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Age Seasons Poems | Age Poems About Seasons

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Details | Rhyme |

Out of the Sun

             in the sun 
              to long
 The skin became the bark of a tree
 the soul turning to brittle scars
 for uncaring worlds to see.
             my face
            is a pile of 
           old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones 
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored  smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
              in the sun
               to long
the mind has smoothed over 
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me

Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday 
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place 
where watercolors swirled all day, 
the heart worms kept at bay.

I'll stay hidden within the weeds, 
till the jewels of memories soothe 
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
       ...stayed in the sun 
              to long

Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Memories on Branches

How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence sounding like taste, acting like epistle
to hold this moment in a silvery image, like moon, or  dove
low, low, a bowl formed while sunshine flickers above.

Chains of yellow petals hang over our deck, the leaves hands--
offer welcome resting branch, our sheltered home.
Seeds follow close, fragile like beans, hard case to feed the land
crawl before God, they say, be grateful as we weed and stir loam.
Together seeds and flowers and hands make a life a poem.

Awaiting the sumac, the flame at summer's ending is fruitless
we've passed the feathering, the pimping of red underneath bristle
the deer horn softness crawling out in oddest places in a mess
lining the sand pond, above the purpled iris, the pestle
of stone and sun, no rain to bring down sumac's fiery trestle.

Vulturous crows squawk and fight the ring-billed sea gulls
waiting, one in the bared hollow hands of the cottonwood
the other fat-bellied and waddling after rain finally dulls
we're under hoodies,  under shivers, our neighborhood
waits the pinking and mossing, will it unfurl new wood?

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

Seasons Passing

A silky moonlight the water walking
As lovers entwined their lives while talking.
Spring softly warm, blossoms upon the air,
Time's gentle memory when she was there.

Stars bright after sunlight reveled in youth
Or might we more have considered the truth
Of philosophy and kisses so bare
That perhaps we gave too much to the air.

To summer we could not forever cling,
Must autumn mean loss, must it perforce bring
A harsh threat of change, hint of winter stark,
As a cold, still gun may glint in the dark.

All energy we find within a thought
Of what Fate bought, of what we might have wrought.

Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |

It's Bittersweet

I have determined to age with grace
To show off each wrinkle on my face.
I now accept there is more of me
Much more than there was at twenty three.
There’s a sprinkling of the salt in my hair
That mixes well with the pepper there.
The spring of my life has given way
To vibrant colors that will turn grey.
I know that Summer must bow to Fall
And then Fall will answer Winter’s call
Every age has beauty I've been told
There’s bitter sweet pain in growing old.

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |

Debutant's Lament

Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
They say your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush now pretty baby…there's no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ll have your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town at your beck and call.

Summertime…Yes, the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when Summer’s done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you'll sit and wonder
How you came so far, but have no love at all.

Summertime....They said the livin’ was easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now, your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Imagism |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex

Copyright © Gokul Alex | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Sweet Seasons of Memory

As we grow in years, cherished memories, 
like the seasons of our youthful dreams,
return to us with gem-like brilliance and clarity.
Jeweled facets shining, rich and deep through our senses
they flow.

All too quickly, they depart on breathless wisps
of air, or fly from reach on soft-feathered wings,
as do the early morning birds seeking food among
green, dew-laden grasses.

Why does the purest, heart held remembrance,
being so clear and distinct, fade from view,
or wane, as does the last shimmering light of a day?
If the remembrance departs, will there be 
anything left for us to hold?
If the sweet seasons of our memory are lost, 
will we ever have been?

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

The Seasons Of Our Love

We met in Summer, though it felt like Spring.
It was a time for newly-born passions;
Never fearing what the future could bring,
But probably not ready for love’s seasons.
From passion we created a new life
To bind us then more closer together.
When we finally became man and wife, 
Maybe Summer would then last forever.
In our Autumn years, our sons have both grown.
It seems like the seasons all leave to fast.
I’m grateful for the years of love I’ve known,
And feel for you like I felt in Springs past.
There’s nothing to fear about growing old,
Except living alone in Winter’s cold.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Rakes and Flames

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.  

Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Triolet |

Fall's Beginning

Fall's Beginning  

- featuring Sara Kendrick
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown
Early zephyr cool and air wrung dry
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
A start to a wonderful day birds cry
Leaves in places now caramel brown
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown


We walk the green fern garden range
We sit and stare and tease our eyes
Emotions flow with my Easter dress so strange
Easter morn vocals came within range
We’re dancing, like leaves that rearrange
I twirl my gown to fly with the skies
Angel dust travels swiftly in the open range
Clouds fall vividly on my gown like crinolines disguise!

