Morgan Michaels


Morgan Michaels Poems

1241. Ware R U? 11/14/2015
1242. Warning 8/15/2015
1243. Water 1/26/2012
1244. Weather 11/8/2012
1245. Wedding 3/19/2016
1246. Whales L 9/30/2012
1247. Whales Ll 9/30/2012
1248. Whales Lll 9/30/2012
1249. What I Want 9/13/2015
1250. What Soon Became Clear 3/17/2012
1251. When 1/23/2012
1252. Whether 9/15/2017
1253. Which Is Which? 7/14/2013
1254. Which? 7/21/2015
1255. Why? 2/9/2012
1256. Wiedergekommen 4/28/2013
1257. Wind 9/11/2012
1258. Windchime 8/31/2015
1259. Winter 8/30/2012
1260. Winter Blues 2/9/2014
1261. Winter* 12/20/2013
1262. Wood 9/5/2015
1263. X 8/18/2014
1264. Yes, But... 5/12/2013
1265. Yes/No 9/2/2014
1266. Yin And Yang 7/14/2013
1267. Yin And Yang Ii 7/14/2013
1268. You Better Be Bad When You'Re Young 8/20/2013
1269. Young And Now 9/18/2015
1270. Your Love 4/1/2014
1271. Your Parents 12/7/2014
1272. Z 9/15/2015

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

Read the full of Under Heavan

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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