#shimmer
While my eyes shimmer
in my ears
ambient pulses
the sound is slick
feeling along the walls of my shells
I spread my arms like a starfish
I think about how
if I can’t pass through doors
I’ll fly through windows
I maintain balance in the dark
pale blue light has bubbles
the night smells of sherbet and lime
some luminous mind whispers to me
analgesics in capsules are long outdated
the blister gleams like drops of mercury
lidocaine spills
along the inside of my cheeks
if you kiss me
I might put you to sleep
I’ll shimmer before your eyes
like a meteor shower of Perseids
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 6:26 PM UTC
It doesn’t matter
how much weight you carry.
It’s about how you distribute.
Pain diffusion
is like sunlight through leaves;
it takes courage
to let brightness pierce through
and kiss you.
So stay with me,
right here,
by your tree roots,
where cyclamen grow.
Hold my hand
like you always knew me.
Forgive my shyness
as I fidget
with toe rings of clover -
I promise;
I’m less and less scared -
I still love your wildness.
I feel you,
all over.
Eyes,
of Pure Water.
My lack of sharpness
is yearning to soften your edges.
I’m floating above your garden,
weightless.
The ripeness of fruit
that your highest tree bares,
smells like a rose
you delivered.
If we really are here
to mirror,
all I want to do for you
is shimmer.
Nov 4, 2022
Nov 4, 2022 at 9:06 AM UTC
Stardust shimmers in night's darkest hour,
Constellations gleam across dreamscapes unseen,
Bask in the moonlight child,
Revitalize.
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 12:02 PM UTC
That shimmer
That glisten of my heart
Can't you see it's a mirror?
Oh, love, where do I start?
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 11:35 AM UTC
shimmer of the moon-rode rhythm
oceans flow-dance glow-view
crash
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
Memories
Shimmering and twinkling
Stars, constellations
I stretch along the night sky
So i can remember
Everything about you
It has been seven years
And I still miss
Your smile
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
The Harvest of Roses
by Michael R. Burch
for Harvey Stanbrough
I have not come for the harvest of roses—
the poets' mad visions,
their railing at rhyme ...
for I have discerned what their writing discloses:
weak words wanting meaning,
beat torsioning time.
Nor have I come for the reaping of gossamer—
images weak,
too forced not to fail;
gathered by poets who worship their luster,
they shimmer, impendent,
resplendently pale.
This poem was originally published by The Raintown Review when Harvey Stanbrough was the editor, then later by Mindful of Poetry. I wrote the poem out of dissatisfaction with the strange idea that poetry should consist entirely or primarily of concrete images. Would the “experts” who espouse this bizarre idea junk the great soliloquies of Shakespeare and Milton and the direct statement poems of A. E. Housman? It also bears noting that the twin titans of English modernism, Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot, did an awful lot of “telling” rather than always “showing.” Keywords/Tags: Harvest, roses, images, imagery, imagism, meter, time, beat, rhyme, shimmer, gloss, perfume, reap, reaping, gossamer
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
The blonde shimmer of your hair gets lost
In the lights of city and it begins to transform
Into your ambition that keeps you alive
While the shine and glory of youth that you have in your face
Is mixing with loud sirens of the city
Just a little bit , just a little bit shine that I’m searching for
A green glimmer would keep me alive
Trying to distract myself from the distance that we put between us
A shine of happiness would keep my heart alive
So busy with our lives that we don’t even realize
How the city reacts with our hearts
When we feel a heartache we just look at the city lights
Like lights could take the pain away
Perfectly cut, walls of glasses
Another day is beginning
The sun is rising again.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
i stole the man in the moon
and now i keep him in my room
i hop into my portable radio at night
and i switch the channels
when I get a fright
outside the schools of silver coin fish,
outside, the turtle, who
for a shell, stole a gold dish
yes, you may touch me
but that doesn't make me real
this wavering water glass
is between us
in panes i cannot feel
a glint of gold smoke,
flash of a crystal cigarette
shimmered right out of the spot she stood in,
with one sparkling pirouette
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
Stellar mistreatment, meltdown; went down
Spectrum gushing, waving ocean
Exploring deplorable nether regions galore
Roots uprising, doubling be-headings
It's profound!
On the grounds of treason
The sound of suffering
The soul of season
Shimmer and I, be one
Till it gets to my guts
Blurting, hurting needs the new one
Replicating, replacing me dust to sun
Now, whole life turned into pun
Perfect one knows no one
As I lay as a stardust, have none
Cosmic wind blew and now begone
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 5:45 AM UTC
sky wears a shimmer,
as black clouds stop dance for now;
run up for cloudburst!
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
Where all a collection
of dead stars.
This is why we burn
so brightly for a finite time.
And when we burn out
where just faded
reminisce of universal reflection.
Never let your shimmer fade,
because we are only
moments
Fading within a lifetime
of memories
that like stars dim.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
SO QUEIT AND DEEP,
NOTHING BAD THAT IN CREEPS;
EVERYTHING Z HUMBLE AND IN PEACE.
CALMNESS AND GLOW SPARKLES EVERYWHERE.
PEOPLE DO WHATEVER THEY DARE,
SO THEY MAY SHIMMER IN HEAVEN.
NEVER, THERE! THEY ARE DRENCHED IN RUES.
THERE,
A BOUNDARY OF SMILES, AS A CIRCLE;
BOBS UP AND DOWN WITH JOYS ALL AROUND.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
pond shimmers in sun
dragonflies embrace midair
dance forming new life
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
your voice lingers,
my hands tremble,
the distance—
so close yet so far.
it was a never-ending passion,
every word you muttered
was another reason for me,
to live on a little longer;
we were chanters—
you're the executioner.
bright lights shone,
your talent shimmers,
your humour;
was the heartwarmer
the stage was brighter
you make heads lighter.
encore, encore, encore,
your presences drugged
the audiences;
and made them want more.
I was lost in thoughts,
as I stood by the railings,
and barriers were formed;
what was the reason again,
that I heard love called?
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
The light dances on the sea’s waves like those little skater bugs that hop on a pond. The jitter of tiny lights reminds me of a time that I was fainting; the same specks of glitter shimmering in front of my eyes as I tumbled onto the bed in a cold sweat, mother at my side with a damp, white flannel. But now, as I watch the same twinkling flashes surfing the tide, in the warmth of the sun, they seem not to be as intimidating.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
Seeing the first dew drops
Upon the grass they collect,
Momentary do they gather
Mesmerised of rising shimmers.
Enveloped with in mornings breath
Remembered faintly they fade.
Within there short-lived collections
Iridescent gathering shimmers.
Showing the candle of light within,
Hues burning brighter than a candle.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
beams of golden shine
rippled atop the creek's trace
glowing in shimmer
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
Sparkling outside's so light
shimmering delight
thickened darkness
so sludge like
deathly hallows above
pitch black inside so much darker
Forever into the shadowy abyss
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC