Wrested Poems - Poems about Wrested

...Idyllic reverie during break of day May today bring unbridled bliss delivered courtesy sunshine kissed giving Midas a run for his money. When the last trace of night evaporates analogous t......Read the rest...

...The Tapestry of Leaves Michael R. Burch Leaves unfold as life is sold or bartered, for a moment in the sun. The interchange of lives is strange: what reason—life—when death leaves all undo......Read the rest...

...As the door's brass knob aches— Where winter season holders twist; A new bloom in her child's frame— Outside in my heart throb away. Where winter season holders twist, By the unquieted chime, ......Read the rest...

...CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 2 Catullus CI: 'His Brother's Burial' translation by Michael R. Burch 1. Through many lands and over many seas I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites, to t......Read the rest...

... In the workshop of my waking hours, I am the maker of my own day, Crafting moments with a DIY attitude, Twisting fate's threads with hands unbound. At 6 AM, I pick up my tools, Coffee ground......Read the rest...

...Date: April 2046 In Damian's mansion the twins Justin and Jordan were preparing To celebrate their 15th birthday. Damian and his older brother Carter Junior were talking in the Dining r......Read the rest...

...To write my memoirs I needed enough courage to allow my heart to bleed its emotions." ~ by poet Blank parchment, n......Read the rest...

...Stricken with anguished nausea Written three years ago tomorrow, yet superimposed (likened to emotional palimpsest) upon mental state of yore recent post traumatic stress triggered courte......Read the rest...

...DJ and the Damian squad rushed The house. "Dad we're gonna Play CRUEL BALL!" Amadeus Gave notice. Damian said, "Oh Yeah." He put his hands on both His sons shoulders and said. "Fellows firs......Read the rest...

...(An interview with a skipping stone) I’ll start at the beginning…I was born oppressed – The weight o’ th’world upon me…I hardened under stress. The dust from whence I came…’twas morph-ed into st......Read the rest...

...The time the mind has no second’s rest Because it, too, is under arrest. Actively, lips join the protest, One’s patience and temperance on test… Not unlikely a heaving of chest And the more sc......Read the rest...

...WE HEARD HIM SAY" The Peolpe Will make him a DRAW! "They read off names of guys liklyto replace him and he just sat thre like nothing was wrong. muscle men Rich men Crafty cagey men more at......Read the rest...

...Today, there are no rubber ducks or mother's marigold skirts to hide behind as we once did. In their place, lurking dark and hoary, a bathtub mist updrafts thick with loose spores, and mil......Read the rest...

...Nested like treasures priceless, eagle parents watch over the brood On an island far away from the city, I beheld in a vision of azure blue A rural settlement in waste laying, arid with black bile ......Read the rest...

... Spring winds blow their sound, Winter now is bound. Knees in, Melted, sludgy-browned, Green peaks through the ground. These in, Nature's own impound, Exiled now, gr......Read the rest...