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Details | Free verse | |

Autumn on my page


There is a wind ,  which sketched,
Without my knowledge,  the message;

Autumn had lying words,
On my page.

It was by way of red leaves,
The bird of passage,
Twirling in space,

I followed it of my glance
And its woven loops,
On the canvas of the sky.

I just transcribed,
What the wings,

Supported on the wind,
Said to me.

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(translated from french )
--

C'est un vent qui traçait,
A mon insu,         le message  ;

L'automne avait couché les mots,
Sur ma page.

C'étaient en guise de feuilles rousses,
L'oiseau de passage,
Virevoltant dans l'espace,

Je l'ai suivi de mon regard,
Et de ses boucles tissées,
Sur la toile du ciel .

J'ai seulement retranscrit,
Ce que les ailes,

Appuyées sur le vent,
M'avaient dit.

Copyright © rene Chabriere | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric | |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Triolet | |

Up in the Autumn Air

An orange leaf tinged yellow-gold am I - twirled happily up in the autumn air with comrade leaves. I dance beneath blue sky. An orange leaf tinged yellow-gold am I. Above - a sleek black white-tailed bird glides by! Below me, all the earth is bright and fair. An orange leaf tinged yellow-gold am I - twirled happily up in the autumn air.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Scenes As Nature Presents

Autumn Scenes As Nature Presents


The wild deer grazes meadows still in greens
And great red hawk soars in sunny blue skies
While the peacock struts and so proudly preens
Black crows resting, bellow out their cries.

Beavers are busy preparing for winter's wrath
And squirrels find and then store more nuts
Black bear silently walks its well trod path
Still yard-bound, the beautiful peacock struts.

Ravenous weasel scurries about seeking food
Secure in its defense the skunk moves about
Forest humming in this peaceful, serene mood
Valley below, farmers work bringing crops out.

In tallest pine on highest ridge eagle sees
All of man's activities so far down below
Now soaring in clouds above forested trees
Majestic high flying image puts on a show.

The wild deer grazes meadows still in greens
And great red hawk soars in sunny blue skies
While the peacock struts and so proudly preens
Black crows resting, bellow out their cries.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-18-2015
Note-  Not written for any contest. 
Written for the joy and pleasure in the writing and presentation only.
And because my relentlessly tough and stubborn Muse beat me into abandoning my new long poem on Hell's fires to bang this one on out. 

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic | |

The Ramped Heavens

Kashmir is the heaven as they say
And from years i have been watching deaths at the bay.
Some come with metals,some burn the petals
Here you are safer only if you stay dumb
My words are not enough to bring up the sun as,
I have been living like in hell
Rest in peace  -- and i believe one-day they ALL will FELL.--.
#loveall#
#hateNONE#
#FEAR1#

Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

This is me

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

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse | |

A Beautiful Fall Morning

Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn 
Awaiting the season’s final mow and a Winter sleep.
Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog,
That artists have great difficulty recreating. 
And the sprinklers are making music too….
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
As I filled those bird feeders, 
Only the patient cooing of white wing dove
Waiting in the surrounding trees
Could barely be heard above the sprinkler.
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
Feeders filled, I walked away.
The air erupted with bird song.
Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows,
Each announcing breakfast.  
All the locals seemed to understand.
The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in;
But only the jays’ sharp calls could be heard above the din.
What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song,
It is a ‘wall of sound’ to be envied by rockers.
Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God.
The sprinkler's barely heard....
ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch 

Squirrels wait out of sight.
One may bark now and then, but
They’ve learned that patience pays.
It’s not just time to feed those damn birds;
It’s time to feed the greedy squirrels too;
And chow time is well worth the wait:
Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet.  Dried fruit.
You can almost hear them as they gobble,
“Mmmmmm.  Man, this is the good stuff, Bro’. 
I mean the good stuff.  What a life.  
I’ll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel.”  
It’s as if they think they’ll never eat again;
Every morning.
As if we hadn’t been feeding them 
Every day of their lives…and their parents.
If we could tell them apart.
They would have names.

Well....everybody's happy.
All this and good coffee too.
What a beautiful Fall morning. 


Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Autumn's Arrival

Enjoy the golden harvest moon
That will escape the sky too soon
As autumn's colors fade away.
Listen to the breeze rustle through
The changing trees as bird songs
Echo through the twilight sky.
I am blissfully aware of how
Jasmine scents the evening air         
And joyfully I welcome fall.

Connie Marcum Wong
Contest Mixed Senses
September 17, 2015
Evening

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka | |

First Frost


Feathered friends flee frost
as first flurries flip and flop.
Floating, flying flock
of fair geese transform fading
fall days in fixed formation.

