Nightingale Poems

Charis, a brightly coloured tomato,Out under the sun, playing hide and Seek. With no care in the world.Responsible! I don't want it mom,Or so she thought.
Charis, a hardworking student,With a zeal to be the best,And very much different from her...Read More

I stood in awe as she alighted like a bird upon some branch,
Belisha beacon to the abyss bound  clochard.
Bonfire for uncanny scion  adrift,
 ignited by her
incandescent eyes.
Chanteuse  of Arcadia  on song and sound.
Halo at the crossroads,...Read More

Love’s Music

If music be the food of love, play on;
play on, oh my Beloved.
Let the sweet melody of your song
fill the dark realms of night 
like the beautiful voice 
of a besotted nightingale.

Sing only for me … 
only for me,...Read More

It's the end of our beautiful dream
The thrill is gone, for that reason...
I'm through loving you.

The nightingale that sings in my heart
for you has flown away, therefore...
 I'm through loving you.

There's no longer warmth in your smile;
no sparks in your...Read More

Sound travels faster in Darkness
At the edge of my canopy bed, I parted with my words
With background music
       "Waiting Game", "Hot in Here", "I'm of Fire", "Cherry Wine", "Raspberry 
    ...Read More

Because She Craved the Very Best
by Michael R. Burch
 
Because she craved the very best,
he took her East, he took her West;
he took her where there were no wars
and brought her bright bouquets of stars,
the blush and fragrances of roses,
the...Read More

The scientist may assert there is no God,
While the sunset fields bloom goldenrod;
Yet, report of mystery dimensions unseen,
And multiverse based on vibrating strings!

But real proof of God rests in the heart.
If faith is genuine, He will never depart;
Like a return...Read More

As sunset starts to prophesy
And kaleidoscopically vivify,
The day's agonies mollify--
To Sweet Mother's lullaby!

Ages have gone since the dawn,
But time still moves on and on;
Night lures as strength is gone,
And all fears have withdrawn.

This ancient song I know well;
Is one that...Read More

Locked lilac lips interweaved with the calypso of night,  
for whom the seductive song of silence the stars write.
Oscillating yearning serenades the barcarole of heart,
transforms the tenor of melody for the requiem to start
when beyond the broken sky the...Read More

 
With great delight,
out of the shadow night,
a low dulcet melody comes drifting,

a minstrel and singer with a chant, soul-stirring-
a siren of the dark, chirping and twittering,

such a soul-searching, fathomless lovely tale-
so beautiful and so frail,
sweet nightingale.

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December 31, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/A Sweet...Read More

Blue Dress

Tailored

Bespoke

Blue without a doubt is your colour

You of Royal Blue Blood

With Blue Lace Lingerie underneath

My vision , 
My Lady in Blue

I love the way your curves fill that dress

The way the 1st time our eye's met

I remember you resplendent
in...Read More

A cloudy summer evening 
Love stories just beginning
Feigning infatuations
Heart inflammations
Words stuck in throats 
Love letters on paper boats 
Reasonable not to fall 
Yearning eyes tell-all 
Touch beyond doubt a crime 
Thoughts of beloved sublime 
A clandestine tryst 
Too hard to...Read More

What if…

What if my nightingale sings that what is right?
     What if all of this pain just stops for a night?
What if I can see it even it is dark?
     The truth...Read More

Such a night!
Such
A night.
Shadows flit in starlight.
We kiss.
We
Kiss!
On a moonstruck night
Like this.
Such a thrill.
What
A thrill!
Hear nightingale trill.
Darkness.
Caress.
Gone forever
Loneliness.
Lover's dreams.
Sweet
Dreams.
Moonbeams.


...Read More

Like the moon lights up the skies at night
The Sun in the day, shining its light
You are lightening up my heart, and so bright
Oh oh what a sparkling feeling of great delight

And I feel like staying in that shining sun,...Read More

Throughout my life you've cared for me
In oh so many ways.
You were my Florence Nightingale
Way back in childhood days.

And nestled in your cosy lap
I'd readily engage
With captivating stories as
Your voice lit up each page.

Returning home from school each day
I knew...Read More

I'll find you one day 
in this raining 
where you'll be absorbed in 
making the rain drops bower of love

I'll find you one day
in this morning 
where the autumnal breeze will make 
you calm for the sun rising in life...Read More

there is love
in the beauty of flowers petals

there is love
on the flowing rhythm of rivers stream

there is love 
in the chirping  voice of flying nightingale

there is love
in the whispering of wandering breeze

there is love
in the running passage of virgin...Read More

Invictus 

The stories that shows the resilient spirit,
against all odds and rationally is empiric.
It is not where the hero is seeking attention,
it’s the nameless person providing redemption.
The living urge in purity of spirit, without we could not exist,
only by lost...Read More

Invictus 

The stories that shows the resilient spirit,
against all odds and rationally is empiric.
It is not where the hero is seeking attention,
it’s the nameless person providing redemption.
The living urge in purity of spirit, without we could not exist,
only by lost...Read More

“Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam 
                Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.”

John Keats Ode to a Nightingale

“Strange to find a sea captain...Read More

Arise, my little girl.
It is now your time to shine.
Before duchess, duke and earl;
Your act shall be divine.

They cannot know what awaits them.
They cannot know the bliss.
One fiery, brilliant gem
In such a night as this!

Sublime poetry flows
From music in her...Read More

Listen to the sobbing air, smothered by
a satanic blanket of carbon monoxide.
Condemn me not, though I may be impatient,
for my wishes are aborted under industrial waste.
Weave your glowing tapestry of life; believe me,
I won't touch your creation lest it be...Read More

The verses' eyes, like mesh of white lace run
Beyond the horizon in which a rose
Will blush in front of breasts and hot snow dun
In touching dreams which melt the earth, because:

These flowers bring perfumes and more delight
That make you breathe...Read More

Perhaps in time, I’ll know hereby
When in deep sundown and the rain
 A nightingale brown tweets my pain;
In lone tempo, its forlorn cry.

This warbler perches on the sill
Muttering plaintive notes  for me,
 As hands fold to listen closely
To many...Read More