Poems begining by M
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My Heart ran so to thee
© Emily Dickinson
My Heart ran so to thee
It would not wait for me
And I affronted grew
And drew away
My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease --
© Emily Dickinson
My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease --
I'm feeling for the Air --
A dim capacity for Wings
Demeans the Dress I wear --
Musicians wrestle everywhere
© Emily Dickinson
Musicians wrestle everywhere --
All day -- among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife --
And -- walking -- long before the morn --
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New Life"!
Morns like these -- we parted
© Emily Dickinson
Morns like these -- we parted --
Noons like these -- she rose --
Fluttering first -- then firmer
To her fair repose.
More than the Grave is closed to me --
© Emily Dickinson
More than the Grave is closed to me --
The Grave and that Eternity
To which the Grave adheres --
I cling to nowhere till I fall --
The Crash of nothing, yet of all --
How similar appears --
Meeting by Accident,
© Emily Dickinson
Meeting by Accident,
We hovered by design --
As often as a Century
An error so divine
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt
© Emily Dickinson
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt
Me stop to prove it -- now --
Make haste -- the Scruple! Death be scant
For Opportunity --
My friend attacks my friend!
© Emily Dickinson
My friend attacks my friend!
Oh Battle picturesque!
Then I turn Soldier too,
And he turns Satirist!
Mine Enemy is growing old --
© Emily Dickinson
Mine Enemy is growing old --
I have at last Revenge --
The Palate of the Hate departs --
If any would avenge
Many a phrase has the English language
© Emily Dickinson
Many a phrase has the English language --
I have heard but one --
Low as the laughter of the Cricket,
Loud, as the Thunder's Tongue --
My River runs to thee
© Emily Dickinson
My River runs to thee --
Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?
My River wait reply --
Oh Sea -- look graciously --
My friend must be a Bird
© Emily Dickinson
My friend must be a Bird --
Because it flies!
Mortal, my friend must be,
Because it dies!
My wheel is in the dark!
© Emily Dickinson
My wheel is in the dark!
I cannot see a spoke
Yet know its dripping feet
Go round and round.
My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --
© Emily Dickinson
My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --
In Corners -- till a Day
The Owner passed -- identified --
And carried Me away --
Much Madness is divinest Sense
© Emily Dickinson
Much MADNESS is divinest sense (Author)
To a discerning eye
Much sense the starkest madness.
'T' is the MAJORITY
My life closed twice before its close --
© Emily Dickinson
My life closed twice before its close --
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me
My Sister Laura
© Spike Milligan
My sister Laura's bigger than me
And lifts me up quite easily.
I can't lift her, I've tried and tried;
She must have something heavy inside.
Mirror, Mirror
© Spike Milligan
A young spring-tender girl
combed her joyous hair
'You are very ugly' said the mirror.
But,
Me
© Spike Milligan
Born screaming small into this world-
Living I am.
Occupational therapy twixt birth and death-
What was I before?
Maveric
© Spike Milligan
Maveric Prowles
Had Rumbling Bowles
That thundered in the night.
It shook the bedrooms all around
