Palely Poems - Poems about Palely

... “Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep” Following the Babel paths, where footprints progress like rough-hewn braille, temptation shows i......

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...Birthday Poem to Myself by Michael R. Burch LORD, be no longer this Distant Presence, Star-Afar, Righteous-Anonymous, but come! Come live among us; come dwell again, happy child among men— m......

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... "I have built my foundation with life's bricks; I exist. I am me. And that has been enough. " Quote by_ Constance My character traits defin......

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... "I have built my foundation with life's bricks; I exist. I am me. And that has been enough. " Quote by_ Constance My character traits define ......

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...FREE VERSE VI Reason Without Rhyme by Michael R. Burch I used to be averse to free verse, but now I admit YOUR rhyming is WORSE! But alas, in the end, it’s all the same: all verse is u......

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...A dying face in static pose appears like palely marbled stone. In bed its normal, I suppose, that snowy flesh has milky bone The falling flakes that feel for air or wander lost in foreign la......

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...THIS WORLD OF DEW This world? Moonlit dew flicked from a crane's bill. —Eihei Dogen Kigen, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Seventy-one? How long can a dewdrop last? ......

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...As long its walk, moist o'erhangs This way, that, joint-wended; As long, you, chill-wetted through Have, of it, re-stated: "I doubt this late winter day Of dullness, redeemably In a brightnes......

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...LOVE POEMS I by Michael R. Burch These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, a first date and dating, a first crush, a first girlfri......

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...Day, and Night by Michael R. Burch The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters; her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms. And we who rise each day to grind a living, dream each scented nig......

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...Sonnet LXXXI-LXXXIX Day, and Night by Michael R. Burch The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters; her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms. And we who rise each day to grind a living, ......

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...Sonnets XVII-XXIV Discrimination by Michael R. Burch The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found it in sheet music, in long rows......

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...Winter by Michael R. Burch The rose of love's bright promise lies torn by her own thorn; her scent was sweet but at her feet the pallid aphids mourn. The lilac of devotion has felt the wi......

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...Advice to Young Poets by Nicanor Parra Sandoval loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Youngsters, write however you will in your preferred style. Too much blood flowed under th......

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...The Persistence of a Memory of Apricot Shampoo by Michael R. Burch For all that I remembered, I forgot her name, her face, the reason that we loved... and yet I hold her close within my thought......

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