Boyfriend Summer Poems

Feet in the sand, do you feel free?
Breathe in the sunlight
Sky blending in the sea
Skin glowing bright

Make memories, they say
Let them bring you back
You'll see...

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Slang..
Chick-fil-a = the best place ever
jade = 
brooke = gorgeous 
mishin = the boss, as in “You aren’t the boss of me.”

Orpheus
We’re on vaycay. School...

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embracing the trumpet blast heat 
a boy and girl
hide and seek
midst tall grasses
            ...

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Quote By Poet "Life is filled with hurts.                 ...

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I heard them say~love is blind,                   ...

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Photograph 3: Rain

Dancing in the rain
umbrellas twirl, not a care
Chilly rain dampened hair
Clothes cling suggestively to the skin
Under dark skies, lightning flickers
Flashes, distant rumbling echo

Dancing...

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I have another piece that's too long for the poetry section - so it's in "Short Stories."

It's called "arguments" - about my summer vacation between...

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Most of the girls (Anna, Sophy, Sunny, Bili, Leong and Lisa) are in the kitchen eating breakfast. “Where’s Anais?” Sunny asks, spooning some eggs onto...

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When I was young,                                           ...

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(A flash fiction piece)

Breathless summer heat retreats with the sun. People come out after dusk - like nocturnal animals. We’re hunting ice-cream, at a carnival-painted...

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I want to hide my face,                   ...

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Smoke
by Michael R. Burch

The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well;
farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts that I can't tell
rang bells within...

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My warm summer, you inspire me to write.
How i love the way you run, walk, and swim.
Invading my mind day and through the night.
Always dreaming...

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You taste like sin
But smell like summer:
Heat waves on the pavement,
Downy detergent and cotton t-shirts,
Red popsicles,
Lemonade and decades-old melodies,
Hot rain in the middle of a...

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Call me:

And I'll wait for the Winter.
You never left your bed.
Writing flaked out sessions.
Toppling frigid dread.

Call me:

And I'll wait for the Summer.
You never left your...

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