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Mike Dolch Poems
My love is a waterfall. Everything touched, breathes into life. Buttercups, hummingbirds and bumblebees are peeking through these awkward trees.
Oil and Water
Sometimes two just don't mix. That's alright. Let it go.
The Road Less Taken
The road less taken is the one I’m taking. There’s nothing here that I am faking.
Anthem For The Lost
Our wings must grow every day to scar the leaks in our brains.
In between rounds, the protagonist is in his corner now, bleeding, and dizzy. 'You've gotten soft on me, my boy. You're no longer the heart I know,
A Blue Jay
A blue jay above a violet tree. A reminder of, what you mean to me.
A ladybug spared me from living a life of nightmares. Life can be heaven or hell, the answer lies in my altitudes of attitudes.
Sometimes, time moves backwards, and my heart beats in reverse. So I’ll share these words,
Two lovers parted ways. (Momentarily?) He wanders,
I do not fear the reaper, I fear meeting him too soon. I met a demon once,
Poem 1: Raised by Wolves
Changing the Story
I could see it in your eyes, now I see it in your rhymes. I will start a fire with a wet match and melt the frozen ice patch.
I'm opening my eyes, you're right there with me. The magic you've given, courses within you, I see.
Harmony: the melodic sounds of the alarm clock
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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My love is a waterfall.
Everything touched, breathes into life.
Buttercups, hummingbirds and bumblebees
are peeking through these awkward trees.
My love is a waterfall of hope.
It’s falling endlessly onto a window pane
that nobody can reach through,