Best Warted Poems

A tomb
So chill    so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus'd
Her warted    weaving spire
In eerie    midnight sun

A...

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Limericks II - Nature Poems and Animal Poems

Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the...

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Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even...

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Oh me Oh My a ghost
no ship but  I see coming a pirate
their breath the scent of candy
away they scramble with frightening cries
Look across...

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Hear the sounds like tip toes?
It goes round about the “Hoots of Aspen”
Twith torn and tatter twos

If you look to coming nightfall
Shadows short, but spry...

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When life hands you a heavy load
and your left feeling like a warted toad
You've been knocked down flat on your back
And feel that you are...

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THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL – after Claude Debussy

A tomb
So chill, so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus’d 
Her warted, weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun

A womb
Come, bubble,...

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Sonnets LXXI-LXXX

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do...

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Happily Never After: the Second Curse of the Horny Toad
by Michael R. Burch
 
He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as...

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If I Falter
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

If I regret
fire in the sunset
exploding on the horizon,
then let me regret loving you.

If I forget
even for a moment
that...

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Happily Never After (the Second Curse of the Horny Toad)
by Michael R. Burch

He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons...

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"The end is near," the short-wave said.
"Before midnight, all will be dead."
I aim to leave my baggage here.
For my warted nose should I fear?

April fifteen...

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There was a witch who couldn't fly. 
She couldn't sit upon her broom 
like other witches in the sky. 
There was a witch who couldn't...

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FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING


My heart lies vacant
             to vulnerability, voiding into
  ...

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Yesterday, a weight of mind, derived by thought, delivered in chain
Imagined pressure through cranial consumption of societal norms
These weights do not weigh a pound, nor...

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