Long Nightfalls Poems

Poems about Poems V

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She...

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 O beloved rose in my 
  garden of fairy-lamps,
would you bloom in hues of stardust?
let the daffodil moon 
  envy this fragrant field of 
immortal lyrics~
for I’ll treat you with kindness,
 scatter...

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I hear an echo, echo, echo in my heart’s cage
I feel a halo, halo, halo in my mind’s blank page
Hear my silent radiance and my dandelion breeze
Feel the drums at the dead of night at...

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These are poems for my friend and fellow poet Kevin Roberts...

Nightfall
by Michael R. Burch

for Kevin Nicholas Roberts

Only the long dolor of dusk delights me now,
   as I await death.
The rain has ruined the...

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“Peace is found amidst seclusion. When zealous zephyrs emanate lilac light for lovers, longing for a poetic paradise” ~ Poet 

 Close your eyes, lend your ears~
to the Universe…
In silence you will hear
the turquoise seas
call...

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*Image of Cherokee Piper, Four-seater single engine by Wilkie.

Lifetime Get-A-Way, A Survivors Tale

It is nineteen-eighty new years eve in less than two days,
that said--this turned a fourteener syllabic lined poem,
fourteener set of rhyming-lined poems--to paraphrase,
I...

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I’m feral like a fox
misplaced in the
maroon mists 
of wilderness,
only found in 
woeful woodland. 
My skin is blanketed
in crimson balmy
hyacinth feathers
from a 
forsaken rainforest. 

Misguided on 
delusional paths, 
where spring-tides 
mirror liquified colors
of warm diamond...

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OLIVE EYES

                                 ...

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Dreamscape

Fright night echoes sounds clink tapped chalices,
Amidst caused bruised concoctions aplenty,
Dons alehouse barmaids geniality,
Fair distance yonder gates of said palaces.

Camaraderie placates fools, nightfalls,
Host chambered snores all else unpleasantries,
Wenches clear tables its swill and varies,
Whilst yon...

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Sometimes when
nightfalls of summer 
feel so cold,
and everything seems dark,
I turn to the heat of 
my grandmother’s soup. 
Life can exist 
within bone China 
or simple ceramic textures, 
savoring salt and spices,
but when it becomes
bland,...

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I bid farewell to pristine auroras
upon the backdrop of a still clear sky
Venus rising from the distance,
the harbinger of light and shadow.
Intricate shades of pink sprawled 
across the arhed span
like strands beneath a canopy white...

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Dearest,


There would be no nightfalls 
thereunto your eyes but partly goosebumps
nor would be nightscapes along your brows 
even an inch above their  shorelines

where darkness heaves 
no. When shadows dance in tip-toed pirouette to the...

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When the 
  moon muses 
to the 
  melody of memories, 
roaming wisps 
   of vanilla gently 
flow through 
   space and time.
Your voice 
  echoes through 
...

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They told us to dream, 
but there is this brand of dream
that is hard to imagine ... So, I'm picturing ... 
and in this will-o'-the-wisp, I become 
Desmodus Rotundus,  
Vampiro en el grottos; 
a...

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Reflections of God
I feel God’s presence when walking o'er hills
In nodding heads of golden daffodils
In fields of green and crystal waterfalls
In trees standing proud, statuesque and tall.

I hear God in vibrant sounds of the woods
In...

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Reflections of God
I feel God’s presence when walking o'er hills
In nodding heads of golden daffodils
In fields of green and crystal waterfalls
In trees standing proud, statuesque and tall.

I hear God in vibrant sounds of the woods
In...

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Sunshine and showers; grey clouds and rainbows.
Woes vanish, and then, again our pain grows.
Our happiness wilts, and then again flowers.
Grey clouds and rainbows; sunshine and showers!

So on and so on, our pathways will wend -
some...

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A curious drop of organe dusk; making way to peek amid the curtains....

Hush the breath rising in slivers of delight; a manifold cat crowing

With blood dripping from the vine; candlelight shadows and the clock chimes

Black...

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Silence listens to tremors of twilight,
spilled across shorelines bathed in lilac,
awaiting the soft sinking of the sun ~ 
soaked in storms of heavy heartbeats,
a Braille of dreams, a touch of secrets,
    ...

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Curious, a drop of orgone dusk
Making way to peek amid that 
These curtains; hush this breath 
Rising in slivers their, delight..
A manifold cat crowing with 
Blood dripping from the vine
Candlelight shadows and the clock 
Chimes...

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As Hedgehog-type cactus in bloom,
With claret-cup desert perfume;
Red-orange petals
On top of nettles-
I guard with my sharp, thorny, broom.

I'm hardy, resistant to clime
In weather where sunshine is prime.
Yet, still thrive in cold
When nightfalls unfold;
A mainstay for...

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Standing up the easel and putting on a scrap piece of paper,
the person with grey eyes and olive skin blinked
aimlessly at the new found lay out of the untouched page.
A smile was not apparent on...

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As nightfalls come to fruition

Leaving room of conditions

For dreams to strive

And before dawn breaks

Memory ceases to create

So to mediate

Our corporal world

Into transient capacities

Of unborn fallacies

To mitigate now’s journey

Into sanctuaries bearing

All fruits of now’s nativity

In proximity...

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A thick fog wraps it tenacles
Encapsulating all
Visibility limited
Floats summer into fall

As the autumn sun rises high
Its warmth dries and heats 
But less warmth and humidity 
With earlier nightfalls

The crickets early this morning
Serenaded the moon
Knowing soon...

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