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Daffodil Dreams

Living rays of sunshine in fragrant blossom
Hide their countenance from the silver face of
The moon riding high outside her window

From twilight ‘til dawn, they in patience
‘Bide the night, keeping silent vigil o’er
The lone sleeper that lay before them

She lay dreaming of fresh air in the spring of her youth
Running through the bright summer gardens and
Dancing with the memory of autumn

Now, as the winter winds howl outside her window
She dreams of warm kisses and
A man with daffodils in his outstretched hand

Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Nature/Romantic

Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Ruby Leaves

Crimson leaves, like rubies,
glisten with dew
in morning sunlight

A sea of red, expanding daily,
buffers the steps of early risers…
sneakers quickly wet 
from daily daybreak runs
Stretching out the clocks
agendas to meet
no time for fun

A strolling elder couple
enjoying the richness of the scene
realizing quickly that the view
beckons more than lingered pause
and wonders in amazement
how one ignores it
without due cause 

Gifted jewels appreciated
by wiser eyes in evenings stage
harvest autumn sights 
with seasoned delightful awe…
and like a child, 
garnering anew
the glorious wonder of it all 

Crimson leaves, like rubies,
last only for a season
quickening joy in later years

©Debra Squyres 2013  

Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Crossing the Yellow Lines

Pavers of life worn down with ware
Solid blocks built upon, set with care
October years spent mending the cracks
that Septembers years most surely lacked

Crossing the yellow lines
with a quivering spine
as November draws nearer 
December years decline

Autumns harvest of memory troves
feels winters cold remembrance slow
Golden nostalgia, like falling leaves,
too briskly escapes in winters breeze

 © Debra Squyres

Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lento |

Old Tree

withering branches fall from the old tree
life has passed for the tree; children playing on its limbs
fire was started from its parts to warm up some stormy hearts
husband and wife stood under the tree renewing their vows
of twenty years before 
Grown children now stand in front of the tree since it has to come down
Parents passed away left this legacy to them.
Each child says to the other lets make furniture from the tree for future generations
Decision made inside the old tree smile with a sigh.

Copyright © Betty Redd | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |


I live in a small town in hilly country
In the Midwest. I am a physicist
And teach. I love it and enjoy my students.
I'm married to another scientist.

I grew up overseas and went to school there
In a small country cut off by the Wall.
I met my husband the first year in college,
And three years later the regime did fall

And finally the big world stood us open.
We lived in various places until we
Moved to the USA for good one winter
For a new job. The kids were five and three.

Two years ago my daughter moved to college.
That fall was hard. I took more work to fill
The hole. My son has only till next summer
With us at home until he leaves. I will

No longer be a homeschool mom. Be finished
With this one phase of life, and I must find
Something besides my work to feed my spirit
And fill my soul, for I am not defined

Just by my job. I’m pondering the question:
What will I do with this wild life of mine?
For now I’ll write a lot. I feel the answer
Is very close. I think I will be fine.

September 18, 2016
For contest: Your best honest poem
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes

Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Song of Summer's End

{An old, childhood piece, submitted as a curiosity}
(A shortened version of this piece was posted earlier on poetrysoup, titled
Summer Gifts.  This is the full version.)

Liquid oceans of moonlight,
cooling currents of wind:
these are gifts of summer
that will not come again.

Fragrant essence of roses,
radiant beads of dew:
summer's valued treasures
that belong to me and you.

When age deprives us all
of summer's glorious time,
when death's demand is made
and we know not summer's clime,
how sad -- depleted -- we ever 
then shall be!

Our eyes no more will bathe in light,
our cheeks will feel no wind --
no brightening note lost summer days
will ever, ever lend.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Summer Passage

            Summer Passage

Bones burnt white and crisp on deserts open hell of summer
Eyes turn painful red in sun’s fierce and punishing glare
But children only know the surf and blue rolling waves
Cool breezes, endless play, and warmth of friends
Sky and sand take over 
Become the blue and white of life
These things pass into tranquility in slow autumnal flow
On gentle orange and yellow spiraling leaves at leisure
Drifting, tumbling as in sleep, with no particular place to go
Autumn catches every fragrance of the harvest too
Lavender and pumpkin tell the truth
The moon grows large as we pick every plant
September, October and November forget the past
As they sleep beneath the green serene 
Of summer's grass

Created on 8/30/14 for Summer’s End Poetry contest


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka |

Old Age

Cherry Blossoms Bloom
Turns green in a few months 
Withers to orange
As the leaves fall to earth
As I too wither with it

Copyright © Ivan Paguntalan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Through the Ages

The ice age has long gone A history of pain and abandon The world is tired of all the strain The hatred has melted away The new age has been born Colors of love has adorned The skies of humanity Yet we still felt the enmity Of the past winter, so harsh It had been and all have starved For the age of fortune But realized it is an opportune That I must take To ensure it is in the make Spring rains may have drenched us But with them, quenched is our thirst For the Source of that love Has been found coming from above Like the sun that suddenly broke through A sky charged with so much gloom And we feel deeply the rebirth That comes with Spring's mirth And around the corner Approaches the age of Summer. By CarolineCecile

Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

The Seasons Of Change

The Seasons Of Change

How the years have passed me by so fast, it seems like yesterday.
The road through life has twists and turns got lost but found my way.
So many sunsets since that time so much that I have learned.
But for that love I found one spring for her my heart still yearns.

Soldiers still march off to war and old men feel their pain.
Why don’t people ever learn there’s nothing we can gain.
Beat the drums and sound the horns the brave will heed the call.
Then take their names and etch them in a big black marble wall.

The seasons passed me by so fast, oh where did they go.
Fashions never seem to last the new looks like the old.
One thing that has never changed and I hope it never will.
The love that blossoms in the spring between a boy and girl.

I dream of days when love and hope are all that mankind needs.
When poets write and artists paint on canvas lovely things.
When man will look to heaven high to see their reigning king.
And Love between a boy and girl blossoms in the spring.

Copyright © Paul Harris | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

AUTUMNAL HAZE Love, Seasons, Life, Wonder

    Rise slowly from eastward, O western setting sun! Blaze
                     Anew!  Get up, swell the human spirit says
                          Your constant companion moon of days,
            Lending wonder to cardinals, chickadees and ‘jays
                            Who constantly concertize and amaze
                           Passersby who are in awe of the glaze
                                          Of glory you send! The laze
                    Of summer creeps upon the landscape, pays
                                    A visit with the promise of ways
                                            To leisurely wind our maze
                            Through vines tightly wound and gaze
              Upon seashore, sand, and plum trees which raise
          Our thoughts to delightful eating pleasures; a craze
                Of oranges, cinnamons, and chocolates; sways
                      On breezes, lightly dancing across a phase
                            Of the setting sun; with piercing yeas
               I cheer, settling on her face, the autumnal haze
                                  Reflecting in counterpoint to raze
                                       Prior passages and issue nays!
                                          Recreate browns and grays
                                       Metamorphosizing to new clays!

Copyright © Lena Smith Carter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A Single Summer Night

The summer’s heat made me almost swoon. Here we were on the last day in June. Two weeks had passed since I wore my cap and gown. I spotted a woman who had just moved into town. For a boy at the young age of eighteen, everything comprised a usual summer scene. What attractiveness she possessed! I could not help but stare. I swear I saw her wink at me while she passed through the sultry air. I was all alone later that day when she walked up to me. She said, “Hello, I am new in town. My name is Audrey”. This woman was older than I, and must have held a mystical force. She was enough to make my ship begin sailing well off course. This lady told me she lived alone and went through a divorce. We walked over to her house, and then we went inside. Audrey took my hand and showed me she had nothing to hide. I was a boy when I saw the sunset with my eyes. The next morning, I was a man when I gazed at the sunrise. Many years have passed, and Audrey is but a memory. In a single night, this woman made me reach maturity. Robert Pettit for Frank Herrera's Coming of Age contest

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Through all seasons, hail or snow

Through all seasons, hail or snow
In a life full of rust and rainbow
Our soulful lamps dimly glow
Thy heart's loving rivers flow
Streaming upon my bosom slow
Together our boat we gently row
Unto knocks death, hard and low
Whereon I break from thou, my Romeo
And bid a cherished farewell bow
For ends my role in life's earnest show!

Copyright © sima mittal | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |



Dry crinkly winter
Wrinkled parchment skin
Telling a thousand tales


Chilled marrow of bones
Bright embers aglow
Winter crackles are such fun!

Copyright © Karam Misra | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |


Clock ticks silently,
Morning turning to night time,
Skin starts to sag.

Copyright © Kelvin Mc Laughlin | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

4 H Ache Of Age

Fall is friend of hold
the harvest
Winter friend of hope
So cling to heart
Spring friend of heart
Rehab and rehearse
Summer friend of hand
No scarcity
So forget the heart
where so the heart
to the hand
to hold the hope

Copyright © Sallam Yassin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

When My Winter Turned To Summer

When I was young so often I was cold,
internal winter, my body season.
Though recently that's changed, truth be told.
Reader, let me share with you the reason.

It started at the age of fifty two.
Found my body suddenly in summer.
For middle age it's really nothing new
that menopause can be such a bummer.

My visage gets that glow, fiery passion,
the red in me, like a fashion statement.
Summer comes so quick with my hot flashin'.
How I truly long for heat abatement.

I'm in summer now, I do declare it.
Till season does pass, I'll grin and bear it.


submitted for Funny How My Winter Turned To Summer contest sponsored by Brenda Chiri

Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

In Season

Youthful hair blows free,
Flows wild as the sea,
Soft as toes against the sand.
The days grow hazy;
The sun grows lazy;
Too soon, skin is fully tanned.

Too soon, school bells ring; 
Grown up kids they bring;
Buttoned neatly are their clothes.
Crunchy leaves will fall,
Ripened harvests call,
Seasons come and then they close.

Copyright © Nicole Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

Endless Summer Love

Walking with the love of my life in light drizzle, hand in hand to breathe the fresh damp evening air, and view the late sunset's glare as the end of summer preludes with crickets' hymn and night birds sing that razed the fire trees last majestic bloom Amid the howling cur, not a care in the world, we share one heart for that is all we have and need, so richly blessed we found True love Though seasons change, as they surely will, when leaves shall fade and fall to icy white, well keep the warmth in each other's hand. Till the last twinkling moment, we let go, to walk ahead, and wait until once more hold hands, to walk in love on that endless summer day that never fades away

Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017