Unintelligible Susurration

Michael - Poem by Unintelligible Susurration

Meeting Michael
might make me
Meeting Michael
at midnight in the
month of May.

Mingling with Michael
must mean missing
many moons.
Mingling with Michael
I am, miserably muttering
my most magical moment.

Misfit Michael
mustering molding men.
Misfit Michael
mercilessly manipulating
my mind.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Well this obviously tells who this poem is about.
Just a silly poem using alliteration with the letter 'm' ;)

Comments about Michael by Unintelligible Susurration

  • (7/2/2014 8:38:00 PM)

    Your Michael poems make me laugh. Love both of them, written with a suspicious heart? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 3, 2014

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