Winter Urban Poems

Upon the hills, dry brush prevails,
Thriving still on winter rains, summer's tale.

Soon, the sun's embrace will come,
Kindling fears of an inferno, a fiery drum.

To mow...

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It's your day
Breathe deeply
mend your wings 

Fire burst blooms
splashing cracks
speckled light

Winter woes
Spring is here
bright revived.

Written: January 23, 2023

Tricube Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick

Tricube poem: 3...

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Winter Coolers

The air of Delhi,
Giving the pure air bely,
One-time visit to our Suraj valley,
Where even stone mosses give pure air.
Where the discussion on the Chinaberry,
Giving...

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Hay now, now sing this corrosion
Of winter wastes and Red stars white nights

And waring tribes a bully on the block 
To kick you when your...

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These are poems for Ukraine and Ukrainians. 

We Are Here
by Michael R. Burch

“We are here.” – Volodymyr Zelensky

We are here. Were are here.
And we won’t...

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Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things...

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The words “watermelon gum” and “stifling heat” shouldn’t be synonymous with the sentiments that ripped me to shreds during the month of July--and although all...

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NO   FROZEN  SUPPER

The level crossing was closed long before;
Ringing bells continued to say overdue 
It was a windy minus-ten wait for the...

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Rapa Nui Warriors stand bright and tall and stark
Monolithic dynasties enshrined in all our hearts
But what if I told you, til death doth do us...

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After watching 
a political speech 
on 
my T.V
I become more hopeful this afternoon 
   The speaker pledged 
to aid the unfortunate homeless
out there...

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In the North
pen wielders create content
in stacks of sheets
every book flies into the skies
heading over to towns
filled with people of all ages
every snowflake falls
revealing the...

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Matt the librarian loved to own thousands of rare books 
and displayed them on shelves keeping an eye on crooks;
one could find the music sheets...

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It's a summer morning,
but his face gives an impression
of a winter evening.

Aroma of cappucino and pastries
in the next street doesn't excite 
his taste bud's anticipation.

He...

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dry white snow rasps the asphalt
attempting to reclaim the purity
of a metropolitan morning

coating the concrete pillars
brushing with tender touches
the grates and allies

dusting the bottom lands
of...

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The modern gleaners 

Postmodern standardized cities 
ubiquitous high rises of steel and glass 
concrete jungles of commerce 
of buying and selling 
trading moving vibration 
amidst...

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