Tree Teenage Poems

I’m not you.
And I never will be.
Even though as each day dies off,
I’ve come to notice you in passing windows.
When it should be me looking...

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I'm okay, 
you're okay is a mask in the land of pretend.
Children say what they feel,
their honestly can bubble over.
Little ones have not learned words...

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Many years ago,
girls wore girdles.
The tight uncomfortable things,
they held one in tight.
One summer's night,
I snuck my girlfriend out.
We were off on a double date,
a night...

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part 2 of 2

8 No Love in the Heart of Town

Hot summer day
Fetty Wap heavy rotates
Done pretendin' to find a God charades
Besides feelin' not havin...

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As a child my tree was covered in shimmering and golden blossom.

As a teenager
roots spread, grew away from home
to pastures anew.

Now that I am aged...

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She broke me like a tree,
With leaves so green and branches free.
Her words were warm and kind,
And her faces wore the same design.

I cannot call...

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This worm is proud to be green,                  ...

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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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Send me elixir back and bless me with the rain
The fruits of the sacred tree and the ointments of pain...

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Loose Magic

Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose, 
and not your toes. 
Skipping rocks, 
and bubbles in the park. 

Eye contact from across the room, 
notes...

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Spaghetti

The meat, 
the cheese,
the sauce.

The smiles,
the laughs,
the wine.

The music, 
the song, 
the moment... 

The vow of forever!

Then...

You and I, 
and the garlic bread!



A. Foster, Ann...

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The Cat

It is late, 
nearly half-past nine. 
You are asleep beside me.
The clock on the wall is too loud. 
I need to buy another. 
This...

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Questions

What defines... success?
Is it how many people you know. 
Is it where you have been, 
or where you will go? 

Is it who you talk...

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U

It is cool here. 
Is it hot there?
You have not written. 
I have not received...
a letter.

Do you think of me?
I remember you. 
I can not...

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maybe i'll play dead for a few hours
watch the trees from a safe distance
count my toes
hang my imagination out to dry.
all in an
honest days work




4/10/20...

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