Best Bloomless Poems
There'll be no rain the forecast said
til January's wounded pride
erupts upon the bloomless beds
and weeps a pewter morning tide.
There'll be no rain for many weeks,
just plenitudes of overcast
that burn away as daylight peaks,
when noon's anemic sun is cast.
There'll be no rain, no wet respite
to irrigate depleted earth,
just flaxen grass in withered plight
that dampens all my yuletide mirth.
There'll be no rain this Christmas Day,
just arid hillsides' umber splay.
Hand in hand glued I walk with you
I am a waveless sea without you
I am a honeyless bee without you
I am a rootless tree without you
You are my fate a true soulmate
I am a feelingless kiss without you
I am a peaceless niche without you
I am a pondless fish without you
You are my love which you deserve
I am an aimless life without you
I am a ruthless knife without you
I am a pitiless strife without you
With you I hit dart bullseye every try
I am a wingless bird without you
I am a meaningless word without you
I am a shameless nerd without you
I admire your piose beauty so cutie
I am a handless clock without you
I am a prongless fork without you
I am a humourless joke without you
I enjoy each moment with you a brand new
I am a seedless fruit without you
I am a useless dilute without you
I am an endless dispute without you
With you I am complete a man concrete
I am a powerless king without you
I am a diamondless ring without you
I am a bloomless spring without you
Let us not apart any day that's I pray
I am a heartless body without you
I am a worthless roadie without you
I am a themeless melody without you
Love is still, love till date, forever innate
Again I would say, you are my fate a true soulmate...
"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
here and there: even the last flower is withered:
yet there is a beauty in decay. "
~ Constance La France
Dead leaves, they fall, fall
Dancing with the wind
Brown branches enthrall
Looking cool, bare-skinned
Flowers, they've withered
Dry and drooping down
Fall has slow slithered
Changing Nature's gown
Beauty can be seen
Ev'n in this decay
There's a silent sheen
To this bloomless gray
Decay is needed
To gain life anew
Death has preceded
Spring in Nature's view