"unalike" poems
black, white, brown
red, blonde, brunette
blue, amber, emerald
everyone so different
no one the same
short, tall, thin, fat
every size, shape
divergent, unique
Spanish, French, Japanese
Latino, Asian, Vietnamese
north, south, east, west
England, Morocco, Paraguay
child, adolescent, adult
heart, lung, eyes, brain
soul, spirit, mind
fear, love, pain, strength
unalike......identical
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
I wish to peer at Paris, under-dressed and ***** in all of its neoclassical splendor.
For that, there are things I would give up.
I wish to see a prehistoric forest, verdant, overgrown and jumbled.
Before evergreen mysteries I would be ever humbled.
For that, there are things I would give up.
I wish to see Rhodian gardens and from them, smell the flowering fig and taste succulent honey suckle.
I wish to glimpse zaftig temptresses dancing twenty thick amidst courtyards of ancient Persian palaces.
For that, there are things I would give up.
I wish to be blessed into an inenarrable life on an unalike mysterious planet.
I wish for an Atlas resembling and proportionate soul.
For that, there are things I would give up.
I've demanded an even temperament from my unruly emotions.
I've settled for continuous disbelief at the loquacious ignobleness of humanity.
For change, there are things I would give up.
I've sequestered my innocent dreams and bloomed monetary means.
I've avoided death narrowly, my fingers gripping, fear will always transfix, while barreling down 36'.
I've inhaled profits and installed transformation.
For change, there are things I would give up.
I've burned my midnight oil, taken offensive slander, and burned bridges with gratuitous candor.
I've witnessed coal falsify a beautiful gloaming sky.
I've had gasoline dreams filled and fuming with intensity, all drowning under an ocean of oil.
I've envisioned bleached beaches to hide stained soil.
These are moments I would give up.
There are things I've realized outside my reality, outside my internal soliloquy and physical tactility.
I've come to understand my words are nothing more than symbols on a closed door.
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 11:54 PM UTC
Earthbound,
and yet I now fly
through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ...
so high
that no sound
echoing by
below where the mountains are lifting
the sky
can be heard.
Like a bird,
but not meek,
like a hawk from a distance regarding its prey,
I will shriek,
not a word,
but a screech,
and my terrible clamor will turn them to clay—
the sheep,
the earthbound.
***
Tashunka Witko of the Lakota Sioux, better known as Crazy Horse, had a vision of a red-tailed hawk at Sylvan Lake, South Dakota. In his vision he saw himself riding a spirit horse, flying through a storm, as the hawk flew above him, shrieking. When he awoke, a red-tailed hawk was perched near his horse.
Published by American Indian Pride and Boston Poetry Magazine
"We Came Together" was written as song lyrics for New Zealand composer David Hamilton.
We Came Together
by Michael R. Burch
We came together – people of two lands
so unalike, at first, we hardly knew
how to be friends. We went to war, and drew
lines in the sand. And yet the sky was blue
for everyone, and big enough to share.
We came together, and our friendships grew.
We had to learn to share the selfsame air,
to find the path to harmony,
to find some common ground and let peace bloom.
We came together and we gave hope room
to blossom in our hearts. We learned to be
together in our common destiny.
We come together – people of many lands
so unalike, at first, and now we know
how to be friends.
Keywords/Tags: song, song lyrics, music, composer, diversity, understanding, tolerance, common ground, multiracial, friends, friendship
We Come Together, Holding Hands (I)
by Michael R. Burch
We come together, holding hands,
the children of so many lands;
it’s what the day demands.
We come together, seeking peace,
intent of love, our hearts at ease.
We come together, seeking peace;
it’s what the day decrees.
The time is right. The time is now.
We come together, knowing how
the world depends on us to know
the only time to love is now.
We come together, holding hands,
the children of so many lands;
it’s what the day demands.
We come together, seeking peace,
intent of love, our hearts at ease.
We come together, seeking peace;
it’s what the day decrees.
Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch
We Come Together, Holding Hands (II)
by Michael R. Burch
We come together, holding hands,
the children of so many lands;
it's what the day demands.
We come together, seeking peace,
intent of love, our hearts at ease.
We come together, seeking peace;
it's what the day decrees.
Earthbound,
and yet we fly
through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ...
so high
that all our songs
that echo where mountains stand lifting
the sky…
can be heard.
The time is right. The time is now.
We come together, knowing how
the world depends on us to know
the only time to love is now.
