Undestroyed Poems - Poems about Undestroyed

... “True love blooms in the garden of emptiness” Quote by Poet The beguiled butterfly you were the flittering delight to my dream-drenched enticed eyes, made an enthralling scene of t......

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...Salve by Michael R. Burch for the victims and survivors of 9-11 The world is unsalvageable ... but as we lie here in bed stricken to the heart by love despite war’s flickering images, ......

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...Poems about Poems VI The Board by Michael R. Burch Accessible rhyme is never good. The penalty is understood? soft titters from dark board rooms where the businessmen paste on their hair a......

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...Sonnets XC-XCVII Artificial Smile by Michael R. Burch I’m waiting for my artificial teeth to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub between cle......

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...You are a pillar, Therefore you don’t need a healer But an ordained preacher Open your ears, your heart... For this is a new season. Forget about yesterdays pain Focus on today's gain It's n......

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...THE DUST ON WORLD’S EYES. The earth crying of pains, the Sky’s eyes running tears, complains of losing sight. Rolling in phases the destructions of man, The earth orbit sick of hearing ......

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...DINOSAURS Yes, I’m an old dinosaur, she said. But dinos ruled the world as its head - For a zillion years, undestroyed, Long before the asteroid. So powerful in their kingdom That onl......

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...Mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall Do you like what you see when You look at my inquisitive face? Sometimes I like what I see though Sometimes it’s a scared face Worried about my worst fears. ......

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...I appear with the unbegotten In the hollows of the seen A shadow of the soon forgotten I enter through the dream Inhabiting the void In the source of germ and seed I bring forth th......

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...A journey in the night, Exploring our flight, Pages of each our lives, Pens ink of Bloack and red, We scribble our dreams upon our sheet, Scrawls of inner wnatg and yet to be, Unintimided by ea......

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...To sleep, to die that partial death Only to rise once more. Again To sleep, and in that sleep to know The Truth that is all life's full flow I close the soul to circumstance And cease to see i......

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