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/13/13
for Francine Roberts' Tanka Me Fall or Winter Contest    

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Migration


     through clouds burning gold
move masses of water fowl
     arrows pointing south

                              twilight reflections
                         of brilliant crimson on blue
                              shadows in dark skies

                    cooling breeze whispers
               as birds fly and summer skies
                    fall into Autumn


08/24/15

Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

One Autumn Day

As a shape shifter I change into a bird
and fly high above the sunlight forest.
The trees now losing their leaves show
me the patches in between what was once hidden.
Glimpses of lake and stream glittering and gleaming
and the multitude of dazzling Autumn colours,
give a sense of peace and memories of long gone Summer.

09/10/2014

contest: One Autumn Day sponsor PD

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballade | |

An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
money, 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
creativity,
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 
hop.

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
synchronously.
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
ignited.
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
meet.
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
dame.
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
dress, 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
leather.
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 5


In its final soar 
Finds the limb it learned to fly 
Lands, to fly no more 


Gene Bourne
06-08-14




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Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

quick

Sweep, old lady, sweep away
the tin
din
and dust
of the day
breath as the sun sighs and
settles into the
ground
consider the satellites as they
come back
around
gather the children on the
wide fields you have
found
Sleep, old lady, come Monday
and dream

Copyright © Michael Miers | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Wind

autumn wind
the whipoorwill
calls the evening

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Autumn's Breath

You whisper in my ear
midmorning bird songs
with that scent of mountain air
and foliage extracting its green emblem.
Switching to fields of neon;
your breath mimics the sunset sky
the feeling of kissing your newborns forehead,
so gentle and soft your entrance.
You ease your way into a majestic overlook
of pomegranate leaves,
and weak, crisp, dead skinned grass.

My delicate irises wince at
overpowering sun rays
but the heart of your existence
I open my eyes for.
I can’t miss this.
My body balanced
by your impeccable temperature,
my darling,
you look so beautiful tonight,
in my window frame,
your fire grows in the pale moonlight.

You whisper in my ear
midnight cricket hymns
so seducing in your presence
that I can’t get enough of this. 

Copyright © Katie Pukash | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             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.



                                               Jay

Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

THE CHANGING OF THE SEASONS

THE CHANGING OF THE SEASONS
When summer ends, autumn begins. The leaves fall from the trees. Such a beautiful sight and done so spiritually. Magical is the change of the seasons into the New Year. I saw a red bird today and enjoyed her chirping. Gathering food, she was on my window sill. Pillared to be quite successful, her tiny wings went a flight. The red beak is all that was seen as she entered the sky. Absolutely beautiful is when the leaves fall from the trees. Summer has ended with autumn’s inception. I can feel the breeze. ________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Birds Are Singing

                                                  Birds Are Singing

I lay here in bed not able to sleep with the birds outside my window singing their songs

The autumn night is still with a full moon  and  a cool breeze 

I lay here watching the shedding leaves on the tree shimmer from the moonlight reflection and the cool gentle breeze blowing like a whisper of puff  blown breath

The birds are singing, letting each other know that they are safe and enjoying the cool silence of the night air

I lay here in bed not able to sleep listening to the birds singing their love songs that will put me to sleep


by eve roper 10/7/2014

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet | |

Golden Eagle Reigns

Calling out with his loud shrill cry
While winging through an azure sky,
Low clouds back light intrepid flight.
Strong talons grasp prey in sharp sight
As feathers float on current's wave,
I view a raptor bold and brave.
Majestic in his swooping quest
He soon returns to guard his nest.
Fledgling beaks open eagerly
Accepting gifts voraciously.
Tree top dwelling, their sacred home
Where King avian victors roam.
The golden eagle, soaring high,
Flies triumphant through autumn's sky.

October 10, 2015

Golden Eagle Contest
By Shadow Hamilton
Flies, clouds, Tree, nest, Fledgling, Calling, swooping

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

THE DUCK BLIND

Every autumn in the Chaos Mountains
the wind blows through the tall grass
& the rain stalls, fitful in its sublimity.
It is not a season for speaking. Only for listening.
Out there, somewhere beyond the horizon
a silence that is not silence, calls,
& men enter the duck blind, and wait,
huddled with their cartridges & ambiguities,
disguised to themselves as hunters,
re-inventing themselves with rifle eyes
fixed on some vanishing point beyond the language
of rivers & trees, turned away from
the here & now - a tempting non-existence
accompanied by hope, which may be nothing more
than the promise of a big dinner with
lots of stuffing and gravy and no questions.

Copyright © Billy Marshall Stoneking | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad | |

Blue Butterfly


blue butterfly
dark night sky.

