If I stay will you hold me
And comfort me through my tears
If I go will you miss me
And live with regret through the years
If I stay will you kiss me
With the passion you used to show
If I go will you let me
Be someone you used to know
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If monsters have mouths
Then what do they spout?
Is it truth that rebounds
Through their teeth?
If monsters have lungs
That means that they've sung
All the songs that one hears
In the deep.
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While we walked home from the movies, one moonlit starry night,
My friends and I talked and laughed, enjoying summer's delights.
The streets were quite silent, as trees swayed in warm breezes,
And night blooms graced the walks, like evening's masterpieces!
The birds were still singing, and jeweled fireflies were out,
Winking off and on magically, in the temporary world blackout!
We had stopped for ice cream, and ate our cones as we walked,
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I lay awake all through the night
While others lay asleep
As I think of you and I
The tears roll down my cheek
I cry because I love you
I cry because I care
But most of all the reason why I cry
Is you're not there
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A tree does not become wiser by forgetting the sun.
It grows another ring, but still turns its leaves toward the light.
So why do we call it growing up
when, year by year,
we seem to turn away from everything
that once made the world feel enormous?
We arrive knowing almost nothing.
And somehow, that makes everything enough.
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Geboren im Licht,
wenn die Welt still atmet
und die Zeit langsamer geht.
Ein Blick nach innen reicht,
um Wunder zu sehen,
die andere übersehen.
Nicht laut,
aber da,
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A bee chases a butterfly
Flapping her frail white wings
Flys avidly unto the lea
Sprightly swirls in subtle swings
A bee chases a butterfly
A leaf plunges off a tree
Long thin grasses stretch to extreme
Reach out to seize glare's glee
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These are poems for poets and poems about poets. Also, poems about the art and craft of writing poetry...
The Wonder Boys
by Michael R. Burch
(for Leslie Mellichamp, the late editor of The Lyric,
who was a friend and mentor to many poets, and
a fine poet in his own right)
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