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Poems About Adam, Eve, Lucifer, Eden and the Fall
Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer
Eden
by Michael R. Burch
Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the children eat?
Fruit indecently sweet,
redolent as incense, with a tempting aroma...
Outcasts
by...
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Categories:
sunken, bible, christian, creation, god, heaven, paradise, sin,
Form:
Free verse
Halloween Poems Iv
the Horror
by Michael R. Burch
the Horror lurks inside our closets
the Horror hides beneath our beds
the Horror hisses ancient curses
the Horror whispers in our heads
the Horror tells us Death is coming
the Horror tells us there’s no...
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Categories:
sunken, dark, death, evil, grave, halloween, horror, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
Radiance, For Dylan Thomas
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 feels its meaning—
the...
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Categories:
sunken, earth, light, love, poems, poetry, poets, words,
Form:
Sonnet
Come Down, For Harold Bloom
Come Down
by Michael R. Burch
for Harold Bloom
Come down, O, come down
from your high mountain tower.
How coldly the wind blows,
how late this chill hour ...
and I cannot wait
for a meteor shower
to show you the time
must be...
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Categories:
sunken, books, culture, discrimination, education, extended metaphor, literature,
Form:
Sonnet
What Good Are Our Tears
What Good Are Our Tears?
by Michael R. Burch
What good are our tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is our concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?
What good, the warm benevolence...
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Categories:
sunken, child, child abuse, children, death, poverty, sick,
Form:
Free verse
As Time Walked By
These are early poems of mine, written as a high school student in the 10th grade.
as Time walked by
by Michael R. Burch
yesterday i dreamed of us again,
when
the air, like honey,
trickled through cushioning grasses,
softly flowing,...
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Categories:
sunken, 10th grade, boy, child, childhood, first love,
Form:
Free verse
Visit To Antietam
Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant...
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Categories:
sunken, america, conflict, history, together, war,
Form:
Ode
Poems About Dylan Thomas
These are poems about Dylan Thomas, as well as poems "for" and "after" Dylan Thomas. Dylan Thomas was one of my favorite poets from my early teens and has remained so over the years. I...
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Categories:
sunken, poems, poetry, poets, romantic, words, write, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Myth, After Dylan Thomas
Myth, after Dylan Thomas
by Michael R. Burch
Here the recalcitrant wind
sighs with grievance and remorse
over fields of wayward gorse
and thistle-throttled lanes.
And she is the myth of the scythed wheat
hewn and sighing, complete,
waiting, lain in a low...
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Categories:
sunken, autumn, faith, grief, life, myth, october, september,
Form:
Verse
This World of Dew
THIS WORLD OF DEW
This world?
Moonlit dew
flicked from a crane's bill.
—Eihei Dogen Kigen, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Seventy-one?
How long
can a dewdrop last?
—Eihei Dogen Kigen, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Dewdrops beading grass-blades
die before...
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Categories:
sunken, age, art, autumn, bereavement, death, life, time,
Form:
Haiku
The Angry Black Woman
She stood with her back turned to me
Leaning slightly towards where the light tapered off into darkness
Her faced buried deep inside her cupped hands
Her own shadow towered over her seemingly at odds with her...
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Categories:
sunken, africa, anger, beauty, betrayal, black african american,
Form:
I do not know?
Poems About Regret
Regret
by Michael R. Burch
Regret,
a bitter
ache to bear . . .
once starlight
languished
in your hair . . .
a shining there
as brief
as rare.
Regret . . .
a pain
I chose to bear . . .
unleash
the torrent
of your hair . ....
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Categories:
sunken, memory, pain, remember, sad, sorrow, sorry, sympathy,
Form:
Rhyme
Death Watch
Death Watch
It was early morning.
The sun was barely above the high hills on the other side of the lake.
I was at the end of the dock slowly reeling in my line.
I could see fish jumping...
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Categories:
sunken, death, father, poetry, sick, drug,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Over and Over Agin
sometimes i talk to myself,
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all.
she cried silent in...
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Categories:
sunken, childhood, dark, daughter, death, depression, forgiveness, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Jean-Louis Barrault As I Lay Dying
Heavy storm was sweeping dark Paris streets
Lit with dim lights that dreary November night
With ghostly shadows lurking in the corners
Cold wind dancing with dirty wet leaves fallen
In the water pools in the middle...
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Categories:
sunken, allusion, art, death, french, imagery, life, philosophy,
Form:
Ballad
Now and Then and Now Again
1
Though still within our infancy,
we strive to thrive, but woefully
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name...
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Categories:
sunken, corruption, culture, environment, money, pollution, racism, religion,
Form:
Monorhyme
Winter, 1948
WINTER, 1948 [40 Saxton Street]
for W.W
The winter nights that pass now
are so unlike the winter nights
that passed before, that I often
struggle back in those suspended moments
when sleep grapples for a hold,
to once again hear the...
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Categories:
sunken, age, childhood, family, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Never Alone
A young girl who’s lost & wandering in the darkness cries out
“If there’s a God out there please save me!”
The darkness replied with silence
But she kept listening so intently to the nothingness around her,
Clenching and...
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Categories:
sunken, anxiety, betrayal, bullying, depression,
Form:
Free verse
The Mask of Tourmaline
Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.
I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows...
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Categories:
sunken, anxiety, horror, imagination, mystery, myth, night, psychological,
Form:
Couplet
The Mask of Alabaster
Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.
I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...
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Categories:
sunken, anxiety, confusion, deep, dream, education, fantasy, fear,
Form:
Couplet
Love Has a Southern Flavor
Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...
Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in...
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Categories:
sunken, desire, longing, love, romance, romantic, romantic love,
Form:
Sonnet
The Wicked Witch of Soup Creek Bites the Dust
Galloping hooves broke morn's peace in Soup Creek's Main Street
When Jimmy Smith rode in from Bar 20 his face white as a sheet
He stopped at Sheriff Koplins office and banged heavily on the door
"What's...
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Categories:
sunken, america, death, humor, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
Bionic Betty: Another True Tale From the Mental Ward
Betty was bonafide crazy. She had shot her husband after a night of drunken quarreling, and was in the state mental hospital instead of being in the slammer. She'd shot the louse in the stomach...
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Categories:
sunken, crazy, woman,
Form:
Narrative
Ground Level Entry
"Ground Level Entry"
“She fits the bill”,
they say it
insouciantly
visions of being
carried in the beak
of a bilious pelican
where it builds
its rudimentary nest,
it uses sticks and debris
no stones, yet,
from irreverence
thrown at it
no higher...
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Categories:
sunken, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Bitter Wind - Page 1
Bitter Wind
With the winds beginning in the autumn season, the Soul seems to be a leaf falling towards new pain.
In the heat of the fire flying with the wind, it inhales us with...
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Categories:
sunken, literature, war,
Form:
Free verse