Best Changing Poems
Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed
Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
Evening shadows tiptoe to what the sun has said
And now it's time to listen to what the moon will say
Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
We'll watch the sun dip gently, in the cooling twilight air
And now it's time to listen to what the moon will say
All the daytime weary creatures, have gone to nest and lair
We'll watch the sun dip gently in the cooling twilight air
Let's be witness to the fire that burns in evening's sky
All the daytime weary creatures, have gone to nest and lair
While twilight paints it's crimson colors on a canvas vast and wide
Let's be witness to the fire that burns in evening's sky
Time suspends as if one moment, in this fragile hush of time
While twilight paints it's crimson colors on a canvas vast and wide
And then we'll see the faintest trace of stars begin to climb
Time suspends as if one moment, in this fragile hush of time
So gently, watch the dark erase the last of fading light
And then we'll see the faintest trace of stars begin to climb
Enclosing us within the change, of shadows of the night
So gently, watch the dark erase the last of fading light
Evening shadows tiptoe to what the sun has said
Enclosing us within the change, of shadows of the night
Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed...
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6//26/13
autumn winds whisper
turning over a new leaf
requires letting go
From Empty Pages: The Poetry of Silence
Available on Amazon
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Amidst the changing scenery
as faces come and go
Names reflect the differences
of those we’ve come to know
Along a winding avenue
where store fronts sell their wares
Traffic lights of red and green
change too among the stares
Where sunshine breaks the foggy mist
and clear as any bell
A ringing forms about my ears,
a song I know so well
I look around and hope I see
this beauty I desire
A butterfly upon the wind
keeps soaring ever higher
And as I reach to grab a hold
those wings of pastel gleam
She flutters just beyond my reach
as if some kind of dream
I hang my head in misery,
another wasted day
The love that I was longing for
has somehow got away
Clouds now build in grey design
my smile has run aground
Happiness is not on sale
not anywhere I’ve found
While narrow sidewalks lead the way
quite keen to every crack
My focus finds a forward view
I just cannot look back
When there upon the front door steps
these tear filled eyes they spy
Waiting near the welcome mat
my precious butterfly
And suddenly the bluest skies
appear high up above
For in this changing scenery
I’ve found my one true love
It's not hard to see or tell this world of ours
Isn't the same as it used to be. Granted, it has
Never been perfect, but I've seen better days
I've become numb to a cavalcade of bad news
That saturate the television, social media
The radio, the newspapers.
I see our world changing with my own eyes
Every day, and not for the better. Sometimes I feel
As if I'm dreaming, but it's not a dream. It's reality
It's like I went to sleep one fine day, and woke up
To a world gone mad. A world, like crumbs
Falling off bread being sliced
What happened to the state of civility? What happened
To the nature of our social fabric? What is happening
To our country?
I'm so sick of Liar-In-Chief Donald Trump spewing
Hundreds of lies every day, further breaking
His unbreakable record of falsehoods. But why stop there?
Since his presidency, racism, xenophobia
Fear-mongering, corruption, foreign and domestic
Terrorism all surged exponentially
Under his watch, police brutality is at an all-time high
What is the world coming to when our "President"
Sides with foreign cold-blooded dictators
Over America's intelligence agencies?
What is wrong with that picture? This nation, this world
We're living in just isn't the same as it used to be
More and more African-Americans are ending up
Dead at the hands of trigger-happy police officers
More and more celebrities are falling from grace
Many emerging as sexual predators since
The inception of the "MeToo Movement"
Oh, and let's not forget about the Catholic priests!
The never-ending wars in Iraq and Afghanistan
Continue to claim the lives of American soldiers
Needlessly. When will our heroes finally come home?
What happened to the political climate?
It has grown so toxic. Washington politicians
Are failing to do the job the American people
Elected them to do.
The GOP has become the party of Trump
A so-called leader who stays up all night
Tweeting more nonsensical lies, who continually fan
The flames of division, continually assault
Freedom of the press, calling a legitimate investigation
Of Russia's meddling in America's election process
A "Hoax" and "Witch Hunt." But we all know better, don't we?
I wish I could go back to sleep and wake up
To the way the world used to be...
Poem Of The Day on 12/03/2018
"And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves..." - Virginia Woolf
When sun grows stingy in the sky
melancholy wilts happy flowers
summer’s long days will be fading away
when trees announce fall’s coming
in their brightest attire
Gold and Crimson waltz
in autumn’s cooling breezes.
Pumpkins wear strange grins!
Summer’s obituary
by this time has been planted.
when rivers and lakes
solidify into ice . . .
december skates in
September 16, 2020
for Brian Strand's
Completely Your Choice (22)Any Form AnyTheme Poetry Contest
The Changing night…
The Changing Night…
I am not the mountain; I am not the sea,
I am just a man that wanted you to see.
You are full of moonlight; you are full of sun;
I live in the darkness; let you be the one.
I am not above you; you are not below,
I'm in the darkness; with sunshine, I will glow.
I am filled with shadows, shadows full of night;
Me and all the roses, waiting for the light.
