Soldier Poems Poems

Who writes lovely poems
extracting buried words
from profound feelings,
or even deft thoughts?

Have mourners listened
to an epitaph and cried?
Have good mothers read
a nursery rhyme to a child?

The...

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The poet, with his pen of gold,
Writes his stories gone untold.
His rhymes continue to grow old,
Left by fires long grown cold.

The archer, with his golden...

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I have written many alliteration poems
Which  bolstered my meticulous monotony 
Of mediocrity  and boggled my  beautiful 
Bleeding brain.  My favorite 
ALLITERATION...

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If I had not went to war,
I would been a farmer man.
Feeding cows, pigs and horses;
And working on my land.
If I had not went to...

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Hay now, now sing this corrosion
Of winter wastes and Red stars white nights

And waring tribes a bully on the block 
To kick you when your...

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The streets are vacant under the mystery rain gently falling as I gaze into the cold blue depth of a fluorescence-lit street

Languishing…

Under blaring lamps, the...

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Will I be a cleric or a pastor?
I 
I think of be a priest in Catholic Church,
All allies & helpers cry
Yes, my fiancée said I...

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In life…
Whether you remain as plain toast,
Or into a soldier you are cut,
Whether you are covered in marmalade,
Or dipped into yolk from an egg cup,
In...

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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Leather boots 
tight black suits 
skin hot as hell 
Bone white skulls stare

At its heart
cutting sweet 
burns in between
Deep in a place 
for the pain

The...

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Welcome home the family has missed you                        Dad come down now    ...

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He stared at his war medals;
As bright as when first minted,
His own lustre long since tarnished;
Only tear-filled eyes now glinted!

He belonged to a generation
That sacrificed...

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Every tree has its sprite,
a living deity ever vigilant of its needs.

Great Yggdrasil 
ancient tree of life
holds her sprite within
her wending, winding arms;
a caress of...

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Poems about Poems (I)



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~underwater~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles...
Both...

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Sonnets XVII-XXIV

Discrimination
by Michael R. Burch

The meter I had sought to find, perplexed,
was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose.
I found it in sheet...

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