Micah Krahn Poems

Seahawks

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Close to my house, on nearby splintered telephone poles, perch twelve black birds on a wire communicating amongst themselves about the ever-long sun setting wilderness awaiting behind them.
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Come my child and let me show you a garden of melodies. For not far from where we are is a scared, hurt, wretchedly twisted and rusted instrument. She has no name and her destiny is not known yet to her.
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Time
by Micah Krahn

Motionless He stands, neither living nor dead, but a part of both worlds.
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The most unlikeliest of poems, often come from the tastiest ideas..
When preparing food, i first wash my hands, the more soap the better.
Appliances. Waffle maker or Toaster? Toaster. Tool of choice. Stainless Steel Knife.
selecting my ingredients for my conjuration of eatery, is the next goal on my itinerary.
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A long beautiful silver angel who slices harder than a thousand screaming demons.
Her grace has befallen all who prey upon her.
Her blade fury unleashes the light as it severs through the darkness like a hushed whisper.
Mortal and Immortal gods have fallen with their brothers of humanity.
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This poem is about my experiences in the streets of Sweden.Buildings in the capitol of Stockholm, cloud the city streets; like stacked up moving boxes.
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An ancient myth tells of a once great city of Valantis, lain to ruins by the Evils of Aticus, and the eclipsing wrath of the great Poseidon, this ballad tells of the ferocious battle which ensued.

Swallowed by his legendary monstrous irate wrath, He decimated his foes with a unstoppable devastating force, forever entombing their grotesque souls into the gargoyles within the Greek God's domain.
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Each season is the start of something beautiful.

A fragile seedling, in need of water and sunshine to begin to out of her en caged shell of captivity.
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I Tore Off My Wings
And gave them to you!
Now you are the angel, and I am the “fallen one'.
You fly throughout the heaven’s glorified galaxies.
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