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SootA Poem by Robert RonnowSoot on LA highway signs. Billboard of you,a real estate agent. All endeavor slidestoward inertia, extinction, forgetfulness.It’s very tropical... |
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Apple CiderA Poem by Nat WellsFall's Best Drink deserves an acrostic poem dedicated to it. |
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The Maple's Sanguine Lament, Spoken WordA Poem by Pryde FoltzIt is getting to be that time of year again. |
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Hopelessly FallA Poem by NightMovesThere is a lot of meaning to the word fall. You fall down, fall in and out of love, and is also a season also called Autumn. This poem conveys the mea.. |
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The Dancer, Poetry and Spoken WordA Poem by Pryde FoltzThe dancer leapt upon the stage Wheat-coloured hair flowed straight Through sunny-peach shoulders ... |
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DeciduousA Story by Piccole ParoleDeath seemed to always come in the fall, as if the two shared some sort of friendship. Cheer surrounded by despair, like the trees surrounded by leave.. |
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hymn to ApolloA Poem by Michael R. Burchhymn to ApollobyMichael R. Burchsomething of sunshine attracted my ias it lazed on the afternoon sky,golden,splashed on the easel of god . . .what,i t.. |
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Sonnets I-IXA Poem by Michael R. BurchSonnets by Michael R. Burch, written according to the original definition of "sonnet" as a "little song" of indeterminate length and form. |
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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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Yosa Buson translationsA Poem by Michael R. BurchYosa Buson haiku translations into modern EnglishPicking autumn plumsmy wrinkled handsonce again grow fragrant―Yosa Buson, loose translation/int.. |
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Yamaguchi Seishi haiku translationsA Poem by Michael R. BurchYamaguchi Seishi haiku modern English translationsGrasses wilt:the braking locomotivegrinds to a halt.―Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation byMic.. |
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Lean HarvestsA Poem by Michael R. BurchLean HarvestsbyMichael R. Burchfor T.M.the trees are shedding their leaves again:another summer is over.the Christians are praising their Maker again,.. |
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WinterA Poem by Michael R. BurchWinterby Michael R. Burchafter William BlakeThe rose of love's bright promiselies torn by her own thorn;her scent was sweetbut at her feetthe pallid a.. |
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Have I been too long at the fair?A Poem by Michael R. BurchHave I been too long at the fair?by Michael R. BurchHave I been too long at the fair?The summer has faded,the leaves have turned brown;the Ferris whee.. |
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Nothing in our laughter as we fell...A Poem by Michael R. BurchNothing in our laughter as we fell...by Michael R. BurchWhatever winds encountered soon resolvedto swirling fragments, till chaotic heapsof leaves lay.. |
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ReckoningA Poem by Michael R. BurchReckoningby Michael R. BurchHere the hills are old and rollingcasually in their old age;on the horizon youthful mountainsbathe themselves in windblown.. |
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Lovers RecessA Poem by mel3708 |
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