Earthbound,
and yet we fly
through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ...
so high
that all our songs
that echo where mountains stand lifting
the sky…
can be heard.
We sing together, holding hands,
the children of so many lands;
it's what the day demands.
We sing together, seeking peace,
intent of love, our hearts at ease.
We sing together, seeking peace;
it's what the day decrees.
Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch
i wrote a giddy little song
by michael r. burch
i wrote a giddy little song,
which u can dance to, all night long;
i wrote a giddy little poem,
it’ll tempt a smile, like sea foam;
i wrote a giddy little line,
it’ll tease a laugh, like a dandelion;
I wrote a song and took the trouble,
it’ll make u smile, like a soap bubble;
i wrote this giddy bit of fluff,
now dance to it, get off ur duff!
Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC
How long, how lost,
how
lonely
is the day?
The sun lies recumbent,
as I do:
languishing in cold storage,
perfectly preserved
in its hollow corner
of sky.
I'm
learning
that we're not unalike.
We burn, with equal intensity
and others, love best
to gaze at us,
from the furthest,
faraway plains.
I seem,
to bring naught,
but discomfort.
Wrapped in pain
like the fading aurora bloom,
of day,
I'm a solar-powered picana
so, please...
avert your eyes.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC
I just don't understand you.
Your values are just so different.
I was brought up so unalike from you,
It's like you just don't care.
I had a good upbrining,
My parents taught me right from wrong.
They taught me to try my hardest at everything
And here you are not trying at all.
My parents brought me up,
The way all kids should.
The same way that they were,
With a caring personality and love.
Do your parents have values?
Is that why we are so different.
You don't show elders any respect,
That's just one other thing that divides us.
I guess people with values so extremely opposite
Will argue for all of time.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
*the pleasured thrills of a
une liaison dangereuse
the mystery du triangle hypoténuse
two open, unended lines attached
to make a so interesting right (wrong) angle,
mais sans l'hypoténuse leur est pas de connectivité
indeed the hypotenuse hypothetical is crack for my brain
imagination steel furnace fired, molten are my fingers
as they trace the line you left for me on your body
to adore to cherish to lick to follow an arrow pointing
where?
to the heavenly pleasures that earth reside
in our differences substantial
which intrigue rather than
divide
opposites attract is true and not,
we could be
we could not be more unalike
that so excites for dreams only I can uncover
in the rounded shape of thine wide eyes
a horrific inserts
she is only teasing me
but the need to dance on the brink
the fulfillment that origins in a need perpetual
is the one that satisfies because it cannot
be fully satisfied
if you know this need, then you are mine bonded
beyond is at where the hypotenuse connect our lines,*
"we'd be beyond human, beyond poem, beyond horizon,
beyond stars and black holes and daisy-chains and metaphors
with nothing to say to say to an end, because it goes on, my dear, -- I'll see you at the brink...dance with me there"
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
San Francisco holds spirits
Of those unalike
Luscious shades of grey, sparkled stone.
Mighty bridges greet,
A plethora of wonders sweet
The smell of hot dogs, crab, Italian meats
Countries epitomized on few streets
Seven miles of freedom of speech.
Creed of liberation
To be ourselves, walk with personal strides
A passion, a determination
In the shadowy depths of a cold sea
Lurk mystery.
Pigeons coo, expounding over history
A pleasure inwardly
Lets go to San Francisco- there lies human victory.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
The old me.
Used to walk in the other side of the road.
I woke up on the right side of the bed.
I was much different from the others,
and I didn't know
why.
The old me.
Wondered and pondered,
thought and thought over
and over
to why I was like this,
to why I was different from the others.
The old me.
Gave up so easily,
a battle that can be effortlessly won,
by just a simple
lift of a finger.
I fell, into the cold hard ground.
I was down, and I didn't want to stand up again.
But I realized,
that it was okay to be so unalike.
Now, whenever I'm feeling down,
I pat myself on the back,
breathe in and out,
and I finally
get up.
