He No Longer Loves
...He is no longer in love with me.
His spoken words flesh caught like dull razors.
Churning pains toss me in raw seeped reelings.
I feel feather fragile as weighty aches
conflict and t...
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Categories:
reelings, betrayal, break up, emotions,
Form: Verse
Rag Doll
...Rag Doll
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 17
On an angry sea a rag doll is tossed
back and forth between cruel waves
that have marred her easy beauty
and ripped away her clothes.
And her arms, ...
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Categories:
reelings, anger, beauty, clothes, hair,
Form: Rhyme
Circus Life
...Circus Life
Inside, it smells like death and pain.
And two beasts guard
the heart of my brain.
Puzzles and pieces
scatter from the hilt.
My spine breaks under
this mountain of guilt.
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Categories:
reelings, analogy, angst, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Early Poems XX
...Early Poems XX
These are my early poems or juvenilia.
Paradise
by Michael R. Burch, age 15
There’s a sparkling stream
And clear blue lake
A home to beaver,
Duck and drake
Where the...
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Categories:
reelings, 10th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Rhyme
A Voice of Consciousness-
...In my ear I hear a voice of consciousness
In my spirit I feel the voice of consciousness
Hark! I hear in mine mind's ear
A sentence I'm in awareness
Of mine internal external exist...
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Categories:
reelings, analogy, environment, feelings, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
Poetry Anthology Part 1
...Woven are these pages in poetic verse,
With bare threads of our deepest feelings,
You will find laughter, tears and remorse,
and words of wisdom, prayer and healings.
Krish Radhakrishna
The w...
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Categories:
reelings, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Poetry
...Letting us live life in situations so diverse
bestow tranquility under unsure reelings
each moment felt, understood, of course
on path of faith, gratitude and kneelings.
Sensitivity thus gained...
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Categories:
reelings, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Escaping Review
...Unsettling accounts
of the days gone by,
My nerves do not mount
to a hill of beans,
But, I am screaming
out the days,
The days of meaning
the days of numb.
Unsettling words
the count the s...
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Categories:
reelings, introspection,
Form: I do not know?