Morgan Michaels


Morgan Michaels Poems

201. An Intruder 3 6/24/2012
202. An Intruder 4 6/25/2012
203. An Intruder 5 6/25/2012
204. Love 6/25/2012
205. My Love For You 6/25/2012
206. Perugino 7/9/2012
207. From Marian 7/12/2012
208. Life 7/12/2012
209. Fifty Years On: For Bastille Day 7/14/2012
210. Fifty Years On: For Bastille Day 2 7/14/2012
211. Fifty Years On: For Bastille Day 3 7/14/2012
212. Haiku102 7/15/2012
213. Haiku103 7/16/2012
214. Valse 7/17/2012
215. Tinos 7/17/2012
216. Commonly 7/17/2012
217. Diotima 2 Part One 7/19/2012
218. Haiku104 7/20/2012
219. The Plants 7/20/2012
220. Haiku105 7/21/2012
221. Remembering Christmas 7/22/2012
222. Remembering Christmas 2 7/22/2012
223. Age: A Near-Haiku 7/25/2012
224. Irony 7/25/2012
225. Illusions 7/25/2012
226. Almost An Epitaph 7/26/2012
227. Almost An Epitaph 2 7/26/2012
228. Almost An Epitaph 3 7/26/2012
229. Love And Need 7/26/2012
230. Sonnetx 7/27/2012
231. Melai 7/27/2012
232. Haiku106 7/27/2012
233. Almost An Epitaph 4 7/28/2012
234. Almost An Epitaph 5 7/28/2012
235. Almost An Epitaph 6 7/28/2012
236. Almost An Epitaph 7 7/28/2012
237. A Jeremiad 7/29/2012
238. In The Museum 2 7/31/2012
239. Haiku109 7/31/2012
240. Haiku110 7/31/2012

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...

Read the full of I Wish I Were Young, Again

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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