Lake Michigan Poems - Poems about Lake Michigan

This chilly water I am sitting in. Could it be Lake Michigan? Slimy minnows in spurts. Sharp stones that poke and hurt. The sand is a bit harsh. But exfoliates if you’re in a rush! The breeze is a bit chilly. The seagulls are a bit silly. I get tangled in the seaweed. And splashed by boats that speed. But when we get tired, we...

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Pet Poem, My Pup Hufty (My fist year living away from my parents) I wanted a puppy. I didn’t choose her, But she became mine, staring out the third-floor Window of that Chicago apartment, together Watching it snow as I asked her, “What do you see?” My artist friend picked her, “For her beauty,” he said, Tho I...

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The screen door Of the lakeside cabin Is carved with slices The size of claws From the jumping family dog Of long ago From which fish flies skim through The moonlit din Thinning Themselves Into those slots Dropped Like silver coins Into the lamp light Of the cabin Hoping it’s enough To re-start the cuckoo clock Left for dead On my old man’s wall....

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In the coffee and cream Of campfire and moonlight Her luscious legs are like cinnamon sticks Stirring the heat of the July 4th night The fire’s glow Ruby shoes Slipped to her bare feet Full moon a spotlight My wife is a movie star at her own premier. We’ve held hands beneath the dazzling edges Of these summer constellations for decades Up North Beside Torch Lake The stars...

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Oval Orange speckled rock As large as a giant dinosaur egg Sat in the scratchy field out back Of our lakeside A-Frame cottage Next to McLaughlin’s orchard of cherries Where honeybees are fanned to clover fields And Torch Lake swings below From the corners of the hills Like a hammock spilling of sapphires. I suppose this giant rock had rolled for millennia In the blue pouch...

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Steering our boat across the moon glow Like a fork stabbed through cream We careen in the sheen of upside down light at 3:30 A.M. The July night tries to close on us like a lid The result of one too many martinis By dad at Dockside Shhhhhhh Let it go The bow parting the Milky Way Shhhhhhh Startling the Whitefish Weightless Them and us Life vests free...

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Coast to Coast The sun ascends over the Great Lakes Settles back into the indigo depths Flight of a copper swan shore to shore With her sweeping wing tips skimming Commanding The azure locks of eternity to open Gather her iron-ore souls from the cliffs That lift along the turquoise bays Arise Our northern Holy Ghost. These drinkable oceans are graves to glaciers Tombs for freighters Limestone crypts Where...

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Tip of her kayak Tears At the tissue of Torch Lake In its morning middle New sun floating blurry A half-deflated balloon Struggling on a string above the hills Fists of fog like marble hands Warming themselves in the steam From the night-chilled water I can barely see our daughter Out there Lit Like a dragonfly On the petal of a blue flower The ends of her pink paddles Slowly Beating up...

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Arms and legs peddling struggling I tread In the middle of the lake There is 300 feet of blue water Between the soles of my feet And the 10,000 year old dance floor beneath. Torch Lake never gives up her dead. The lake’s bottom is pocked With springs bursting as jets from Middle Earth Jumbling boulders like popcorn. This is where the drowned bodies sink Irretrievable...

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Just as mirror of the sea, Lake Michigan’s shinning big. Boats are passing with the sails – summer has refreshing air. Ideal shallow to swim water – heated, crystal air vibrates, at trees people sit in shades, some are playing on fine sand. Shining with the crystal sparks, spacious beaches - waterfront and the Downtown...

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I look upon the water glittering and bright, white caps flashing, dancing diamonds in the light The breeze is strong, crisp and clear. Boats abound jibing sails dotted far and near A flash of white and screeching cry, seagulls appear racing through the sky Sun on my face fills me with cheer, for finally spring is...

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on the banks of lake michigan i found my true loves soul tired and twisted in a wreckage of folded metal resembeling avatgard sculptures nameless, senseless, and cold i drug her from the wreckage while the sky was painted red and black now with the moon in my eyes i breathe life into her mouth but each breathe...

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