Morgan Michaels


Morgan Michaels Poems

321. The Wet Monkey L 9/26/2012
322. The Wet Monkey Ll 9/27/2012
323. 57 9/27/2012
324. The Wet Monkey Lll 9/28/2012
325. 58 9/29/2012
326. 59 9/30/2012
327. Whales Ll 9/30/2012
328. Whales Lll 9/30/2012
329. 60 10/3/2012
330. 61 10/3/2012
331. Swans L 10/4/2012
332. Swans Ll 10/4/2012
333. Swans Lll 10/4/2012
334. 66 10/5/2012
335. 63 10/5/2012
336. 64 10/5/2012
337. 62 10/5/2012
338. 67 10/6/2012
339. 68 10/6/2012
340. 69 10/6/2012
341. 70 10/6/2012
342. 71 10/6/2012
343. 72 10/6/2012
344. 73 10/7/2012
345. A True Story L 10/7/2012
346. A True Story Ll 10/7/2012
347. A True Story Lll 10/7/2012
348. A Visit From Diotima L 10/7/2012
349. 75 10/7/2012
350. 74 10/8/2012
351. 76 10/8/2012
352. 79 10/8/2012
353. 77 10/8/2012
354. 78 10/8/2012
355. Dedication 10/9/2012
356. A Visit From Diotima Ll 10/9/2012
357. 80 10/9/2012
358. 81 10/10/2012
359. A Visit From Diotima Lll 10/10/2012
360. 83 10/10/2012

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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