Morgan Michaels


Morgan Michaels Poems

1121. Hike You 12/16/2013
1122. Haiku Less Two 12/10/2013
1123. The Harp 12/11/2013
1124. Hiku 12/11/2013
1125. Heaven 11/15/2013
1126. The Ransom 10/30/2013
1127. A Dream 6/2/2013
1128. Mobile 4/20/2013
1129. Hanger 6/4/2013
1130. Slime 5/21/2013
1131. Cheap 5/18/2013
1132. Hatchling Ii 4/30/2013
1133. Wiedergekommen 4/28/2013
1134. Burns 1/25/2013
1135. 193 1/14/2013
1136. Epistle 2i 12/7/2012
1137. Epistle Iii 10/31/2012
1138. Ceyx And Alcione V 11/28/2012
1139. 153 10/28/2012
1140. 131 10/17/2012
1141. 132 10/17/2012
1142. Cabin 10/13/2012
1143. 65 10/5/2012
1144. Ceyx And Alcione Ll 9/23/2012
1145. 49 9/23/2012
1146. 36 9/19/2012
1147. Haiku117 8/20/2012
1148. 30 9/19/2012
1149. Late August 8/30/2012
1150. C'Est Dommage 7/6/2012
1151. Non-Rose 7/7/2012
1152. In The Museum 7/31/2012
1153. The Peanut-Butter Cookie 2 7/24/2012
1154. Fee-Fie-Foe-Fum 6/19/2012
1155. An Intruder 6/19/2012
1156. An Intruder 2 6/19/2012
1157. Erotification 5/16/2012
1158. Elephant's Graveyard 5/10/2012
1159. Owl 4/4/2012
1160. Spring Cleaning 4/21/2012

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

Under Heavan

Clouds under heaven fly
Winds over meadow hie
Through kept field and forest wild
Rambles my motherless child.

Leaves along the alley fly
Over the valley ravens cry
Higher than the mountain lies
The land of the heart's desire.


Hesse

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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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