Refrain Poems - Poems about Refrain

New morning sun Caressed the hills, the quiet lake New morning sun Declared the star-filled night is done With rays that say, time to awake To the fresh start of this daybreak New morning sun ...

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Her lover's kiss Fell on her cheeks like gentle rain Her lover's kiss Filled her with ecstasy and bliss Thunder pealed, sweet kisses again Heartbeats pound with passion's refrain Her lover's kiss 4-23-2025 ...

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Frosted windows moon white In deepest dark, the chill bites Something takes flight Shadows linger in the eaves of a house Haunted by memories n night Ravens call to the darkest light. Watching the world burn, its eyes gone white Something stirs the slumber of chaos in childhood refrain Turning the keys in the rusted locks Lost Words and Dark Secret...

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A whisper of rain on a window pane, A silver thread, a soft refrain. The city sighs, a muted hum, While shadows lengthen, silently come. A neon bloom in the twilight's hold, A story whispered, never told. The streetlights flicker, amber eyes, Reflecting dreams and soft goodbyes. A lonely saxophone, a mournful plea, Drifts on the breeze, wild and free. The heart remembers a tender...

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into night's refrain flavored sighs stroke mound of lips -- weaving sweet passion...

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Why Can’t We Refrain From: Gossip that hurts us War that kills us Hatred that divides us Revenge that destroys us Prejudice that separates us Selfishness that defines us Greed that impoverishes us Corruption that demeans us Egoism that dominates us Because sin defines us ...

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I shall refrain From voicing my political taste As it varies by occasion A soft mushy oatmeal Breakfast Accompanied by a few Blushing strawberries A street vendor hot dog With relish And a side of sauerkraut Washed down with A finely distilled, purified Arizona Aquifer water A “choke and slide” PB&J On the run To pick up the grandkids Fresh fruit and veggies Of unknown origin A flavorless meat mime Of questionable authenticity Milk,...

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The Empty Page It sat there at my student desk In wait of task to tend. Write a poem, the teacher urged, Your thoughts to paper, penned. Intently, I perused the sheet, Pale white and yet unmarked. It lay there teasing my first move, “Don’t leave me unremarked.” This paper, college ruled and prim, Well-bleached and full of aughts, Stared blankly back at me to...

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Into the gloom by Michael R. Burch Into the gloom, beyond the point of caring, past fascist rows that stare and blanch and cross and watch us always, by the sunset's flaring, we watch our footprints vanish. Sponge-like moss absorbs our heavy bootheels, till the whisper of passing from the earth, our soft refrain, sounds like the hoot owl's eerie...

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Ghostly, my echoes are moans floating in the air like muffled murmurs carried on the wind or rippling waves across a calm sea. If I'd been singing lyrics to a sad melody, I'd hear the haunting words until they'd fade away. Where they end up, I'll never know. How far do echoes go traveling from here to there? Maybe they scatter through...

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Damnations symphony strings of rust & bone A skeletal hand strums… Gears grind, hell’s teeth bite deep A skull's silent sight What secrets does it keep Twisted dreams turned metal N Rust, A haunting melody A world's unjust. Shadows cast Siren cries arise, From remnants of refrain Truth that does not lie in silence Rages in the void Broken fingers, deft, now...

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Daddy's specter plectrums mercilessly Fraying my nerves raw with oxidized guitar strings. my thoughts relentlessly hemorrhage onto clay vinyl grooves s p i n n i n g endless nights of suffocation. a midnight jazz wail lacerates the void of your absence. notes gnaw through bone marrow ravenous maggots in the corpse of our love. Chords violently crash splintering my fractured vertebrae a car wreck in slow motion. plucking the frayed synapses of my misfiring modal limbic brain. feel...

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From the chimes settling morning— Another time, another change I slept in your clothes yesterday; The break in brass and sleep numbing Red blur— buried color, holding The lasting eyes in my love's grave— Would this dawn, you could only stay, Instead heaps of morning glories Summer beats down, passing morning On from our daydreams in the night. Your ghost on some green there walking, In...

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People betrayed me because of what I don't have Now they have what I want but can't give it to me Kindness is who you are not what you have, take note Common sense is not common but discrimination is Discernment is the guild of a wise man every dawn. Think different from others staying unique amidst Behaving in a reasonable...

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VILLANELLES IV She Always Grew Roses by Michael R. Burch a belated eulogy for my grandmother, Lillian Lee Tell us, heart, what the season discloses. “Too little loved by the ego in its poses, she always grew roses.” What the heart would embrace, the ego opposes, fritters away, and sometimes bulldozes. Tell us, heart, what the season discloses. “Too little loved...

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