Reddening Poems - Poems about Reddening

...Bliss as words like wine pour over a pure slate, staining it with their meaning and reddening it with their tones. Fervor takes over; the scene unfolds like something already decided as one lett......

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...The Heights of Machu Picchu, Canto VIII by Pablo Neruda translation by Michael R. Burch Ascend with me, my American love! Let’s kiss these mysterious stones together! The Urubamba’s torren......

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...Love in Kyiv by Natalka Bilotserkivets translation by Michael R. Burch Love is more terrible in Kyiv than spectacular Venetian passions, than butterflies morphing into bright tapers– winged c......

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...CACOETHES The urge comes upon us all, in time To step over the line, however bad Yet some of us know, others do not How deep into trouble one has got For a few, it can be starting the rot But......

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...Leaves leaving reddening scarlet trees. Sweaters weaving before the freeze.......

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...The boat sways under a reddening sunset. Is it wrong to wish for a Viking funeral, to ponder a last journey West into the dying light? Strangers have always been my companions, they intuit th......

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...Aurora has arrived. The symphony shall start. Andante is its sonata and golden. Cast away is night’s dark cloak. Such lovely art greets each day. To God I am beholden. A reddening beauty become......

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...don't sip the stream the orange king roared but his warning went largely ignored the water was tainted with crocs the big ass died right on the spot cat tail twitching from the reddening shore......

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... I endure my arrogance like a leftover twin absorbed during gestation, seeing myself in everything, not only the eyes that watch me rocking back and forth in a corner in order to flip my ......

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... My feelings, on the crest of each wave, a fresh beginning washes ashore, then ebbs away before becoming a “thing”. A dream rides each falling leaf, drops to die in the sun, portraying the t......

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...it's teeth some jaw around my head, biting baiting an air beast wintering wind anaconda squeeze of miserly monsters that I'm dragging as I walk and wings whose tips stipple cheeks, redden......

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...I am weary of conflict, arguments battling across bloodied ground. The dead always come back as ghosts to haunt the dark arena of sleep. Life becomes defined by armaments. I shall find a ......

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...There was a time in days of yore perhaps far back before a cave had a door – when faith was everything Before we thought we knew, and dreams and prayers more mattered There was a primiti......

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...Poppy by Michael R. Burch “It is lonely to be born.” – Dannie Abse, “The Second Coming” It is lonely to be born between the intimate ears of corn . . . the sunlit, flooded, shellshocked rows......

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...From the infinity of the hidden windows the cuckoo cooing ushering the morning through the darkness Feroz has just set fire to the oven, and his brief body cloth he stretches to cover his ears and......

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