Vi Poems - Poems about Vi

ooking into your seraph eyes Ferris wheel had put us high Being lifted up in the air But with you it felt safe and divine lights from the ground reaching the sky we had the world below our feet’s with no...Read the rest...

staring into your eyes but 10 seconds  seemed bit harder hot flush from your stare and I felt my cheeks grew warmer your face slacking happiness and heart covered in dark gray i wanted to whisper you ‘my...Read the rest...

Fervent rainbows vow to deck a gloomy, woeful moon with merriness and blissfulness. Whispered dreams of virtue triumph over a murky , desultory brook. The serene , meandrous butterfly is rocked by an...Read the rest...

These are English translations/modernizations of Medieval poems written in Old English and Middle English. Exeter Book Gnomic Verses or Maxims loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The dragon dwells under the dolmen, wizened-wise, hoarding his treasure; the fishes bring forth...Read the rest...

Sappho Translations by VI Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 121 translation by Michael R. Burch 1. As a friend you're great, but you need a much younger bedmate. 2. Although you're very dear to me, please don't be silly! You need a much younger...Read the rest...

A mask Cracked but standing Not fallen Yet hollow Eyes etched into the ruins Trapped between what remains And what has been lost Thoughts through the rift, A mouth, open yet voiceless Whispers out of place Where the...Read the rest...

VI. It used to be that a child was called a precious gift, so many of them used to die we were joyful if they lived. To kill such a defenseless soul was barbaric and cruel, but oh, how Satan did return, and...Read the rest...

"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet. MIRROR, MIRROR I was in a room, there, I saw a mirror, and...Read the rest...

Story she h-Ad was a b-Ag like purse A-nd not hers...Read the rest...

Moments later, a furious Michael stormed in, eyes ablaze with determination. But the moment he stepped closer, he was faced with an army of Penneys and Guses—four, five, six reflections dizzying his focus. “What?! Which one...Read the rest...

"Busni busni ya habibi, kiss me kiss me, please, my baba." Busat keteer between our lips for the rest of the year. "Busat busat," he said in return as I gave him alf bosa....Read the rest...

Faure requiem Agnus Dei* ...Read the rest...

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Scumann's creative piano technique* ...Read the rest...

I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All...Read the rest...