Past Perfect Poems - Poems about Past Perfect

...Coming to the promised land. South Florida home of the newly wed and nearly dead. I watch the clouds role by for today seems like yesterday and the day before. The same faces pass my eye. I say hello......Read the rest...

...Where have those years gone? In ninth decade when I brood, They’re here on their own— As my life’s second childhood— In memories all marooned! Wish I’d not grown up, There were times when I f......Read the rest...

...These are lullabies I have written as poems. Midnight Lullaby by Michael R. Burch I. A measureless rhythm rules the night— few have heard it, but I have shared it, and its secret is mine.......Read the rest...

...Let's make a pact: let's forget the past Footsteps from behind, there are no more Thorns that are love bonds now Past perfect. ..passed on!... PS studing Erivas......Read the rest...

...His Limbo Soliloquy Actually, I like lockdown. I already was before COVID anyway, but now I’ve got my privacy. No family feeling forced to visit ......Read the rest...

...His Limbo Soliloquy Actually, I like lockdown. I already was before COVID anyway, but now I’ve got my privacy. No family feeling forced to visit ......Read the rest...

...Final Lullaby by Michael R. Burch for my mother, Christine Ena Burch Sleep peacefully—for now your suffering’s over. Sleep peacefully—immune to all distress, like pebbles unaware of raging......Read the rest...

..."Reigning Cats and Dogs" Posted 6 Dec 2020 the difference between dogs and cats is dogs have owners, cats have staff who's supposed to read the signs that say 's......Read the rest...

...These are peace poems, prayer poems, hymns and lullabies I have written for family, friends and the world over the years ... Peace Prayer by Michael R. Burch for Jim Dunlap Be calm. Be sti......Read the rest...

...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.......Read the rest...

...One moment too late, a misconception what happened to a time well spent scorched by anger, bedeviled by sorrow, entombed by history One day was thought to be bad enough yet it expanded and a week......Read the rest...

...SIXTY EIGHT For years I’ve lived with being a soixante-huiter Although my wardrobe’s more fastidious and neater Those heady days are not beyond recall The nights and days when we first did it a......Read the rest...