Michigan Poems - Poems about Michigan

Rainbow's Bend, Of Michigan, Score's Light! Rainbow's Bend, ...

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THINKING OF YOU MARILYN PELLEGREN OUR PATHS CROSSED AND I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL SO BLESSED WE MET THE MANY TALKS ABOUT RAISING FAMILIES CHILDREN MARRIAGE FORD MOTOR COMPANIES AND THE GARMENT DISTRICT WOW THE BALANCE OF YOUR LOSS LOSING TWO CHILDREN TO THIS DREADFUL DISEASE SO MANY ON WAITING LIST FOR DONORS OTHERS GOING...

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I wanna go back to Michigan so I catch me some really good fish again. The fish from any other U.S. lake tend to give me such a bellyache, that I can't wait to have a Michigan fish on my dish again. ...

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When fall comes around. We expect leaves on the ground. But still, we see petals in the breeze. Which reminds us of summer’s unease. It’s September here in Michigan. But it feels like August again. I want to enjoy hot apple cider. I want to see a Halloween spider. I want to wear my favorite jacket. But instead, I grab my tennis racket. And go...

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At the end of another summer day Rainbow of deflated asses crotches and breasts strung along our deck railing Flail like a Tibetan prayer flag Under the smoky umbrella of burgers and brats Grilling for dinner Souls adrift from their left behind soaked skin The sleeves and pantlegs re-begin Arms and legs jog in place In the cool lungs of a dry evening...

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Out of the blue on this summer day Richie asks me if I want to swim with him across the lake Sure what the hell and that is that I will match the older boy’s vim and whim Two strong boys armored with Nietzsche arrogance and Tolkien muscle Armada of scarecrows and wrists assemble on Wally’s manmade beach To accompany us...

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I’m from Michigan. I don’t know what I want. So I just go to school in state to save money. The money lives in a Michigan bank. I cheer our school mascot. At a football game and it rains and snows. I’m from Michigan. I’m as worried as the Great Lakes. Someday, we’ll dry out together. But for now. We stay in a forgotten state. I’m...

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Her spell remains over me 44 years later Once a bumblebee has kissed the nectar of Snapdragon The creature is fever of succulence She says, “You kiss so softly I think it’s a thing with guys with braces My name is Bob.” That’s quite a coincidence After our third day at Civitan camp in Albion High school awaits us all this fall Someone...

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We don’t put away our boots and coats. Here in Michigan. Instead, we close our eyes and feel a soft presence. We jerk awake, in our hammocks. To a dream of cold snow. But it was just a dandelion on my nose. There’s a wind, but it’s warm. There are clouds but they’re wispy and bright. So we fall back asleep. It’s really too...

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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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Tear by on a Friday Doing 75 down Sharon Road Short cut up north through the federal woods Back here No one knows from US-127 About the clear-cutting as far as the eye can see Or the heads of hills chopped off and rolling And curves of road that’ve lost their will To bend A mailbox shakes in my scissor wake With no house or...

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The idea of Christmas snow in Michigan is replaced with fog Hot breath exhaled to cold lollipop trees My blurry life-sized polar bear salutes through the front window To me Staring back from the couch He is sweating out there in his winter coat House fills with noisy nightly ghosts Filling empty beds left from the grown kids Creaks I suppose from the...

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Washed up on the shore agates sparkle and shine in a hazy sunshine...

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Angelic in beauty also in sound flowing over tarnished rocks carefree in the Lost world known as the Upper Peninsula tourist come from other states just to explore, hike and sightsee they're splendid beauty...

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Some decades past, perhaps two score Was when my feet first walked in Dorr. I give that town my due respect With humbleness, I genuflect. Yet when I’m asked where I was raised, I see their eyes, perplexed and dazed. As I announce, “Was raised in Dorr,” Their jaws just drop and hit the floor. And disbelief they cannot hide: “I did not think...

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