Winter Romanticism Poems

The old path of Spring
Has solemnly been covered
Stones hidden under Snow
It has long since suffered

Through the Seasons--
I've traveled upon it
Your hand in my own
But it...

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.

    whilst mine timber
           mine oak
      ...

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..for him 

   A little something in the 
 scintilla of soporific smiles you left me
 beneath dulcet gazing twirls
  of ballerina...

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These are poems for my friend and fellow poet Kevin Roberts...

Nightfall
by Michael R. Burch

for Kevin Nicholas Roberts

Only the long dolor of dusk delights me now,
...

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Night is cold and dark.
This night reminds me a villain ark.
So many demons and gods fight till the end.
No one will win , you have...

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Hushed in a fugue 
of Alpaca wool and rising resin 
he sits on a stump 
the relic legs of a mighty giant 
hewn beneath the...

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My name is season.
Come rain, sunshine, I will always be there for you.
Come spring, summer, autumn or winter, I will always be present.
I will always...

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Bristle summer days
In a land full of flowers and mountains....
—I love the warmth of your embrace
that makes pleasure worthwhile
and worries far away

In the winter night,
Saving...

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"The forests are in my bones"

I am a sapling small and weak
Lost in dark forest feeling meek
Old trees abound strong of bone
My bones are young...

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Mother of Nature
"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."Quote written by: Constance La France

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Who is the mystic mother of nature
The one who...

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when my thoughts trail down
those wooded paths we tread, i wonder
what there was to see in you
other than the beauty of any beast
wisdom dictates never...

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“In the Missing”



In the missing
you never left
I walk with you 
you still talk with me

We share our secrets
silently we escape 
worldly charades
we are touched, 

some...

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"Baroque Spring"


Viewed externally
I am the Winter House
Internally I am too too much 
I am eternal Baroque Spring

He watches his 
mirror twin 
and assigns fatal love
to...

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And when his eyes met mine on the glittery night,
Just that moment when universe forgot every plight,
Every drop of my blood turned shimmery,
Those Stars above...

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“Sacred Lakes”



There is magic 
in your shaman bones
stories shaken like strange mojo 
busy under cover of autumn leaves 
turning burnished topaz gold 
idling unrushed roll...

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