Morgan Michaels


Morgan Michaels Poems

321. 72 10/6/2012
322. 73 10/7/2012
323. A True Story L 10/7/2012
324. A True Story Ll 10/7/2012
325. A True Story Lll 10/7/2012
326. A Visit From Diotima L 10/7/2012
327. 75 10/7/2012
328. 74 10/8/2012
329. 76 10/8/2012
330. 79 10/8/2012
331. 77 10/8/2012
332. 78 10/8/2012
333. Dedication 10/9/2012
334. A Visit From Diotima Ll 10/9/2012
335. 80 10/9/2012
336. 81 10/10/2012
337. A Visit From Diotima Lll 10/10/2012
338. 83 10/10/2012
339. 82 10/10/2012
340. The Wintergarden L 10/10/2012
341. The Wintergarden Ll 10/10/2012
342. The Wintergarden Lll 10/10/2012
343. 89 10/10/2012
344. 90 10/11/2012
345. 92 10/11/2012
346. 93 10/11/2012
347. 95 10/11/2012
348. 96 10/11/2012
349. 98 10/11/2012
350. 94 10/11/2012
351. 97 10/11/2012
352. 91 10/11/2012
353. 99 10/13/2012
354. 31 9/19/2012
355. 32 9/19/2012
356. 33 9/19/2012
357. 34 9/19/2012
358. 35 9/19/2012
359. Whales Lll 9/30/2012
360. 60 10/3/2012

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

Read the full of Under Heavan

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You too, rich enabler, have slid into the gray of memory
with no captions and no forwarding address
convincing us that most lives lived before the fall of such
are mere decorations of themselves and therefore waste;
that only in life lived 'round the corner, in vacuity,
is truth, (always what we define it) makeable, so valid,
anyway, and truly affordable.
Still and all, of legacies chary, we've got to pay the bills.
We are well-worn trails, drinking small, Dutch beers from

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