High School Teen Poems

Mary, the daughter of some parental friends, is on her high-school-senior college-tour and my mom (on Face Time) told me their plans called for them...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XIII

Davenport Tomorrow
by Michael R. Burch

Davenport tomorrow ...
all the trees stand stark-naked in the sun.

Now it is always summer
and the bees buzz in...

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(*This piece may have a limited audience - but don’t ALL my pieces??*)

Some of the best advice from my Fro-Co (seniors who volunteer as freshman...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XII

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XI

Myth
by Michael R. Burch

after the sprung rhythm of Dylan Thomas

Here the recalcitrant wind
sighs with grievance and remorse
over fields of wayward gorse
and thistle-throttled...

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The recent lockdown certainly made family the center of everything - from fun to daily irritations. But after a month of being at college -...

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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...

a shining there
as brief
as...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems IX

These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school student and during my first two years of...

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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...

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These are early poems of mine, written as a high school student in the 10th grade. 

as Time walked by
by Michael R. Burch

yesterday i dreamed...

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Airy and Emmett were working class kids,
Just shy of a high school diploma.
Airy’s dad had a habit of drinking too much.
Emmett’s mother was fighting lymphoma.

Airy...

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Kim: “So, your plan was to win him with awkwardness?”
Me: “No, my plan is to be as sarcastic as humanly possible and see if he...

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My best friends are “there for me.” Each, in turn, presents their partial list of people who’re upset with me - with my “social suicide”...

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Coming down a tide in centuries

still casting over one's pride

as if, whisper not to me

is life worth living anymore to me?


A touch that holds, a...

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I've grown rusty and unused to summoning words from a blank page - but FINALLY - there's something new to describe. School (11th grade) is...

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