Child Passion Poems

(In a Lush Garden Somewhere Out There)

The student stands where shifting sands of thought,
Once firm with reason, now elusive truths are sought.
Its splendor wanes, a...

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Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch

I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.

I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my...

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perpetual 
is my love for poetry.
without it 
how would life taste to me?
i bet it'd be so bitter 
i'd spit it out.
I'd choke 
on thousands...

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Thoughts staggering slowly
Resisting the release
Why do i now struggle
When the past flowed so free

Have I lost my touch
My talent gone through time
Who have I become
A...

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I love Christmas
a special time
watching people smile
seeing children laugh
a blessing this year
in lieu of the grief
and illness around
we need to remember
it's a time to 
love...

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Hook:
I spit my truths in my rhymes
the depths of my mind
put my life on the line
my wrongs to be right

what more do they want

my rap...

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A cool February evening Damian was
Asleep. He felt somebody rubbing 
His chest. "Leave me girl." Polly
Rolled out of bed and announced 
"Damian, you should move...

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White Curtains

The room is nothing special. A double bed with a cream duvet against a bland eggshell wall. A picture of a sailboat on the...

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Many a year so far
a sweet sensation would within surge 
as back to school season 
has just begun..
The feelings of a child 
eager and joyful...

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Beneath the wounds
                      ...

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I evoke the yearning desire,
Temptation expressing such fire,
Passions rising from the dark night,
Like feelings the poets will write

Owning the splendor of the storm,
Ardors this strong…...

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Aaaah haa my love my love
How beautiful this love  love
Love my love because when a
Child is conceived in love and
Grows with love the child...

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A child lights our way in life...
The greatest gift there is to be.
They suppress our selfish inclinations...
They set our passions free.

They give sense to our...

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When you and your wife visited,
you shared a question asked by a pastor
of a raped
and thereby pregnant
vulnerably young and questioning parishioner.

"If your unborn child survived
his...

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I let it slip away…
Gentling whispers, like the breathless
Kisses falling over my trembling
Lips when I was young, first love – first
Dreams of everything that becomes
Possible...

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