Plywood Poems - Poems about Plywood

...So you want to hear a story, first of all there is no morning glory. Your feet touch the floor its cold as ice as is the water, what a surprise. With sleepy eyes you look for your clothes, best thin......Read the rest...

...Black lives matter. Me too. Not my president. Give peace a chance. Luck runs out. I like immigrants. Power must be challenged by power. Equal and opposite reactions. God is the answer. Love ......Read the rest...

...Bright fingers of crimson and gold, reaching skyward, The flames flicker and dance as they illuminate the dark. As we toss on another twig and some old plywood. Now and then embers would escape wi......Read the rest...

...day ends in a shanty town When crossing the bridge to the shanty town The day was almost over, blank and tired and due to pollution, the light on the bridge had a hue of aureate The huts in th......Read the rest...

...I had a lovely little doll got at the tender age of seven. It was made of fine plastic, with twinkling eyes and golden hair. At a time when my generation had not heard of Barbie dolls, My uncle li......Read the rest...

...The toy box made of plywood painted white my grandfather built for me when I was three has become a time machine a tool of torture Why haven’t I burned its contents to ash as I did all his lette......Read the rest...

...Starlight and Moonlight II These are poems about starlight and moonlight, moons and stars, dreams and visions, illuminations and intimations … Deliver Us... by Michael R. Burch for m......Read the rest...

... I am poetry a nightingale stringing blues Of medieval lyrics---swords sliding bows. lyrics whose broken tones, can't be rewritten, of blood fe......Read the rest...

...Enlightenment What is this consciousness that feels so sublime? They told me that I am conscious of my time. It is all gloomy and dark with lots of pain. If I'm conscious, is it virtue o......Read the rest...

...LOVE POEMS IV by Michael R. Burch These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about love, passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, romance, relationships and marriage. ......Read the rest...

...plywood windows dusty streets faded graffiti......Read the rest...

...Sonnets XLII-LI Distances by Michael R. Burch Moonbeams on water? the reflected light of a halcyon star now drowning in night... So your memories are. Footprints on beaches now floodin......Read the rest...

...Their pounded wind called our neighborhood. We were children who entered their work like a hearth. Electric wisk, whine, sawdusted the cool summer uder our trees. From banded boards ba......Read the rest...

...Snapshots by Michael R. Burch Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows. And there you go, skipping your way to school. And here we are, drifting apart like untethered balloons. Here I am, creatin......Read the rest...

...There was always a surfeit of light in your presence. You stood distinctly apart, not of the humdrum world— a chariot of gold in a procession of plywood. We were all pioneers of the modern exped......Read the rest...