Plight of the Wight
...Never again to know fresh air,
Combing worms from my matted hair.
No one remains who’d ever care —
Tied to my grave, this lonesome baire.
I must escape the sun’s harsh glare,
Tread carefully dow...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, destiny, emo, gothic, grave,
Form: Lyric
Melancholy and History
...Wistful yearning for an air of trustfulness
Zeus' libido was famed for its lustfulness.
Who saved thugs till all wits were withdrawn?
No farmer ever wiped dew off the lawn.
Nor is...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, analogy, angst, anxiety, character,
Form: Couplet
Her Side
...Her Side
By Sy Roth
Are they going to die like that?
Expire
Retire
As a broken, opalic string of DNA
Ribonucleic disaster
Worm-eaten womb
Ascerbic molecules.
Who enabled this procreati...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, age, angst, child,
Form: Free verse
Medieval Poems Ii
...Medieval Poems
Wulf and Eadwacer
(Old English circa 990 AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
My people pursue him like crippled prey.
They'll rip him apart if he appr...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, angel, england, love, middle
Form: Rhyme
Halloween Poems Ii
...Completing the Pattern
by Michael R. Burch
Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here?among pink-petaled beds
and manicured gre...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, dark, gothic, halloween, horror,
Form: Rhyme
Free Verse Iii
...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,
...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, body, desire, kiss, love,
Form: Free verse
Poems About Poems Vi
...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...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, extended metaphor, heaven, muse,
Form: Rhyme
Sonnets Xc-Xcvii
...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...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, art, grave, grief, life,
Form: Sonnet
Instruction
...Instruction
by Michael R. Burch
Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.
Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset
of night is in the despairing ...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, extended metaphor, fantasy, happiness,
Form: Pastoral
In Candid Cant
...In humans narcissity, indifferent continually partly?
Caring effacing cursing raving
In-continuity..' Maybe? Am I trite?
Light entertainment;T V trials expose's
Speak of sensuality, tease by pr...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, abuse, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
In Any Event
...I’m surmounted by
age-old anxiety,
and bright dreams of
laying under a stone
to mark my place among
people on every side of me,
worm-eaten and absolutely alone.
I move through the days
...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Deep Memory
...I once was a beautiful lass
who captured every young man’s fancy
A nymph of the high Southern class
who practiced a belle’s necromancy.
They worshipped my haughty fine grace
they catered to...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, beauty, death, grave, lost
Form: Rhyme
Poltergeist
...My mind is like a haunted house,
and you are the restless spirit;
the poltergeist inside of it.
But in fact, it’s not really you:
it's just the remain of a once-called-precious vestige
of m...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, absence, blue, dark, gothic,
Form: Free verse
Bigfoot and I
...Today I wandered through a grove.
An ancient and dilapidated place,
decaying as groves are wont.
A wind-snapped branch here,
a worm-eaten stump there.
Until the whispering wind
softly muttered ...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, adventure, animal, dream, green,
Form: Free verse
The Lonesome Fisherman
...I'm tired of fishing for truth,
and catching only,
Worm eaten boots
And plastic flim-flam,
of egotistical minds,
This river is polluted!
With a million fallen dreams,
And spineless fish,...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
worm eaten, angst,
Form: Free verse
Related Poems