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autumn, birth, death, life, nature, tree,
Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.
Sponsor: Rick Parise
autumn, death, summer,
In primrose twilight, summer is still near.
She whispers in my ear; I hear her in
the one lone owl that hoots to only me.
I wake to find her shining through the clouds -
though breathing not so warmly on my cheek.
I glimpse her waning smile as in a field
I dance to soundless music in her sun.
My mind goes wandering, and in the breeze
I hear her sigh, for she is lingering
within the scent of asters that I pluck.
I’m hanging on to that one glint I see
of her before me in gold glitter dusk.
But in the cries of geese across the sky,
she calls goodbye, and sweet is her demise.
Dec. 2, 2016
for the Blank Verse Poetry Contest of Janice Canerdy
And so it was that Autumn would die
with a gust of wind she said goodbye
Of love mortal she sits subdued
sipping remnants of death imbued
With curtains drawn she lie in rest
in silent prose she relived each breath
of life abandoned of weary roads
where Winter's freeze would glisten alone
And so it was that Autumn had gone
in the lonely grips of winter
without a song
autumn, beauty, death, french, funeral, leaving,
Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day
So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away
Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door
Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.
death, lost love, love,
of autumns’ sweet refrain-
That break beneath
a weight too much
I tread in solitude
and mourning there-
Along a path
of maple trees
and scented air-
I recall the life
that we once shared-
the twilight hours
the beauty of it all-
that softly falls-
In loving memory of:
My Father - Harold George
Oct 27, 1927 - August 11, 2003
death, destiny, poetry,
When the magic is gone
and all the stars have fallen,
do I just sit and wait for my final calling?
Is there still something
to do, out there, for me?
If not before, then when comes destiny?
Ashes tossed, will I be known
as husband, father, son?
Can I leave this plane with things undone?
Fair poetry I weave
but words are falling leaves
and my soul detects an autumn breeze.
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
analogy, animal, autumn, bird, death, earth, emotions,
In its final soar
Finds the limb it learned to fly
Lands, to fly no more
august, autumn, death, september, summer,
it’s always august’s end
that bothers me the most
i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips
the trees are now painted
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end
the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall
the trees will soon stand
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
as i watched them
fall from life
amongst summer’s end
Gerard Keogh Jr.
death, loss, nature
Burnished bronze, tarnished teal,
flare warnings yield to winds of steel.
Their urge to jump, to flee and hide
cuts off the warmth for suicide.
They leap and land at such a cost,
far flung debris- refulgence lost.
They shrivel brown, dark fibers done,
decay beneath the wayward sun.
Their shredded shells in supine piles,
small hells ignite by human wiles.
Gray smoking wraiths slip out to sigh,
soar off to smear the flannel sky.
Green progeny will take their turn.
One chance to live is what they earn.
Francis J Grasso
death of a friend, lost love, sad,
Autumn leaves are falling,
there is sadness in my heart.
Red passions, golden memories
have gathered to depart.
The chilling winds of winter
blow across a barren field,
stripped of all its splendor,
of the beauty once revealed.
Flowers painted yellow,
blossoms pink and white,
just dust between the furrows
in the slowly dimming light.
Free to sail the heavens
no longer bound with slings.
Black bird into emptiness
I soar on broken wings.
anxiety, art, autumn, confusion, death, depression, introspection,
Walking in circles
Silence the ever present killer
On the cul du sac
Inspired by the Rat Pack
anxiety, autumn, beauty, child, death, mystery, night,
There's a girl in the graveyard that never seems to leave.
She hangs like dust in the autumn air.
She has beautiful flowers and tangles in her hair.
When it seems she's right there, she's nowhere.
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,
Connie Marcum Wong
autumn, beauty, death, joy, september,
is in the
air as summer's
greens retreat to keep,
until again she will
joyously repeat her shades
of verdant hues among the leaves
of elated trees that sing in Sun.
Yet every season bestows its joy
as autumn guilds the leaves in gold,
in rust and crimson too, in
majesty death beholds.
A harvest of the
seeds we have sown
we reap in
the sky weep
as the first leaf
of your end
the cold kiss
as i sip
absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,
My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
anger, autumn, grief, tree,
Withdrawn for publication.
adventure, angst, autumn, business, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, fear, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, hate, health, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, on work and working, pain, parody, people, relationship, retirement, sad, satire, school, social, stress, success, sympathy, time, work,
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
die in their golden days.
Awed, I watch terpsichoreans'
23 October 2015
Autumn Stroll Cinquain Form Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
autumn, death, farewell, hero, war,
rests in the still gnarled hand
bruised petals weep tears
weary eyes open
tiny cuts, the body bleeds
peace still years away
sun rise breaks the hill
heralds another battle
draw your sword and charge
Trisha Sugarek, 2011
From The World of Haiku
Danielle Wise Baxter
death, fear, funeral, autumn,
On the days the wind does blow
life gets caught up in how things should go
and winds gather up the harvest from the field to tow
to blow up harvest in good flight it may freely flow
but what of those who never know
and never feel the warm winds of autumn blow
and the scythes will never come home
and all hope of good harvest is then
autumn, baby, bereavement, fish,
fishing boat at dock
hearty laughter from the pub
splash! moon breaks in two
William Darnell Sr.
angel, autumn, bereavement, blessing, confusion, creation, dedication, depression, destiny, dream, family, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, grave, grief, growth, Lullaby,
Grandparent At Last
Aira'lee Nadean Jones,
Hope Faith Darnell
Adelina Gracie Darnell
Grandparents old of grandparents new,
the unique joy that you are bringing proper.
Fairy tale's told in the rosy past,
my first granddaughters are here at last.
Fishing trips and ice cream cones,
lullaby songs until we doze.
Stories told upon cozy laps,
sunny walks on shaded paths.
Butterfly kisses and big bear hugs,
truly grandparents is another word for love.
Revised Edition 12/27/2020 @ 7:09PM
absence, abuse, addiction, africa, age, allah, allegory, allusion, analogy, animal, anniversary, anti bullying, april, arabic, assonance, autumn, baby, beach, best friend, betrayal, bird, birthday, brother, daughter, death, faith, father, hope, life, loss, lost love, mother, nostalgia, religion, satire, sister, son, sympathy,
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.