Long Cliches Poems

Observance
by Michael R. Burch

Here the hills are old and rolling
carefully in their old age;
on the horizon youthful mountains
bathe themselves in windblown fountains...

By dying leaves and falling raindrops,
I have traced time's starts and stops,
and I have...

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Poems about Poems III

Radiance
by Michael R. Burch

for Dylan Thomas

The poet delves earth’s detritus?hard toil?
for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet;
each syllable his pen excretes?dense soil,
dark images impacted, rooted clay.

The poet sees the sea but...

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Poems about Flight, Flying, and Birds (I)



Flight
by Michael R. Burch

It is the nature of loveliness to vanish
as hummingbird wings, batting against nothingness
seek transcendence...



Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching...

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Poems about Poets I


The Wonder Boys
by Michael R. Burch

for Leslie Mellichamp

The stars were always there, too-bright cliches:
scintillant truths the jaded world outgrew
as baffled poets winged keyed kites—amazed,
in dream of shocks that suddenly came true ...

but...

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Each and every day, mankind search to find out that which exist and that which is to happen., thus the destiny of mankind. it is reality as a human beings to know and understand the...

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Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold

(NOT FOR CONTEST THAT INSPIRED THIS POEM)

The morning dew on red rose does glisten
As early dawning sun beams brightly down
Such beauty, bees decorate that soft gown
As Nature's music plays, creatures...

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Part 3

They quickly learned... there was cause for concern
     As the lifeboat was barely afloat.
When the Atheist turned and swiftly discerned,
    "A large Hippo is swamping our boat."

The...

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OMG this is what I think as I am reading? 
thus pus poems and yes they stink
simple in word mire contrivances with 
rancid rhyme scheme redundants that
exude explanatory expectorants spouting 
word wormy willy wally whilst...

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I'm sorry but I can't be that guy.
But I will try to keep my eye on you as you bounce from room to room shaking your caboose. 
I'll tell you to stop drinking when you've...

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hundreds of my pictures on his wall
take the dog for a walk
change my clothes
flashin my eyes as i come back out

the last child that lived here
locked in a room never allowed to go out
no thanksgiving...

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Lose the clichés of life and love,
no happy ending, no sad ending, no ending at the end at all.
People smile, they don't frown,
people frown, they don't smile;
they curse, they don't listen,
people listen in belief and...

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A pair of monolid eyes, and I’m academically enlightened.
As if I’m some talented prodigy on his way to an Ivy League.
Able to quickly solve problems without ever breaking a sweat.
Absolutely - perfect - in every...

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Here we are in 1650, which is ten minutes to five
swing the wheel to the West, which is left,
put your sun cream away, man the mizzen and the stays
as we set off for some murder...

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A request for a piece
On my feelings for you
The love that we share
And the journey we've been through

Anticipating perfection
Expecting gold from my pen
But instead growing frustrated
Waiting for material to pour in

In other words, I drew...

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The name of transformation
lost forgotten in the pages
three different lives
made to look like one
the witch that was
the voodoo queen
and the diary that was
the lines in the sands
and what it wasn't
user friendly schism
dialing six digits of...

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** Nigh Another Birthday **

I’ve passed so many birthdays,
That a few dozen of those special days 
    Fall away in a gray haze, 
With too many forgotten by everyone  (then or...

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Growing up,
 as a child,
 I was taught many CLICHES. 
Some I,
 took heed to,
 others I never OBEYED.

One cliché that never DEPARTED,
was never dwell,
 on the place you STARTED.

Meaning,
 always look forward,
 and never...

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Merry Christmas, Dad
     by Amy Swanson   


Dad,

    I always think of you
           every day...
  ...

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The teacher said,

Go home and write 
a poem tonight
And let that poem come out of you---
Then, it will be true.

I wish it were that simple. 
I am merely a sixteen year old, born in a...

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The name 
mistakenly saintly, 
the other one 
a rite-of-life, 
a gauche passage 
for some, for most
the contract costly,
imprints its meaning 
post firey baptismal dive
to rise again somehow
from each our own
calamities, the personal
cataclysm we confront
or shun...

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Creative Writing was my love,
a passion I thought highly of.
A freshman, I felt I could shove
   one course in my school year.
Assignment 1 - simple indeed:
"Who broke your heart and made it bleed?"
I...

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Cliché’
"Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream", While I slept I tried to figure out how "death looked eating a soda cracker". It's very poetic yet makes no sense. No one stops to think...

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RUMBLING ROADS.

I can spend time scribbling words
Already written in 1000 note books
I could watch intently those that already HAVE
And try to get what they have achieved
I could do well too, if I pretend that I'm...

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I down poison and sleep for days
trying to take the heart ache away
I swallow rasorblades to take the headaches away
but nothing matters its always the same
what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger
liar liar pants...

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Ma lied to me about using credit cards
she'd taken in my name, notices 
told the tale. I let them repossess
my car to keep post-Uni plans 
for the Emerald Isle, which I liked to consider 
my...

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