"micah" poems
Today is the anniversary of another trip around the sun for the woman I love more than any other.
Happy Birthday to my mother, Elise
who drew me a picture of the female reproductive system
and labeled the parts
and explained the process
of ************
before my body ever had a chance to frighten me
who taught me the word
******
and taught me that there was nothing silly, or shameful, or icky
about the word
or having one.
who taught me
that people are inherently the same
and humans are valuable
and the meaning of the word
humanity
and the value of justice
and the meaning of the word
"injustice"
and consistently confronted it
often uncomfortably
but un-apologetically
whenever we found ourselves in its presence
Who responded to compliments
about my appearance as a child
with humble disinterested grace
and taught me with intention
in everything she said and did
that what is valuable about me
is my mind
and my heart
kindness
spirit
ethics
righteousness
some may say too much of the latter
who taught me about Janis, and Sylvia, and Frida
and Roe v Wade
and punctuation and articulation and diction
and the Serenity Prayer, and that Galway Kinnel poem about what is still possible...
I love you Mom. I could go on forever. My love and my gratitude for you - and what you have gifted and instilled in me - is bigger than the universe and eternity and possibility.
So glad you are with the sweetest child in the whole wide world this evening.
Loving and sending you love and bright light so hard.
Micah Haverly 2015
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
*You called me cupcake
Because that's all you saw
The sweetest parts of me
Not the the scars that I bore
I will call you a lion
Because of the strength in your heart
You were always so brave
So caring, so smart
But now we have both turned to mice
Too scared to fight our wars
Because you are not longer mine
And I not longer yours
This is not what I wish
Disassociated from you
Without a word spoken
To much isolation for two
I want you to know
That I still love you
Just not the way...
I use to
I want to talk
I want to speak
I want you to smile
So my world isn't so bleak
Just because your not
My whole world any more
That doesn't mean I don't
Want you to be part of it*
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Dear Micah,
I sometimes feel you in hallways and
the sunlight between the blinds.
Motionless or watching
But silent
As I hesitate
And the space in the room is filling suddenly with only you
(a lot like your laughter , now floating on wings of insects)
waiting for my next letter;
to mold words I can only feel through foreign entities
plagued with silence and melodies you used to know.
Now dying with you.
There are a thousand ways to say I miss you,
Im too sad to write even one.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
You were born on a cold October night
My beautiful baby boy
God gave me you
to fill my world
With happiness and joy
Throughout your life you struggled,
Many trials, you had to face
But with each battle, you stood strong
Through God's amazing grace
Your brightest light, and faith in God
You shared with those you met
Changed many lives, and filled us all
With a love we won't forget.
Micah, your love changed me and for my life you were "God's Will"
My love for you goes on and on,
My sweet boy, my miracle.
I love you Micah, always and forever, I know that you're dancing in the sky, and singing in the angels choir. I love you my miracle boy,
my Micah-man, sing a song for me up in heaven.....
Love mommy xoxo
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 2:57 AM UTC
We see such a truth,
Half hidden behind a stranger's veil.
How we dine from the crops we reap,
But see not the seed that was sown.
We eat the honey from our glass jars,
But know naught of the dead bees and hives torn.
The truth is often within what,
We try so hard not to see.
Chopsticks and toothpicks to eat with,
But The Amazon lies **** amidst tree stumps for all to see.
Your hair can be dyed black day after day,
But the wrinkles will always remain close enough to feel.
Sometimes the truth is an open secret,
Something everyone promises not to tell anyone.
Stardust we are, born of chance they say,
Yet we emote, judge and live.
The unplumbed depths of the soul lie undiscovered,
But a wretched face is all the mirror can give.
The truth is somehow not full,
But Like the moon,
We await its glory,
Maybe it just is too soon.
Humans try to deface, hide and delete it,
But every night has its end in the dawn,
No matter how proud humankind grows,
They will cry and rejoice when the full truth is born.
-Micah
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
Micah The Mouse was a rat;
At least that’s how he behaved.
If he didn’t get his way every time
He’d holler and he’d rant and rave.
He got to be such a big mouse
That his head swelled up too.
He became so hugely obnoxious
Other mice didn’t know what to do.
They held a spontaneous election.
