Slogged Poems - Poems about Slogged

...drove for thirty minutes to the subway station, took a train for forty minutes, got into another for only ten minutes, and reached Queen's Park. Mornings are so hectic, people are rushing to their wo......Read More

...Drove for thirty minutes to Subway Station, Took a train for forty minutes, Got into another for only ten minutes, reached Queen's Park. Mornings are hectic, found a seat beside the window, ......Read More

...Six mile hike Twelve hundred feet of climb Viv in a pack Up on my back I’d do it anytime Six mile hike Left a car at the top Hiking through lava Jonesing for java Didn’t see a shop Six ......Read More

...The storm brawled with the flying rags of mad clowns. Small birds exploded in spiral sprays of feathers. Deer slogged against a hoof tugging fright. Raccoons clung to barn beams. Trashca......Read More

...Born from slaved backbones of our forefathers and mothers We have risen, Liberated, freed from encroachment Apprised through noble heritage, an abundance of history Mother Africa gave birth, infus......Read More

...They walked...and they walked!  prolonged stretches of a disastrous journey -  hundreds of miles of uncertainty. Odyssey which seemed like an et......Read More

...Juvenilia: Early Poems VIII These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school and college student. Moon Lake by Michael R. Burch Starlit recorder of summer nights, what ......Read More

...Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers I I translated the first six Native American poems for my father when he chose to enter hospice and end his life by not taking dialysis … Cherokee Travele......Read More

...ake me back to the 80s, with top gun all the rage. with me VHS and Betamax, and Ceefax holiday page. Keith had is hand up Orville, the Rubix cube was fun. Samantha had her baps out, on the ......Read More

...Drove for thirty minutes to Subway Station, Took a train for forty minutes, Got into another for only ten minutes, reached Queen's Park. Mornings are hectic, found a seat beside the window......Read More

...Sanctuary at Dawn by Michael R. Burch I have walked these thirteen miles just to stand outside your door. The rain has dogged my footsteps for thirteen miles, for thirty years, through the mo......Read More

...My Ancestors slogged in Scottish bogs Washing wool for the textile folds And dancing with the spinning jenny’s Apparently, there were some English blokes That I can count among my folks Well wh......Read More

...Wonderland by Michael R. Burch We stood, kids of the Lamb, to put to test the beatific anthems of the blessed, the sentence of the martyr, and the pen’s sincere religion. Magnified, the lens ......Read More

...This poison tasted like wine enough to kill my conscious This fields of medicine I drank myself out of this situation of in-laws my mother zonked herself to be part of My poison was them, n......Read More

...In the heart of bustling city, It majestically sprawls across, Mesmerising and gorgeous, Bounded by pristine stone walls. Awash with memories, I recall N<......Read More