Jim Milks

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

Jim Milks Poems

161. School Days: A Tanka 10/11/2007
162. Searching 4/22/2009
163. Seasons 9/4/2007
164. Seasons: Haiku 11/13/2008
165. Shadows 8/30/2007
166. Shattered Dreams* 1/20/2009
167. She 9/10/2007
168. She Is My Love 9/4/2007
169. She Walks... 2/11/2008
170. Sign Of The Times 2/8/2009
171. Sign Of The Times: A Haiku 11/3/2009
172. Signs Of Middle Age: A Limerick 12/29/2009
173. Silly Boy: A Limerick 5/19/2008
174. Sitting On The Edge Of Forever: A Song 1/25/2009
175. Sledding 1/13/2010
176. Sleep 8/30/2007
177. Snow: A Haiku 11/13/2008
178. Sold: A Limerick 9/19/2007
179. Some Things My Dad Taught Me: An Essay 1/3/2009
180. Souls Of Snow 2/3/2009
181. South Cemetery 11/2/2008
182. Space Available 8/30/2007
183. Spring Morning: A Haiku 10/6/2007
184. Spring: Haiku 11/13/2008
185. Springtime For Mr. Toad: A Fairy Tale/ Nursery Rhyme 12/10/2008
186. Springtime: A Haiku 5/21/2008
187. Storm: A Haiku 9/6/2007
188. Straw In A Field Of Wheat 8/30/2007
189. Summer Rain 8/30/2007
190. Summer: Haiku 11/13/2008
191. Summer’s Last Gasp 6/12/2008
192. Sunday Morning 8/30/2007
193. Surprise: A Limerick 5/19/2008
194. Tears: A Haiku 5/20/2008
195. Thanksgiving Minus One 11/3/2008
196. The Abington Abolitionist 10/13/2008
197. The Archaic Man 11/7/2008
198. The Battle Of Pilots Knob 8/30/2007
199. The Broken Flower 9/4/2007
200. The Call Of Silence 1/2/2008
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

Read the full of Seasons: Haiku

The Weary Solider

Upon the ancient battlefield the weary soldier stands
bowed of head and beaten of frame.
He stands a vigil to guard what remains
His weary eyes, his timeworn face, his spirit is broken
his uniform a disgrace. Yet still he stands and never falters
this is his fate he dare not alter.
He guards the dead, protects the fallen,
his comrades are gone they are not forgotten
alone he stands and this he dreads

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