Mike Poems - Poems about Mike

Something was changing one day— I felt it when a cool breeze blew. Restless branches danced and swayed while the world around me grew silent. With the first touches of rain I smelled ozone in the air and in a moment of glory raised my arms. I embraced the moment as mine alone but looked for the word to describe how I felt like...

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her presence at first sight an illumination something I didn’t understand she stirred imagination a current ran through my body and whatever stirred was beyond comprehension an angel, perhaps I watched as she checked into my life and disappeared without a word but she lingered in my mind a constant stirring until the next time when I said hello ...

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MOSQUITO MIKE Just something a bit humorous on this hot summer day.. There once was a mosquito named Mike. His buzzing and biting I did not like. On my arm he found a place flitted and fluttered with grace. I swatted at him with a handspike. Mike dodged and weaved with carefree...

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Without a word I slip out of bed and a thousand conversations run through my mind as I walk barefoot across worn carpeting. Two nights ago, I barely made it home while driving through a deluge and water on the roads. I defied the warnings and survived as bolts of lightning laced the sky. I was the storm. I was the silence. Now as the sun pokes...

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a blank page when I awaken and walk barefoot across the carpet and when I embrace the song of nothingness it wants more a cool breeze through the window breathes new life onto the page in front of me and the sun peaks through the window as I sit at my laptop and slide my feet under the desk I love my muse and learn to let...

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morning light through window a song heard in my dream lingers living beyond time birds outside my window sing I hear the voice of angels a conversation with a friend I showed her a poem she read between the lines silence said more the words a beginning perhaps silence said more than words she read between the lines I showed her a poem a conversation with a friend I...

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They bore the winds of time as they rose from arid lands. They sun poked past one peak while my work crew waited to move to another place on the highway, and we knew the day would fade. We knew highways must always be mended and the same with our lives. We spoke in hushed voices among these hills made when the earth shifted. Somewhere beyond rested a...

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Road work had been finished for the winter on an asphalt strip north of town near a nature preserve. I said good-bye to the hotel owner and he invited me back although the town was a lifetime away from my home. We shook hands. The town wore its history well with a façade of an old west town complete with a jail and post...

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with a touch of rain and sun the lawn has come to life spring has brought forth times of growth and times to mow a soft breeze whispers to me there are times to love and times to be alone there are times to love and times to be alone and every day I live and die but a lawn that is cared...

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The first Wednesday of the month we sit around the table and share poems written with care and revised. We take in their shapes and forms and read between the lines. We gasp with wonder about creations and search for other words to make each verse stronger. Each of us has written volumes by now the lives we shared month-by-month. A retired lawyer has returned from...

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The sun my awakening a strip of asphalt shimmers off somewhere in Nebraska hundreds of miles from home. Sandhills seen for the first time I look at them with eyes of a child but my body aches as life springs forth from underground streams. Center lines are being painted an arduous day of work promised it always arrives too soon but serene skies stretch to endless horizons. My...

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It could have been a jester wrapped in shrink wrap or a prince who danced who spoke to me. To go or stay I didn’t know. I didn’t know as I drove to see a friend— we’d just worked together at a store but she left. I followed the signs to a new place. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Trees and parks and rows of houses rolled past...

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light through window as I awaken my shoulder aches but I raise my arm branches in full bloom reach for the sky everything looks the same but my heart knows something’s different my ears ring but lines run through my head before opening the laptop and writing a poem morning stillness but the roommate’s cat comes to me it’s comfort I seek after...

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I’ve Just Seen a Face my first selection I become more than I am for the contest I sing without the prompts and make the lyrics mine. I'm happy to have the day off. Neon lights shine in the window as other patrons watch and someone throwing darts pauses to take a look. Free deli sandwiches and chips on a table— a special night to partake. My second, Lady...

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If you don’t like the weather wait five minutes and it will change. A pitcher has pitched a shutout— he is a hero. You can bet he’s talked about everywhere. Somewhere something is on sale— it was marked up the first day. A song in the background rocks but it is lost in haste. A stitch in time saves nine but old blue jeans are thrown...

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