Jim Milks

Rookie - 12 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

Jim Milks Poems

241. A Soldier Didn’t… 10/12/2007
242. Beware 4/25/2008
243. Early Morning 4/14/2008
244. My Bald Head 8/30/2007
245. This Is What Summer Means To Me 5/25/2008
246. The Snowy Day 12/7/2008
247. The Lake 3/19/2009
248. Revelation 12/29/2009
249. Reggie 8/30/2007
250. Some Things My Dad Taught Me: An Essay 1/3/2009
251. A Short Poem In The Greek Style 8/30/2007
252. Scenes From A New England Winter 1/20/2009
253. …goodnight Boston, I Love You.. 9/23/2008
254. Jim Morrison: A Haiku 7/8/2008
255. School Days: A Haiku 3/27/2009
256. A Shot Of Whiskey 1/17/2009
257. A Kiss Upon Your Cheek 9/26/2008
258. Respect: A Haiku 9/5/2007
259. Memorial Day: A Haiku 5/21/2008
260. A Million Years To Sunday 4/9/2008
261. Advise 9/5/2007
262. Road Really Not Taken 8/30/2007
263. A Short Ode To Edgar Allen Poe 9/11/2007
264. Childhood Is Calling 1/11/2008
265. Wedding: A Haiku 5/14/2008
266. What Is A Grandfather? 1/21/2008
267. Happy Mother's Day 8/30/2007
268. Happy Birthday Dad 8/30/2007
269. Seasons: Haiku 11/13/2008

Comments about Jim Milks

  • Gholamreza Zarban Gholamreza Zarban (12/18/2014 4:39:00 PM)

    You have beautiful poems. Since I'm interested in Haiku, I'll try to read your haiku s.

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  • Shelby Hogan (6/3/2011 3:21:00 PM)

    I love your poems but do you have a biography on here anywhere?

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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