Crystal wings
dance of joy
Wings spread wide
make me beautiful

flying town
under bridge.
shimmery stars
gazing moon,


blue butterfly
dark night sky.

a dream
makes no sound.
can't be seen.
just flies.
flies to the moon

blue butterfly
dark night sky.

spectrum glimmering
dance on the wind
my heart flutters,
touching sky flying high

Copyright © Anita sharma | Year Posted 2015

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
Explosion
A playful
Rebellion
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)

Copyright © Graham Eakin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick | |

A fellow named Joe

There was once a fellow named Joe 
Who saved money for an expensive bow                                                
The bow was awesome
Used to kill an opossum                                 
Which won him a trophy in a show 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Crystalline | |

Its leaves,their griefs

Autumn oak sheds its leaves to live,
Birds that thrive in leaves begin to grieve.

Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014

Details | Etheree | |

OWL










owl
alert 
nocturnal
large eyes, staring
through dark twilight skies
alone, his hoots echo 
he flies across the moonscape
ready to swoop down on his prey
listening, searching, casting shadows
as fall branches scratch at my windowpane












Written on 9/20/2015
Etheree

Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Plant Another

In paper I write,
Paper I throw,
Millions of trees just cut down for that
Million use those just like I!
The millions you cut, cannot
Regrow into the same
But for all I can say
Is plant another for that!
Can grow in the same way,
It will grow and grow and grow big and
Give you more to write over in a flow
But in return just do one favor
Just plant another to help
Mother nature!
For she gives you all you want.

By Manthra

Copyright © manthra har | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

BITTER MOTHER NATURE

My mother use to tell me a story about living in the woods.
She said during autumn the leaves fell to the grounds and they burn very good.
Her siblings and she would go hunting in the month of October.
The family would store the deer and rabbit meat not to go to the store.
Nature was harsh when it was cold.

When the snow or the freezing rain comes, the birds do not soar in the sky.
The ether would freeze the fouls.
The upper arctic is rigid air.
The birds fly south.

Nature in the winter can bring struggle and strife.
The beauty of the outside can affect life.
Save your money and do not fly high.
You are gambling your stability of sound body and mind.
Bitter Mother Nature is not to be denied.

The beauty of nature and winter signals an end of a productive year.
Plants cessation is seen.
Farmers have harvest crop.
Animals migrate to warmer climates.
All know Mother Nature in her mood swings.
Therefore, pay attention to your surroundings.

Respect Mother Nature and she will respect you.
However, the weather is onset.
The quiet weather sneaks upon us.
Therefore, things can become quite turbulent defining a Bitter Mother Nature’s region.
___________________________________________________|
Penned on May 20, 2014 12:30 A.M. EST!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC | |

FELA KUTI

You got a part
I got my broken heart
Live and let them walk
Build a bridge and break that wall
Look up at the sky,, without any pillar it never fall
Wake up and stand tall
This world is not your garden not my farm
Let us be all one
Walk and talk
Live and love
As fela did
Like him lets [pass the truth by heart
Let’s stand fair and near
Fela is not just my fantasy or a new word just learned
It’s what I got to learn about standing for your right
For your belief
For your people
I wonder,, oh god how can the world let Fela go..!!
And I just loved listening that from FELLA …, BLACK AFRICAN PRESIDENT___PANSA PANSA…YOU WILL HEAR MORE ABOUT MY VISION...
KNOW MORE ABOUT MY PASSION
& PLEASE  JUST REMIND MY VOVAGE OF WORDS IS NOT JUST A FASHION
IT’S JUST A SPIRITUAL GAME
THE UNDERGROUND SPIRITUALITY,, as fella calls it COZ THOSE ON THE ROOF OR TOP OF IT NEVER EVER ACCEPTS our or your SPIRITUALITY
IT’S JUST YOU
JUST ME
WHO HAVE TO WALK FOR THIS,,
TALK OF THIS
MAKE THIS A VERB AND WORD AND USE IT LIKE A SWORD
Fela …oh fela
I just pray
And wish all from now
Will put something like you
Or I will get in some boots of you..
It will be all loving to live with strength, truth and die instead for justice and equality
And from a distant land where the bullets and ballads are the same
I ran from the lanes to a city like jungle
Where all I saw was even more heartbreaking
Here people die and they are walked over
Here they see ones cloth and color
I wonder about whatever they talk..
The democracy, the freedom to speech
It’s just an art to restrict the true get on wall
Let’s just get over hate and walk on our own fate
Being here and listening to …it makes me think and sing
..lalaaa..laaalaa..laaaa..laa..laaa.laaa.laaaa..hey you stop wasting your time
Live like fela…and say to them who talk of things so large and loud\be like fela..
Love like he loved life
From a street to valley let the message be all one,,,
Love for all
Hate for none
Respect whoever
#every day I walk in frost and I meet a few who give some new thought
And just become a good part
Some walk away
And some lie always deep here in our heart
#4myfriend frm Afrika
__-----?>>walter Idi @krbburningsoulz

Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID | Year Posted 2015