Sorties Poems - Poems about Sorties

...Tomorrow I’m eating fries, Marion, It gives me full of pep, Yellows, walleye, salty, I will eat hot fries. Tomorrow I’m eating fries, Marion, Belgians, sweet flamingos, Walloon girls, redhead......Read More

...Avec grande amour Joyeux Noël et bonne année Faut toujours bien se rappeler Notre sourire est précieux Au bon Dieu Réjouir Des beaux souvenirs Les liaisons Parmi nos chansons Chaque note N......Read More

...We went to different schools… together walked on opposite sides of a street that constituted an invisible border. There were differences…..but not really. We walked slowly, as if to spend time to......Read More

...My grandma's sandy skin like chopped pecans delight me stands for comfort and bitter sorties the dysfunction and re-joining the colossal, quasi-expressionistic soul hidden behind despair a husb......Read More

...It starts off with a familiar route and follows a course of well lit streets where the incline is not too steep, takes you pass the local shops, the bus stop and the entrance to a park. Then i......Read More

...Juvenilia: Early Poems X These are early poems written in my teens and twenties. Regret by Michael R. Burch Regret, a bitter ache to bear... once starlight languished in your hair.........Read More

...sunrise in the south china sea half way between subic and yankee station i am still in awe of how something as big as this boat with all of the stuff on board, floats and yet, of how small we a......Read More

...Escape - the demon of the damned, taunting the earth bound prisoners plotting their sorties to freedom - flailing in an ever distant dream. Condemned by a wingless curse I flew on pilfered fe......Read More

...I’LL NEVER FORGET WHAT’S HIS NAME We went to different schools… together walked on opposite sides of a street that constituted an invisible border. There were differences…..but not really. We ......Read More

...He ranked as de facto semiprecious, tremulous and unanimous scapegoat bullied by a bumptious, callous, disputatious hippopotamus of a brat infamous bruiser later in his life to become forty fift......Read More

...Shores of doom Needn’t engulf the space in your mind Where without your will gloom Can’t inhabit until faithless fleas and spiritual sleaze find Room and space to waylay and slay without delay......Read More

...Santa Clauses were to be molten and reshaped into Holy Cross bunnies on a mega 3D printer but then the app somehow went wrong Chocolate trickled and trifled and mixed with fake sea......Read More

...In my mind somber sorties unfold When morbid movements scar a hundredfold. Normalcy dead, transparency scared Empathy bearded, intransigence endeared. In my mind sordid scenes grow cold When ......Read More

...the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanatio......Read More

...Thy birth on January 13th – cervical contractions would not abate the pesky master (papa), strove to synchronize seminal bait thence, forty-two weeks after ma parents did pro ......Read More