These are poems about relationships, including poems about mothers and their children, and poems for mothers and their children: i.e., the closest relationships of all. Also, poems about children and poems for children.
Infinity
by Michael R. Burch
Have you tasted the bitterness of tears of despair?
Have you watched the sun sink through such pale, balmless air
that your soul sought its shell like a crab on a beach,
then scuttled inside to be safe, out of reach?
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minds try to connect
bodies do too
sometimes only one
good enough for fun
but when its two
both body and mind true
you will fall like you never do
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All the stars I have
Are yours for today
You see them
keep them with you
they are yours
don't give them away
If you want
they will shine upon your sky
on this cloudless night
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As the sun shines through the leaves...
Peering through in the shape of a heart...
Our park benches sit so empty...
As insecure love drifts apart...
Your hand no longer clutching mine...
On the walks which we no longer go...
The emptiness runs oh so deep...
Like a well with no bottom below...
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"do you think we're friends in every universe?"
i think sometimes
you're an unexpected present in June,
the gift of consideration outside of birthdays.
sometimes i'm gratitude, a full heart
thanking the heavens for you.
sometimes i’m the white-washed face of God
in someone's painting,
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whisps of memory,
some fading like mist in the morning sun yet some shining bright for all eternity.
the sound of laughter that echos down hallways,
and permeates a house with it's joyfulness.
the feeling of comfort and of belonging,
that will never fade away.
the smell of perfume mingling with cologne,
an imprint of the lives lived forever kept in our minds.
the look of love,
that will softly rest upon each heart it falls upon.
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Light streams in through the tree tops
I feel the rough bark under my hands
As I sit next to you and listen to the quiet
Your fingers are long, like a musician’s
Carefully working to free fragile wings from the silk entrapping them
I’d looked at your hands as graceful
I’d looked at your eyes, sorrowful but still with a glint
And as you saved one small life
I never knew The damage that you would do to another
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Many who enter our lives
pass through without leaving a mark.
They may have once been important,
we might even have loved them,
but once they're gone, they’re gone.
But there are others who,
when they're gone, for whatever reason,
create a kind of emotional wound.
It’s as if a piece of the puzzle
that is us has been lost, taken.
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There’s a word
for the scent the earth gives
after it’s been broken open
by rain.
Petrichor.
The sound alone
feels like a secret slipping into my palms—
something beautiful
that arrives after a storm
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I need you,
She whispers. She smiles.
I need you,
But don’t you take it for weakness!
I need you because I choose to need you now!
I’m here, he says. Right by your side.
Your strong iridescent unquenchable light,
how could I see it any less but a precious delight?
In which I am basking and ready to die!
Don’t do that! she pleads.
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