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A Vain WordA Poem by Michael R. BurchA Vain WordbyMichael R. BurchOleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorlsas I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remainingtill sunset implodes.. |
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Autumn ConundrumA Poem by Michael R. BurchAutumn Conundrumby Michael R. BurchIt’s not that every leaf must finally fall,it’s just that we can never catch them all.Originally publis.. |
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growing painsA Poem by Daisyouch! |
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PathwayA Poem by Acacia LandsA poem. Everybody becomes an adult one day and everybody does it their own way. |
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CherishA Poem by NewkThis poem is definitely unfinished, but if I ever revise it it will become a completely different poem. |
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time goes onA Poem by ryanbrightoni know that i am getting olderbecause when i go to the pool or to the beach and i see a body of wateri am much less urged to jump right inbecause i am.. |
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First StepsA Poem by Michael R. BurchFirst Stepsby Michael R. Burchfor Caitlin Shea MurphyTo her a year is like infinity,each day―an adventure never-ending.She has no concept of tim.. |
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stumbleA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonnothing special but i'm hammered. |
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VentilatorA Poem by zainulVentilators are essential tools |
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Crone, Sage of AgeA Poem by elsiesanAn old woman Mind of a child Who am i today The old lady Crone, sage of age My child Wonderment Fairy tales Running thru my head My mythi.. |
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a world gone crookedA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonalcohol, depression, cool dudes, being awesome and not depressed, not wanting to die, who cares, drunk and whatever and it all is falling apart inside.. |
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FragilityA Poem by DohnuthomieHe was caked in dried life and brittle flakes, Roaming the red land unknown to us both. Water was in my gourd to ease his ache But to .. |
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Reflections on the Loss of VisionA Poem by Michael R. BurchReflections on the Loss of Visionby Michael R. BurchThe sparrow that cries from the shelter of an ancient oak tree and the squirrelsthat dash in delig.. |
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A Body SpeaksA Poem by ColbinileThe body, if it could speakwould tell of tired,of aches in the morningodd twinges in the feet when they walk.The skin shows every scrape and scar.This.. |
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ThirtyA Poem by Michael R. BurchThese are poems about "turning thirty" and facing time, maturation, and one's own mortality ...Thirtyby Michael R. BurchThirty crept upon me slowlywit.. |
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The ToastA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Toastby Michael R. BurchFor longings warmed by tepid suns(brief lusts that animated clay),for passions wilted at the budand skies grown desolate a.. |
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