They needed to elect a top mouse.
Micah bribed the weaker leaders
So, Micah got the run of the house.
He kept up his pattern of bribery
And threatening those in his way.
Without anything like scruples
He’s still on the throne to this day
Micah The Mouse takes with both hands
And it’s too bad if anyone disagrees.
Those who think he cares about complaints
Will spend a lot of time on their knees.
In Micah got horrendously fat
By overeating just a tiny smidge.
He got to be so much like a big rat
He grew too heavy to cross the bridge.
So he roared and ranted and raved.
And blamed everybody around him.
That he was the cause of his problems
Seemed to completely astound him.
The wonder in all of this sad story
Is why the other mice could not see
That Micah was only in it for himself
And not for members of the citizenry.
Micah got to eat while others starved.
He got what he wanted, moved on
Yet somehow those that elected him
Never quite seemed to catch on.
Micah The Mouse takes with both hands
And it’s too bad if anyone disagrees.
Those who think he cares about complaints
Will spend a lot of time on their knees.
(Image from www.sharktacos.com)
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
I'll never forget you
But I'm scared that they will
Those lives that you touched
Have lives to live still
I can't really blame them
You were my precious light
But those who just knew you
Out of mind out of sight
I know that I really
Shouldn't think this but still
I see that their lives
Have to move on and will
As your mom I'm aware
That I loved you the most
But as the days and years go by
To them you're a ghost
I know that this won't be
An intentional thing
But there's thousands of new memories that the passing time brings
But you'll always be here in my heart and my mind
And your precious light
Will shine for all time.
Written with all my love for Micah Daniel, my son, my bright light, my miracle....
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 2:33 AM UTC
There Was This Girl Who Lived A Million Lives,
And Every Day Was A Different Kind.
" You Could Do Anything You
Set Your Mind To. "
" The Sky Is The Limit ",
So , So Be It.
Change The World , And Make It Better.
Fall In Love, And Hope It Last Forever.
Be A Diva, And Have Some Haters.
Use These ******* As Motivators
Just Remember , It's YOUR Life
So Do What You Like.
Listen To Your HEART,
And ENJOY The Ride.
- Micah Renee'
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
If I shed a tear each time that you lied to me,
I'd be walking slowly on a iced sea,
Frozen over by the numbness that I feel,
Every time that I'm deceived.
- Micah Alex
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 3:36 AM UTC
WOW, isn't that lovely?
Would you call your child that? Would you leave them there,
hanging without a piece of
identity to clarify just what
they are?
Would you leave them there
without a beautiful name that
suits them dearly like: Grace,
Hope, Joy or Micah, Joe,
Ben?
Would you call your child Untitled?
No?
Then why would you call the
poetry that you've raise from
an idea and helped it to
develop Untitled?
Be careful, poems have
feelings too!
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
Dear Poets and Readers
This poem page will be dedicated
to our men and women in Blue
To those who have given their life
for me and you
These are only a few of our fallen
★ Heroes ★
Castle Rock, Co
Deputy Zackari Parrish - 29
December 31, 2017
Harrisburg, PA
US Marshall Christopher Hill - 45
January 18, 2018
Brighton, Co
Deputy Heath Gumm - 32
January 24, 2018
Colorado Springs, Co
Deputy Micah Flick - 34
February 5, 2018
Locust Grove, Ga
Officer Chase Maddox - 26
February 9, 2018
Westerville, OH
2 officers shot in the line of duty
February 10, 2018
Chicago, IL
Commander Paul R. Bauer
February 13, 2018
Mobile, Al
Officer Justin Billa
February 20, 2018
These officers were true heroes
So very sad they are gone,
And now we are left to carry on
Without them
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
..
1. try not to think about it
2. you have it so much easier than so many people
3. You can't help me
4. so?
5. your taste in music is ****
6. I'm leaving
7. what pain do you have
8. it hurts Micah, the universe hurts
9. don't be so depressed all the time?
10. Don't you wish you had gone with her?
11. I can't sleep, I want to die
12. You sing horribly
13. you are paranoid and bitter
14. you are a bully
15. I'm leaving
16. you aren't worthy of being my son
17. there's no life in your art
18. this guy? he's such a loser
19. go to sleep
20. who does he think he is?
