Hymned Poems - Poems about Hymned

... What is that, 'midst gray silhouette A night-winged creature slips, beset? Fluttering through pampas and ground Mellow the dulcet trails of sound O blackbird, my breaths awaken By soft chi......

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...Within the frame a sepia scene a dusty porch a rickety chair the fabric of your dusky face creased with ceaseless sunbaked woes your old pair of getaway feet gives a different walk of life......

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...1. Shall I narrate you a tale or may be a thousand stories, Of a lost love and fervent devotion? Or chronicles of longing and separation? Mayhap I, relate both as you wish, open your eyes and giv......

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...LOVE POEMS V These are love poems by Michael R. Burch, about life, the dream of love, virtue, a first kiss, a first crush, the birth of a first relationship, the joy of a first love and a last lov......

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...Forgive me if I ask how long before we converge again around the bonfire in the wee hours to douse this chilly dust-laden winds of the season. It was a misery, but it should happen again. That subt......

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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 strangely lit beds, where th......

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...Lady’s Favor by Michael R. Burch May spring fling her riotous petals devil- may-care into the air, ignoring the lethal nettles and may May cry gleeful- ly Hooray! as the abundance s......

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...Methinks all antediluvian Love was Whiter than snows atop higher tors; And with more troth dudes did kiss Purer maidens for pleasanter bliss. I deem Art shortly after Noah’s Ark To have been o......

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...Winter by Michael R. Burch The rose of love's bright promise lies torn by her own thorn; her scent was sweet but at her feet the pallid aphids mourn. The lilac of devotion has felt the wi......

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...A Vain Word by Michael R. Burch Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining till sunset implodes, till the moon strands grey pearls under ......

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...There were skies onyx at night... moons by day... lakes pale as her eyes... breathless winds undressing tall elms; ... she would say that we loved, but some book said we'd sinned. Soon impatie......

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...Woe betide lower men who fickle facades embrace And wit’s hard-won gold for shifting dross exchange; Dubbing avarice-sired glosses exquisite gems pure, With obscuring eyes decimating solid worth'......

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...“The heaventree of stars” (in Ulysses as said Joyce) “hung with humid nightblue fruit” (ah that Bloomian voice) could evoke a masterpiece the world has come to know, The Starry Night<......

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...Earth has grown old Angels veiled the sky And night has gotten cold To put to sleep the stars on high Wise men saw a star And found a treasure of I Am Shepherds heard a voice from a far And......

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...Jane Merchant (2) Invalid of flesh (but not of soul), She saw Creation whole, And hymned the seasons come to pass Beyond her bedroom window-glass— December trees—and April rain-wet grass. ......

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