Because this is
t h e n e w m e
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
Two kids, one dream
a sign in an empty street
imagine sunlight, two girls laughing
a camera on a stand
two kids, embraced
digging through boxes
like old memories wrapped in a cloth of nostalgia
imagine twilight, two girls talking
all the tenses at once
a figure in a bed
two kids, waking up alone
a confused smile
dark and ashamed, a wish
taken for granted
imagine emotion, a frantic outburst
two kids, coldly distant
yet never so close
a strangled reply
filled with hurried thoughts
imagine morning two girls far apart
a position shared
two kids, on a kitchen floor
knees brought up to their chests
one takes hold of a knife
the noticeable difference
imagine desperation, two girls crying
a single tear, a single drop of blood
the start of a long battle
two kids, completely unalike
yet perfectly similar
imagine happiness, a diploma in hand
not a single thought spared
to a desperate struggle to regain what was lost
two kids, not kid anymore
a new beginning, a haunted past
trapped inside a keyhole
imagine silence, nothing will ever be the same
a first love, not quite right
two kids, forever changed
a memory that holds no purpose
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 5:47 AM UTC
Born in different worlds we became unalike people
Its funny they say opposites attract but really it should have been illegal
Cause sometimes our differences make it painful to stay
We laugh and chat but I have to disguise my pain
Whenever I'm sad I reminisce about our past and ignore why I am mad
I give you reasons and covers, throw my feelings in the trash
Its not your fault cause I never say
But why cant you recognise how miserable I am some days
Why did I ever let it get this bad?
Is it you or is it me that I'm disappointed at
By Lunar
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 7:19 PM UTC
Eyes that Lies
heart of disguise
hurt is the truth
mourns of youth
for no reasons why
Eyes that Lies
a painted door
feelings to sigh
not even knowing
what could be inside
Eyes that Lies
self that hides
shades unalike
each of us despise
a feeling of outside
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
*When is suicide romanic?
Tragic?
Appalling?
These questions bear their wait
In the back of my spinning mind
Here I squeeze the grip of a butcher’s knife,
Not in the moonlight, but the ever-graying sky
When no ears can hear the reverberating echo
From your cries in the lies where you lost yourself so deeply
When no one is willing to think of you
For fear of ruining their day,
Then is it perfectly unselfish to at upon unendurable pain
In the blush of the night
And the rolling, roaring peal of thunder
The dark clouds express the torment
Far better than my pathetic cries for condolence
Yes, I’m cherishing my thoughtful misery
As if it were unalike any other
But I know it will end so quickly
If I’d just jump the roof, ****** the dagger
With the unbelievable, deafening, so blinding silence
I know that nothing can lance the quiet
With my towel in hand
My last plunge in soon to come
In the endless depths
Of sorrow’s irrevocable ocean*
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Birds on a wire, the murderous crows
commonly known as an omen of doom
silently staring and perching in rows
What might they be pondering, I cannot suppose,
their black, piercing eyes bore into my room
Birds on a wire, the murderous crows
Outside my window the flock slowly grows
unsettled, I watch them gather and loom
silently, staring and perching in rows.
The flapping of wings sings songs of sorrows
here with a message for me, I assume.
Birds on a wire, the murderous crows
My fear has ebbed of these wondrous fellows;
you see, we're not unalike I presume--
silently staring and perching in rows.
Pencil tapping, I stare out the window
perched on my chair as I sit in the gloom
Birds on a wire, the murderous crows,
silently staring and perching in rows.
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
Breaking our hands apart
In this loud mini-mart
You hate that touch
It’s just too much
Well when will it be enough?
That’s just tough
Pretending to care
I make this one swear
You’ll be taken care of
When will I get this love?
Retrieving this caring hand back from you
Just give me one **** clue
You’re not what I was expecting
Your old soul is not worth resurrecting
What’s with all this mess?
This is just my best guess
We’re too unalike
Thrown into this month long sike
I said that’s it
Enough of this endless pit
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
It happened that night, Friday
He finally broke his silence,
He spoke of us being too different
Too different to be meant for each other
Two different kinds of peas, to Unalike to fit in one pod
He didn't speak of his life being to low to compare to mine
His lips didn't have to say it
His gaze said enough
His eyes told his story of unhappiness
His distance showed me his new found direction
Away from this relationship
I tried to prevent him from leaving, but all my efforts proved futile
He no longer wanted to conversate
Neither did he have intentions to negotiate
He didn't want to work it out
He didn't even try
After that moment
I sat with a fixed gaze into realms beyond my own understanding
Reaching miles of strange feelings
That soft mushy feeling had dissolved
And his name no longer gave me chills
Deleting his pictures and contacts was effortlessly done
Thats when it hit me
We were over
We had fallen love
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
I have not been honest with you and I think that it is about time that I am. Ever since I first saw you, across the park with both of our heads bent over some sort of controversial art, I have always thought you more mind than matter but contrary to my indecisive head you always put me before my words.
