Dark Nightingale Poems

As soft moonlight shone upon the maiden,
   She pulled her dark hair away from her face.
   With fresh flowers, her garden...

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As the song goes, she sings because she's happy and because she's free.
I'm also happy and free, but I sure do wish that I could...

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"The Nightingale Burning"



I pluck the Silver chords 
of your mind, sharp 
talons of Phoenix 
becomes a Nightingale
too slow to kiss 
wet lips are burning
melting moist...

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Sappho's Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

Hushed yet melodic, the hills and the valleys
sleep unaware of the nightingale's call
while the dew-laden lilies lie
listening, 
glistening...
this is their...

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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...

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Locked within a golden cage
Kept under lock and key
Cloaked with a dark veil
To hide me from the world
Kept in the darkness
In this cold prison.

Under watchful...

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Let me dedicate this poem to Richard Lamoureux who took time to read my poems and left lovely comments.


There is a Nightingale outside my window
Sitting...

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...cont

She flew back to her nest that she so carefully tended and loved,
the angel close behind her.
“Why do you stay,” he said angrily.
“I have given...

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...cont

His sleep was tormented,
each sound he heard playing upon his dreams,
until the sweet notes he remembered
floated into his ears like the gentleness of down.
Following the...

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Dour gray granite monolith,
the tower rises, stark, against the velutinous grenadine
of the dusk filled evening sky.
As the god of night draws his opaque cloak
across the...

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Nightingale Insomnia

The leaves are quite tonight
the winds have gone to lazy rest;
the moon steals a peak—
disinterested, reclines away
leaving the dark humid night lingering
and sleep becoming...

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My heart
Like a dying nightingale,
Seaks your company,
Either in doleful silence
Of twilit evenings,
Or enfolded in joys of endless love,
Of your warm and gentle arms.

And it pipes...

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Hush, the nightingale is asleep on the broken tree branch:
What can a nightingale dream on the wildness?
Maybe he dreams with a golden cage and a...

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with delight
out of the shadow night
a low sweet melody comes drifting

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

soul-searching,...

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O sweetly sings the nightingale,
In words of poetic allure
That echo through the night’s dark veil
And yet so softly reassure.
Across the years he touched my soul
With...

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