Pull Poems

Did you ever love someone madly, though never fully understanding why?
Untrained for such distress, when they touched your hand.
You shared a few days in the morning Sun, and loved on warm nights.

I would bring you the moon and stars if...Read More

'                          "Finally"

You had dreams 
To fulfill
We all have gifts
Let's keep it real
Somewhere deep down
There is...Read More

~~A Unique Wedding Ring~~

BRIDES have wedding rings so lovely,
in all colors, some with precious stones,
But you may not have mine, it's too
unique!

BRIDES really are their husband's sunshine,
in dresses traditional or new.
But I was married wearing a raincoat,
Love makes the vows,...Read More

God has birthed this in you
He’s given you power to pull through
Made you from the dust and dirt
Provided you all of your worth
You are more than just dirt
You are worth more than rubies and gold
Sold
You’re not
The storms are raging on...Read More

I’m both painfully shy, and brazenly bold.
The push & pull of opposing natures
that form my existence.

Living my life between the lines
Cold and factual yet scattered and emotion charged,
Faltering, yet ever steady;
loyal even when in full run.

Shuttering and stuttering with precision,
accurately...Read More

A full-gorged moon opens its illumined glare.
Ghost lights flood the dens, burrows and nests
of all creatures,
a limpid dementia swirls blood-red clouds 
in predatory eyes.
 it enters bedrooms, cellars, attics
creeps beneath crawl-spaces.
It follows us into slumber
raises the bones of shipwrecked dreams,
dreams...Read More

...“You know that I didn’t start out this way,
and this life I have never desired,
I just wanted to discover the past,
to my mind no calling was higher…

“Until the day I found that cursed tomb,
we were so thrilled to see what...Read More

I stood on the corner this morning
Absorbing the fresh morning air
listening attentively to the morning news
That has everyone so upset and confused
The morning sun is just peeping out
with its orange and yellowish color
Stirring lazy bodies out of bed 
pointing to...Read More

I was staring at your picture
For some time today and
This is what I imagined:
I walked up to you and said
I need you to take my hand
And the other one too.
Pull me to you with those
Big strong arms of yours,
Wrap them...Read More

Warmth,

The other side has called
her winter's finally born
the geese are flying east
the pain has left her mark

X's no longer stay
they just go
as the hurt 
forages on
and eats their own

too much 
it's too much

burning darkened soot
pulling out the roots
it's death
by default...Read More

Where do I sit?
On the floor at your feet.!
I cannot readily pull up a seat;
Joining the crowded
table of your life.
I cannot see where
there's room for one more.

This love I have for you is too big
to be petty.
Too grave to be...Read More

Your Pull
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

You were like sunshine and rain—
begetting rainbows,
full of contradictions, like the intervals
between light and shadow.

That within you which I most opposed
drew me closer still,
as a magnet exerts its unyielding pull
on insensate steel.

Originally published by The...Read More

He was eastern born in a small town.
And loved being out in the wild.
He fished, hunted, could track a deer down.
At the end of a good hunt, he just smiled.

But there was something not quite right.
A place inside he couldn't...Read More

There’s a child in me

That child in me crying on the ground,
 has been beaten and yelled at by 
others and myself. 

I pull her off the ground all my flowing tears washing away her pain.

“Dear child that is us...Read More

The siren saw the purity in the couple’s heart leap.
So she swam toward the boat to exact a win.
There were sharks in the water beyond the coral reef,
So they would have to pull their appendages in. 

Petals of the new...Read More

At ten, I have composure to maintain
At nine, I know the chance is all but mine
At eight, I beat back fears and thoughts of a one-eighty
At seven, I am at sixes and sevens
At six, I draw my know-how and pull...Read More

as the sky lids peel back, my lovely twitters in back-
yard, a lovely swoon of spoken word. hoping the
circles of your eyes will be bluer than the Caribbean sea.
will you? Will you please...me?   The song continues,
true magic ripples...my...Read More

Give me some pliers so I can pull out my tooth.
I want it gone now.
Dentist?
No thank you.
They always hurt me.
If you can’t find the pliers, bring me a power drill.

...Read More

The Lilliputians are out playing ball
   Enjoying the fresh air of late Fall
When storm clouds roll in
   Hulking Gullivers, wearing wide grins...

A Gull warns 'em, 'Fun's over, guys.'
   'Cos the  court belongs to...Read More

MAGNETIC NORTH

A house misses you.
You don’t live there now.
It’s delighted to see you.
It pulls you to it’s curb.

A house misses you.
You happen by.
That dark window,
knows your outside.

That house misses you!
There are the violets.
Once grown in a window.
They are now, long...Read More

Hovering over the distant light that shrouds one’s gain
become a western wagon wheel with a  broken rim
Its going nowhere fast and doomed to fall into a rut
a rut that will continue to absorb one’s prosperity.
more horses are needed to...Read More

He was off again managing 
Someone else’s chaos
when she stood looking up
at impossible elegance,
rounded into ruby perfection, 
dangling from the twisted branches.
There’s a pull from the forbidden
that’s hard to deny.  
She knew the moment he 
told her “No,” she...Read More

Blue and Gold.

I'll keep the blue flag flying,
With its stars of gold.
A symbol of true friendship
Between enemies of old.

I'll keep the blue flag flying
As we hurtle into night,
My country burns with shameful hate
As we slide down to the Right.

This isn't...Read More

pull back the curtain ...


                    shine my mind's depths and see  - me,


       ...Read More

And hence forth I am alone
A lone worrier
Going back to my den
And live like the old
Dragon with no companion
In a lost jungle
Who?
Will come to be a friend
Whom will i ever open my platter
Of thoughts,like varieties of fruits
In custured,
I alone will...Read More