Jim Milks

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

Jim Milks Poems

81. Winter Wonderland: A Haiku 1/27/2009
82. Loneliness: A Haiku 1/27/2009
83. The Young Man: A Limerick 1/27/2009
84. Raindrops: A Haiku 1/28/2009
85. River Of Ruin: A Haiku 1/29/2009
86. The Guardian Of Forever 1/29/2009
87. Please Lie To Me Tonight 1/31/2009
88. Love Me Like You Use To 2/1/2009
89. Home 2/2/2009
90. Forty-Three 2/2/2009
91. Souls Of Snow 2/3/2009
92. Fireplace: A Haiku 2/3/2009
93. Sign Of The Times 2/8/2009
94. A Valentine Wish 2/13/2009
95. Home For Christmas 1/3/2009
96. Candy Canes: A Haiku 1/20/2009
97. Football Stole My Man: A Song 1/25/2009
98. Travel In The Woods 3/29/2009
99. On The Rise: A Limerick 4/3/2009
100. Easter In A Cemetery 4/17/2009
101. Searching 4/22/2009
102. To Speedy 5/12/2009
103. He Waits 5/19/2009
104. Lost: A Haiku 6/4/2009
105. I Remember…* 9/6/2009
106. 1984 9/6/2009
107. 1984 Reprise 9/6/2009
108. Sign Of The Times: A Haiku 11/3/2009
109. Wonder 12/28/2009
110. I Wander… 12/29/2009
111. Please… 3/26/2009
112. Another.... 2/5/2010
113. A Lovers Touch 2/13/2010
114. Me 8/30/2007
115. Hometown 8/30/2007
116. The Meeting 8/30/2007
117. Dad A Life 8/30/2007
118. Coffee 8/30/2007
119. Mother’s Day 8/30/2007
120. Highway 8/30/2007

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

My Bald Head

I can show it, I can hide it the choices abound
it is my head, my own little crown.
It shines in the sun and glows in the night
I could even paint it, oh what a fright.
My baldhead shows age, wisdom and might.
A lifetime of living written above
my bald head is mine to have and to love.

4/7/2007

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