Sonnet Lost Poems

Mirrors to shatter as soon as she struts past
Her eyes can deceive the relief you perceived
Choke on your words, lose sight at her arrival
Unable to...

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MEMORIES OF SPRING

Spring is the time for hope, the poets write.
Now winter’s loosed its icy grip one more,
The crocuses creep boldly into sight,
With pretty tulips...

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A Haunting Waltz

As I recline, wearied, on this eve so dark and dreary,
Whispers in the shadows, tales of Victorian eerie.
The moon, a spectral lantern, spills...

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Can it be found if it’s not lost?
Is there value, without a cost?
I’m sure the answers must be yes,
How can I explain to you best?

First...

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What The Roses Don’t Say
by Michael R. Burch

Oblivious to love, the roses bloom
and never touch ... They gather calm and still
to watch the busy insects...

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Our love was superhuman
Now it has become a ghosting promise
The memories we shared together got lost in the sand we used stand in
How could a...

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I discovered love too soon and easily destroyed it.
I discovered love could bloom again and so I tried it,
I discovered like a child with stubby...

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In shadows cast, a sad girl's tear does fall
A heart burdened by sorrow yet untold
Her spirit shrouded in a darkened pall
In solitude she weeps, her...

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Did you know that it is dinner, my dear?
You forever in your room thee door shut.
You needeth join us, lend a willing ear? 
Thee father...

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I am now "away from the noise,"  
my fruit gum I am chewing.  
Sitting here wondering what the boys,  
could be doing.  

 
 
Now all unpacked,  
a book I...

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If this is the last time, a vow I keep,
Lamenting loneliness, within me seeps,
The cure, I believe, lies within the soul,
Awakening it, making the heart...

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And Throughout Vast Purple Range, Visions Cascade Down

No fictive dream deludes for now, so her heart bleeds
And weeping spirit no comfort dares to arrive
She that...

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The town, betrayed by time passed, lies forsaken.
Lost, lain memories, like tumble weeds, awaken
To the prod of windy wisps, and roll willy nilly,
Hazardously rendering any...

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To Live, To Dream, Being With The Goddess Yet Again

I walk with trepidation, nine inch nails in my aching soul
A grieving ghost, far, far atop...

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And I, The Poor Lost Soul That She Did Gladly Save

Early dawn in the midst of a cool windswept day
I rose to see life and...

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