
by Michael R. Burch

Starlit...

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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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I did not make the color-guard team again, a life lesson of loss.

9/7/2020

Contest: My Most Unforgettable Moment in High School
Sponsor: JCB Burl...

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green is not your color-envy is not your friend


 
Date Written: 9/2/2020
2 Place    My Most Unforgettable Moment in High School Contest ...

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After many a year long juvenile spree,
They detached from the tree.
And fell on the earth to germinate,
To be dispersed as per their fate.

Some grew up...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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