If you were still here listening to what I have to say I guarantee you would compliment more the effort I may or may not have put into my hair this morning than the effortlessness of the trash spewing from my lips.
I should have seen the danger of this after your constant affection of my ears and chest and toes - you adored every bit of my that you could see - but I was too caught up in you being caught up in my eyes that I could not see that you didn't like them for the shine but for the shade.
I think I finally started to understand when you painted pictures of me doing normal things - cooking, writing, smiling - but nothing natural, like sleeping - which I often and always mused about in prose about you, my dear - or just thinking. They must have been much too mundane.
Your sketches of clothes and trees and urban sprawl were impressive but lacked depth. It was as if you were unable to see past the surface like every lake you stood and stared at was covered in a silvery film you were unable to pierce, even in the most shallow places.
We were too unalike - I trained myself to see each person as a character with a blank slate for hair color and texture and the size of hands and feet, but you saw only freckles where they shouldn't have been and fingernails too long or too shorts and although you found it all beautiful, it took more than aesthetics to find a tell tale heart.
You lost mine beneath the lake waters.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
little boy when do you learn?
you're already burnt
i can tell you wanna get burnt
but you are looking at me with that irritated smile
i'm smiling with my mask on as we both are unalike
an american girl and a boy can search for so much more
but you are just a mien
see the ghosts inside of my mind as you're to see
were all a little insane at times
when it comes to you and me i see eagerness
but i don't want to be difficult at all
a boy can be a set as a main
a girl can be set as a pleasure
but does not mean we can take them for granted
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
Twisted, curled and straight.
Many of them reticulate.
Some are rough, some gloss.
And few of them crisscross.
Through mountains and canons.
Some desolate and barren.
Some through foliage unmown.
Ending of all is unknown.
Unalike yet all attract and allure.
With open arms tempt to explore.
Each path inviting like a *****
Still another I search evermore.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
You're a sunflower.
I'm the crestfallen.
All I can see are colours
when I'm looking at you.
Unalike me, i'm all grey and black.
You remind me of
the missing part of me.
The me I was looking for
all this while.
Everyday
I saw you,
closer yet far.
You're like the missing puzzle
i'm yearning for,
that I can't possessed
that I wanted to trace with my fingers,
but I can't.
because,
your infatuation are on others,
that I can't compare.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Words To Love: Interconnection
Crisis after crisis: interconnected.
Deeds apparent or invisible: connected.
Phases, patterns unalike, yet linked and ‘synched’*
With Laws pertaining.
Do not question, and be certain:
Every force contains its obverse.
Things expand and then contract -
Bodies, flowers - all its contacts…
Interacting constantly, the powers of reality;
Related somehow, here and now.
And so, we reconstruct, re-form;
Nature forming forms forever.
Adapting and accommodating,
Interacting and connecting,
Thus, collecting and correcting
Continent by continent.
Intra-, inter- without end.
short for synchronised
Words to Love: Interconnection 4.18.2021 Circling Round Reality;Circling Round Everything II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
I crumble in fear,
a cold shiver shrivels up my spine,
as your names are yelled across the town.
Though I call you not the same;
Still I see no difference,
And yearn to respect every one of your child
The blood that rushes through my veins,
holds nothing sweet to the name I call;
The very skin and torso you made for me,
does not bear any sign that signals me apart
We brothers are all the same; But its war out there;
cutting the throat; that calls you unalike
I am dragged down to the dust,
beaten to the chill of my spine;
As the bloodshot eyes, holds no mercy,
I give up my physical being, hold no pain;
I understand; the heavy cuts on my flesh aren’t as deep
As the vengeance in those eyes.
The heart that pumps thousand drops of blood,
lies unaware of the name of the God I call;
As I lie strewn on the streets, on your name
I cry, ‘Why so many names you have, God’?
Why couldn’t you be the same, like the heart
that thumps in every man’s chest.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 11:49 PM UTC
My sister is not my sister,
but a stranger of same skin.
It seems that our relation
is all but running thin.
My brother is not my brother,
but a man of unalike mind.
And his warmth and embrace
are things I cannot find.
I do not know the people
society claims are close.
The people society claims
are meant to know me most.
I wish I knew these people
but it cannot be true.
Because, siblings, my life
must be done without you.
Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
Him and I are unalike,
that is why we fit together.
You and I are for one another,
that is why we are meant forever.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC