Wearily Poems - Poems about Wearily

...Am I really this old, so many ghosts beckoning? —Michael R. Burch Sleepyheads! I recite my haiku to the inattentive lilies. —Michael R. Burch Stillness: the sound of petals drifting dow......Read the rest...

...These are original haiku by Michael R. Burch and his translations of haiku by the Japanese masters Matsuo Basho, Yosa Buson, Masaoka Shiki, and others. Am I really this old, so many ghosts beck......Read the rest...

...For nigh on a hundred-fifty years it has graced the rugged shore of Maine! Its welcoming beacon guiding sea-faring souls who sail the mighty main! It has weathered untold fearsome storms of gal......Read the rest...

... As the ‘tick-tock’ sound falls in my ears, and its incessant refrain drops like a thud, My memory unwinds to years fled when we grew up under our parental roof. Plodding miles through count......Read the rest...

...NA Poetry Contest Sponsored by Ink Empress Temporary Travellers Men are all short-lived travellers Of the illusive earthl......Read the rest...

... I wake to hear you crying, calling out to me. I wearily open my eyes, it’s only half past 3. I sigh, roll over, cover my ears, trying to ignore. But your persistent need for me, just grows more ......Read the rest...

...Peanuts slowly slid between the old man's fingers as he watched. Unaware, his long time patrons smiled and greeted him as they passed. The music stopping abruptly, he listened to the sound as the ......Read the rest...

...You have raided my night again, as the burst of a sudden storm, sneaking into my loneliness, at the most unexpected hour, plunging me into swirls of pain too deep for expression, leavin......Read the rest...

...Glancing at him from the window's glass, It felt as though the railway had taken away his joy. Sometimes his hard stares or into nothingness. Being nouveau to the town; from my madam I heard his t......Read the rest...

...Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door. For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor. Her swirling wind gath......Read the rest...

...At a truck stop diner outside Atlanta: His face expressionless His mouth mutely slack He sat at his small table watching her as she methodically absent-mindedly splashed dinn......Read the rest...

...Placed 9th in : No. 1238 New Poems Only Sponsored by Brian Strand Since her birth on the mount She moves down the hills ......Read the rest...

...I wake up a little groggy the nights, especially, are difficult for me I didnt get a whole lot of sleep I wander my way wearily into the kitchen and reach my beloved coffee pot The co......Read the rest...

...I posed no questions before my erroneous conception I never asked to be or not to be Serenading deserted streets with dirges exploring absence in back alleys reciting Ophelia’s soliloquy from ......Read the rest...

...These are my early poems, or juvenilia... alien by michael r. burch there are mornings in england when, riddled with light, the Blueberries gleam at us— plump, sweet and fragrant. but i ......Read the rest...