21. you don't know the difference between w and m?
22. He's a lost cause
23. You made her like this
24.You made her like this
25. I'm leaving
26. but why does he make them suffer so much?
27. People like him are the worst
28. I was his powerplay
29. you are not good enough
30. I grew up too fast, they made me
31. are you out of your so-called depression?
32. useless
33. She's gone micah, she's gone
34. you can never escape becoming your parents
35. I'm fine, don't worry
36. you can't dance for ****
37. I'm leaving
38. He fell
39. I sometimes wonder, is it my fault?
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
I am from sketch pads, from books and monopoly
I am from the cozy little green house where my sisters and I would play in the yard all day. And lay to watch the stars at night
I am from the dandelion, the garden in which my mom tried to grow flower that never sprouted
I am from grandma got ran over by a reindeer sipping hot chocolate on Christmas eve and crazy wildness, from Stephanie, Hannah, Jordan, Micaila, Micah, and Emmanuel
I am from the singers and the fashionistas
I am from “you can be anything you want to be.” And “don’t let anyone tell you you’re not beautiful.”
I am from singing amazing grace and dancing to gospel pop from the church
I am from Atlanta, Georgia a true peach, mac and cheese on special occasion, and homemade tuna burgers with halondais
From the woman that could have gone to any college in Georgia, but had me instead
I am from the trophies for anything and everything, from scholar awards, and Letterman’s jacket
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
Do justly
To the hungry
With brazen melody
Touch the ugly
Love mercy
Firstly
Choose your phrases
Teach the thirsty
Walk humbly
With feet lovely
Down crooked boulevards
Your message comely
Your God commands
He works His will
Set the world straight
Until the streets are still
Melt down your swords
Into reaping-blades
Learn war no more
In these latter days
The mountains rise high
Nations flow this way
None shall be afraid
As they rest in the shade
Walk in the name
Of Your Sovereign Lord
Carry out His will
Like waters on the shore
Walk in the light
Of Your Reigning Lord
Wolves kiss lambs
Your hope He restores
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
WOW!!!
IMAGINE BIBLICALLY DONE ART
I went to Genesis hotel through Exodus road. On the way, I saw Leviticus recording the Numbers of people at Deuteronomy, while Joshua was waiting at the Beautiful gate for Judges to see Ruth calling loudly "Samuel ! Samuel ! At a stage, the first and second Kings of Chronicles 1 & 2, were coming to visit Ezra, Nehemiah and Esther for the misfortune of Job their brother. They started singing Psalms and teaching children Proverbs concerning Ecclesiastes and Songs of Solomon. This coincided with the period that Isaiah was engaged in Jeremiah's Lamentations together with Ezekiel and Daniel their friends. By that time, Amos and Obadiah were not around. Three days later, Hosea, Joel and Jonah travelled in the same ship with Micah and Nahum to Jerusalem. Habakkuk then visited Zephaniah
who introduced him to Haggai a friend of Zechariah whose cousin is Malachi.
Immediately after the tradition, Mathew, Mark, Luke and John got involved in Acts of the Romans who were behaving like the 1st Corinthians group because the 2nd Corinthians group were always at loggerheads with the Galatians. At that time too, they realized that the Ephesians and Philippians were close to the Colossians, and a suggestion for the first Thessalonians visit was made, and that on their second Thessalonians visit, they should first of all see the first and second of the Timothy brothers who had gone to the house of Titus to teach Philemon his younger brother how to read and write in Hebrew. On hearing this, James asked Peter twice to explain to him how the three Johns have disclosed to Jude the Revelations of this journey.
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC
A man called Micah:
Oh Lord, please
Please Lord
Save me from
This place
There is nothing but
Pain and mis-
Satan:
-oh, Micah
Sweat foolish Micah
He cannot hear you anymore
Micah, that’s the tricky thing
About this place
He doesn’t visit
There are no angels
No light cast
He doesn’t care
Micah, he doesn’t know you!
Micah:
But-
He said he’d-
He’d always-
Satan:
-He’s always what…?
He’d always be there
He’d always save you
He’d always-
love you
Micah, not anymore
You had your chance
But now, Micah
You’re here
With me
He will not come
Not for you
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC