Grief Romanticism Poems

Cloud is getting dark .
It's going to rain ,
that reminds the pain .
I want to kiss the rain !
I want to kiss the rain !
I...

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So many men who take
And in doing so cause damage and Heart break 
To women who must put the pieces back together
They rise up from...

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the mute swan's song
has an ambiance
where motion moves naught
it hovers in an existence 
where time becomes meaningless
lighting...

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What strokes the heart, bridges the tears?
A rainstorm is near; I can touch it.
His shoulder’s a rock that bears my weight.
My heartbeat’s in the air...

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"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is...

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These Hallowed Halls
by Michael R. Burch

I

A final stereo fades into silence
and now there is seldom a murmur
to trouble the slumber
of these ancient halls.

I stand by...

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twas dark, a hen's night   
stillness abandoned fright   
knocks echoed freely   
her presence held
chimera fragments 
an innate realm ...

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Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
The fear of death follows from the...

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Broken and shattered
Important things never mattered
No one else can fix me
Except the one who never sleeps
The One who listens to me weep

Confusion and anxiety
Couldn’t be...

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My white Miss must
catch a whole lot of Jane grapevine grief
for mistletoe swinging
with a silverback Greystoke ape like me

My dreamy Snow White Miss must
take a...

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Ain’t no sunshine when the sun goes down 
And lately I’ve been withering in the light of day 
So the dark creatures come out at...

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Years ago, I imagined a girl
With blue eyes and blonde hairs
Long height and colour really fair
Her special feature shall be her smile
Finding her has become...

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Without a care you cast off to trash
Heart so solid, smashed
I’m mental, insensitive, not normal, a liar
I’m gone to you at last without a care

This...

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WRITING WITH WEEPING WORDS

Lucinda runs through the forest,
runs past the barren fields, runs
past the lucid waterfall, runs
with her tears, leaving seeds of despair.

Roses with thorns...

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