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death, faith, imagination, lost love, love, nature, on writing and words, philosophy, sea, seasons, song-time,
Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....
death, nature, seasons, winter, winter,
Emerald etchings are given birth
to bask their lives in summer's sun,
until brushing brutal winters cheek,
They cower yellow; brown undone.
Swirling down onto concrete pyres,
They somersault to a random grave.
The earth lays claim to copper corpses
But the winter wind is a cunning knave.
It finds and flips the fallen fibers,
then flings them crisply to the street.
The failing sheaves of burnt magenta,
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat.
Now strewn about with playful malice,
and denied the resting place they crave,
for the golden sun is a glint of amber,
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.
analogy, birth, creation, devotion, earth, flower, nature,
Under the care of sun and rain
My leaves have unfurled
My buds have burst forth
My own will has been done
This was my beginning
Through the seasons
Spring brought me to life
Summer grew me to new heights
The fall must come sometime
The frost will encase my barbs
And I will return to meditation
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
For your light to peek through clouds
Your moon to hold me within night
When spring returns...
I will dance in the wind
A never ending flower
death, seasons, tree,
the third season of my life
approaching my Autumn years
at the shriveled withered leaves
as they silently swirl in the wind
russet, brown and golden ones fall
their decay will soon rejuvenate the soil
to examine a fallen wrinkled leaf
its veins a reminder of aged wizened hands
my final wish will be granted
when I'm scattered like leaves upon the ground
Chantelle Anne Cooke
angel, death, introspection,
The Reaper can be bribed…with love
Sizzling scythe sings through spirits simultaneously
Once we slip from our faces…where do we embrace?
Wings wrap around our souls and we flutter and fly
The irony? Death teaches us how to save lives…
July 26th 2020
Contest: Four Lines
Sponsor: Constance La France
birth, death, seasons,
The rosebud blooms—makes its grand debut
in joyous spring. Day by day, its
petals open wide—all stages lead to
fullness in the end. When autumn air
delivers chill, its petals drop as life
and death their endless duet sing. It
then awaits new life next spring when
The rosebud blooms—makes its grand debut
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
Contest 8 Lines 7 Words Enjambment
Sponsor: Rick Pairse
change, death, people, seasons,
In spring he complained
It was always way to wet
The sound of chirping birds
Would make him get upset
He thought summer is drier
But when summer came it was hot
It was a far far worse season
At least that's what he thought
Perhaps he'd prefer the autumn
Cooler air and shorter days
Still the problem with autumn
Is that autumn rarely stays
Soon winter was upon him
He could feel it within his bones
Buried deep beneath the ground
They covered his grave with stones
For him the seasons were a problem
He wasted away all his days
What was gifted was extraordinary
Yet it never met with any praise!
Written April 7th 2016
For Shadow's Seasons Contest.
At last we know
He was not always to be
He was not permanent
Not the everlasting punished
Not the everlasting punisher
Not some northern Prometheus
Caught stealing ice and snow
From a northern God’s Olympus
Today I see
See the slush-puddle formed
Where he stood
Where the snowman stood
‘Neath roiling blasted skies
Looking straight ahead
With cold blue-crystal eyes
Today I see
See the clear puddle formed
Faintly rippling in the wind
Reflecting sky’s ultimate
Her searing golden eye
death, life, nature, passion, peace, seasons, time, me,
The trail of the dying sun
told me of your tears
and the west wind
brought me your name
The river spoke
of all our fears
felt the same
The earth waits to receive your bones
and your spirit be cradled by sky
all we are is dust and thought
dust and thought until we die
faith, friendship, happiness, hope, life, loss, nature, peace, sad, sea, seasons, sympathy, thank you, time, uplifting
Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.
Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little
empty house, but when winter comes,
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.
autumn, color, funeral, imagery, nature, seasons, summer,
from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires
pinned to the chill air
a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red
the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless
a breeze worries the boughs
stokes the hanging flames into quivering
a slow burn resumes
accompanied by a susurrus of sighs
a dirge for a season
and the summer sky, now turned slate,
absence, death, lost, memory, seasons,
climbing stairways within my mind
I sit alone this silent night
and play a song upon the keys
in quiet melody to find relief
for many days have come and gone
and no ones here to share my song
for you have passed like seasons change
from sunlit beauty to wind and rain
where flowers no longer sway in tune
to weep in misery of bitter truth
Ring-a-ling, it's scintillating Spring
What a hummer -- sizzling Summer
Have a ball! It's foliage Fall
The absolute pits, sir
~ The DEAD of winter
nature, seasons, sympathy,
Attacked by lightening
faith, life, grief,
Time for all seasons is his plan,
roaming all of nature’s land.
Flowers bloom, their brightness fade,
Waters of life, we drink and wade.
Flowers spent, with grief we cry,
gazing upon the heavens high.
In seek of comfort, joy, and peace,
birds sing soothing, grief release.
Breath of breeze whispers love,
from the Holy one above.
Trees of shelter for mortal man,
until He holds us in his hand.
Love and peace for eternity!
For: Brian Strand's
Poem of Faith Contest
Won Honorable Mention
July 1, 2010
death, life, seasons,
Like a winter’s night
Death often arrives too soon.
And lasts far too long.
Ernesto P. Santiago
family, life, love, nature, seasons, social, sympathy, me,
The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow
Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again
Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me
adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
appreciation, autumn, beautiful, change, creation, seasons, tree,
Autumn Colors (Death So Bold)
Resting upon cold , hard ground
leaves depleted Autumn's gold
Solid vapors soon are found
in rested spirits of old
colors so bright, death so bold
English Quintain Rhyme Scheme a. b. a. b. b.
No specified measure
Note: Not required but given as reference only...
Syllables Per Line: 7 7 7 7 7
Total # Syllables: 35
Total # Lines: 5
blessing, eulogy, god, heaven, weather,
All sunny days gone
Lovely memories remain
sing a hymn.Amen.
april, beauty, change, death, seasons, snow, spring,
Those cloud clad trees
of early spring, too soon do
cover earth with snow.
confusion, death, history, natural disasters, nature, seasons,
Nature’s wrath supreme
Tearing down humanity
Human grace denied
death, life, seasons,
Spring said to Summer,
Why don't you come along,
The ice has fully melted,
Can't go back to being wrong.
The Sun got in the spirit,
Started putting on a thong,
The Moon decreed that certain birds,
Would sing a nightly song.
Thought I was getting warmer,
Thought I was getting strong,
Autumn turned upon a heartbeat,
Turned me into Winter long.
age, autumn, death, farewell, fire, high school, loss, nature, october, seasons, teen, weather, wind,
As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores and they understand. They commune
their relationship and part with their memories; and sigh.
They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the
air and a rustling of rakes and flames.
Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.
Colin James Platt
death, life, peace, seasons, senses, symbolism, time,
Time goes by so slowly
Life goes by so fast
We are just the sand
In a desert so vast
Time is the reaper
We are the corn
Time is so plentiful
when we are born
When we get old
Time is the same
But you and I cannot remain
When we are grieving
Time is the healer
When we are sleeping
Time has no meaning
When we are dying
Time does no crying