Jim Milks

Rookie - 0 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

Jim Milks Poems

1. …goodnight Boston, I Love You.. 9/23/2008
2. 1984 9/6/2009
3. 1984 Reprise 9/6/2009
4. A Bee 8/30/2007
5. A Christmas Present For Mom 11/25/2008
6. A Flower Grows 8/30/2007
7. A Hike In The Woods 8/30/2007
8. A Kiss Upon Your Cheek 9/26/2008
9. A Lovers Touch 2/13/2010
10. A Million Years To Sunday 4/9/2008
11. A Secret: A Limerick 9/7/2007
12. A Short Ode To Edgar Allen Poe 9/11/2007
13. A Short Poem In The Greek Style 8/30/2007
14. A Shot Of Whiskey 1/17/2009
15. A Soldier Didn’t… 10/12/2007
16. A Soldier Died 9/6/2007
17. A Valentine Wish 2/13/2009
18. A Visit To Mom And Dad's House 8/29/2007
19. Adventures In Toyland 8/30/2007
20. Advise 9/5/2007
21. Air Travel: A Limerick 12/30/2009
22. Am I Cool Now? 9/11/2007
23. Another.... 2/5/2010
24. April Sixteenth 8/30/2007
25. At The Gathering Of The Flowers 7/18/2008
26. Atlas 8/30/2007
27. Beware 4/25/2008
28. Birthday: A Haiku 9/6/2007
29. Butter: A Limerick 10/1/2007
30. Candy Canes: A Haiku 1/20/2009
31. Childhood Is Calling 1/11/2008
32. Christmas In New England 12/20/2007
33. Christmas: A Haiku 10/1/2007
34. Circuitry Man 7/10/2008
35. Clouds 8/30/2007
36. Coffee 8/30/2007
37. Cold Spring 8/30/2007
38. Contentment: A Haiku 5/19/2008
39. Dad 8/30/2007
40. Dad A Life 8/30/2007
Best Poem of Jim Milks

Seasons: Haiku

Spring: Haiku
Life awakening
Flower opens in the sun
A world is reborn

Summer: Haiku
Warm sun on the ground
A flower growing stronger
Life under the sun

Fall: Haiku
Darkening Shadows
Flower drifts to gentle sleep
The world is resting

Winter: Haiku
Blankets of cold white
Flower hidden from the cold
Life waiting for spring

© JPM 11/13/08

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Cold Spring

Staring out my window on a bright spring day,
Seems even the weather knows how I feel dismay.
Dark clouds gather the cold is near.
Spring and rebirth no longer matter, I fear.
White snow is falling, gathering all in its cold embrace.
A flower hides, encased in the coldness.
There is no sunshine only sadness.
No love to be found,
Cold, dark clouds abound.

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