Jim Milks

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

Jim Milks Poems

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