Morgan Michaels


Morgan Michaels Poems

1241. Dialogue 6/19/2013
1242. Everything 6/26/2013
1243. Move 6/18/2013
1244. Dream 11/28/2012
1245. 112 10/14/2012
1246. 123 10/17/2012
1247. Whales Ll 9/30/2012
1248. Sea Turtle 3/25/2012
1249. Desiderata Ii 12/4/2013
1250. Rimbaud In Africa 3/8/2015
1251. Quid Dedicatum... 2/17/2015
1252. High Koo 12/8/2013
1253. Life, Liberty And The Pursuit Of Happiness 5/17/2012
1254. This Morning 8/21/2012
1255. The Dolphin Ii 7/4/2013
1256. A Japanese Haiku In Phonics With Translation 5/9/2013
1257. How The Buck Got Passed 11/13/2013
1258. I Wish I Were Young, Again 9/15/2014
1259. 100 10/13/2012
1260. Seven Basic Machines 2/8/2012
1261. Fly 3/2/2012
1262. Forever 9/17/2017
1263. In General 12/30/2015
1264. Five 5/18/2013
1265. Yin And Yang 7/14/2013
1266. A Fairy Tale 7/28/2013
1267. Old Photo 12/9/2012
1268. Spider 3/2/2012
1269. Her 9/20/2013
1270. Poem 2/10/2012
1271. The Ideal City 2/24/2012
1272. Under Heavan 2/27/2015

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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