Morgan Michaels


Morgan Michaels Poems

1. Water 1/26/2012
2. The First Time 1/26/2012
3. The First Time Ii 1/26/2012
4. The First Time Iii 1/26/2012
5. Idol 1/27/2012
6. Idol Ii 1/27/2012
7. Epitaph Of A Stranger 1/28/2012
8. Doggerelle 1/28/2012
9. For Starters 1/28/2012
10. Hawk Revisited 1/29/2012
11. Hawk Revisited Ii 1/29/2012
12. Hawk Revisited Iii 1/29/2012
13. Nature 1/29/2012
14. Anatomy Of A Song 1/30/2012
15. The Ides Of May 1/31/2012
16. Then And Now 2/1/2012
17. Dolphin 2/1/2012
18. Dolphin Ii 2/1/2012
19. Fa 12/6/2011
20. Eustace Tilley In Heaven I 1/20/2012
21. Eustace Tilley In Heaven Ii 1/20/2012
22. Uprisings 1/21/2012
23. Aunt Fritzi I 1/22/2012
24. Aunt Fritzi Ii 1/22/2012
25. Briefs 1/23/2012
26. Edna 1/23/2012
27. Juvenalia I 2/3/2012
28. Juvenalia Ii 2/3/2012
29. Unfinished 2/4/2012
30. The Cat Ii 2/5/2012
31. Never 2/6/2012
32. Hymn 2/6/2012
33. Take Ii 2/7/2012
34. When 1/23/2012
35. Little Different 1/24/2012
36. Haiku 2/8/2012
37. Haiku 2 2/9/2012
38. Why? 2/9/2012
39. In The Bistro 2/12/2012
40. Enna 2/13/2012

Comments about Morgan Michaels

  • Diane Hine Diane Hine (6/12/2014 11:36:00 PM)

    Morgan Michaels' poems are as fine as Leonardo's sketches.

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  • Megan Russell (12/20/2012 11:30:00 AM)

    Can you do me a favor and let me know what you think about my second poem 'Untitled.' I am new to writting poetry and Im curious to know what you think.

  • Filippo Stella Filippo Stella (11/4/2012 8:20:00 AM)

    I prefer to read 50 poems like these, than one only poem of 50 lines

    well, it will take at least 1 week to read all
    anyway, I did it with E.D., I can do it also with M.M.
    =)

Best Poem of Morgan Michaels

I Wish I Were Young, Again

I wish I were young again
with lotteries to win
when it was always Spring
and I could smell the exhaust
and hear the mower slay the grass
as I lay drowsing, the sound
borne in by the breeze that under the window
came chiding ''up, you scow,
there is nothing to do but everything
and time to do it, now'.
and, turning, exited
the way it came in, in.

I wish I was a kid again
my first kiss still eons off
little knowing yet
from whence it t'would come, or where;
unsure it would please, or how;
or if, when it finally came
would it linger or...

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Uprisings

Up slides the blind and out of remotest heaven
from a perlmutter sky
falls the pure, the Brownian, upward drifting snow
casually but surely, in high-blown whorls;
on the rail has settled a bluish inch.
'It's cold', croaks the bird, on yellow, thin legs,

so I rise. Snow fills last years rifts and sifts
on sticks and galls and nodes of last years'

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