Hoping for the sunshine, hoping for the rain,
weary from this madness, sorrow, loss, and pain.
I am from this earth, but dreaming of the moon,
One day, I’ll wake up from a dream that ended soon.
How come you are silent? Silent is the night.
Nights end in the mornings; mornings are delight.
You are like the sunshine; you are like the rain.
Come and kiss me, darling; I shall live again.
My pain will be gone sooner than never.
Let us change the night soon, always together.
8/16/16 Haloo
Emotional depression had set in;
A world of calamity that grew dark.
The mystical light was stifling, nights stark,
Blessings of peace in a bottle of gin.
Dark wisp of wrath kindled a plea to flee.
Extinction of self as he walked with pride
Through vast ocean tides, I became a bride.
Lull dream, a perfect soul-mate weaved forth, free.
Neath the still lingering velvet twilight
Holding a portrait of the two of us.
My mournful mind wanders without a fuss.
Sweet scent of love, my memories I write.
Quiet and peaceful with poetic love,
Tearful grief embraces you from above.
10/22/2023
starling on water
in a reflection of moon
dreamy dawn maroon
otherworldly blooms
bestowed by summer just past
time's going too fast
dewdrops pink roses
scents as I come out the door
no gloom anymore
green trees and sunshine
a new neighbor on my street
mauve days no repeat
each season's colors
like redbird of Illinois
leaves memory joys
My weeping eyes behold the changing sky
O'erspread with clouds of grey where once was blue
With gaze upturned, I heave a burdened sigh
At all the world now changed to leaden hue
Yet still they onward, ever onward fly
And more appear to change the sky anew
And now, as troubled hearts their sorrows spill
These maudlin clouds the heavy rain distill
The sun obscured in shame, he hides his face
And lightning lights instead the cheerless gloom
While thunder follows swift in furious chase
As if to herald thoughts of coming doom
And still, the rain descends at hurried pace
As if the earth in water to entomb
It seems belike this storm would rage for aye
And all the earth would never chance to dry
But lo! The setting sun that once was veiled!
Draws nigh to show his grandeur forth below
He shines his beams abroad the clouds to gild
And sparks the drops as diamonds all aglow
Mid pools of sapphire blue the sky is filled
With vibrant coloured shades of heaven's bow
What eye could see and not revive its fire?
Nor mind behold and not its thoughts inspire?
Today's changing times tell me
I need to become more contemporary.
Yet these old bones of mine
Would rather remain with the familiar.
Using archaic words gives me a sense
Of connecting with the ancients in
Knowing that the sensibilities of past
Generations will not be forgotten as their
Refined speech fades into oblivion.
Each growing generation wants to separate
With what they define as old-fashioned.
Still, my exuberance is shared in relating
Some of these words to my granddaughter's
Eager ears as she absorbs and mirrors me.
I delight in her attempts to pronounce their syllabic
Content with her sweet three year old tongue.
As my fingers dance upon my Kindle's glass screen
I realise I am becoming a link between the scribes
Of ancient generations and contemporaries computer
Capabilities, enabling old dogs to learn new tricks.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Notice how the stars
are pulling away from us,
and their light is less luminous?
I remember seeing them closer
than the flickering lightning bugs;
now even they fly to another universe...
An ever-changing universe
is an admonition of events
coming to an awful conclusion,
and as it extends further into infinity,
our fears grow too real to dispel mystery;
nights without stars
is a sea without sails,
pity the lonely moon staring in confusion...
The eclipse of the effulgent moon,in mid-winter,
covered the solar surface with obscurity,
even momentarily,we felt its density
and leaned on the edge of despair;
when light returned, hope was restored
in an ever-changing universe so vast and cold...
Only astronomy sees the changes
to enforce this belief on us,
and elucidates them with exact details;
and if we are deprived of perception:
we must tap our intuition
and flee with an ever-changing universe,
before every star disappears from our skies...
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Her heart has just said that
It has found the one
That it wants to settle with.
So in anticipation of the day
She will have to hang about
In a life that she would
To a certain extent do without.
For the existence that she previously knew
And dipped her toes into
Would only make the birth
Of courtship she now desires
End up in a swell of sand.
She knows that it would take years
For her soul companion
To comprehend that her
Life in now fixed Just for him
And in the closing stages he may not
Agree with the amount of
Selflessness for such an individual,
Thus may even end up walking away
From such a surprising scene.
In her heart she also knows
That the life that she
Lives on this life altering hours
Will never make him even
Imagine of staying, for he has such morals
That just makes her seem to be a stray.
So to that new life that she is going
To set on herself today
She shall at slightest have
The smallest amount of chances
to be in his hands until the end of instant.
This now gives her everlasting hope
To live until that last day.
Cometh the end of each and every
December
January so to with it as well bringeth a
new year to start a fresh once all over
again
And though the time and date and
solar winds may change
The seasons somehow however never seemingly do
The sky is still just as blue as the sun
is red grass is green as is the night
tinged in black
Just as like when spring and summer
eventually return and dawn
Denote it's time to pack away our
winter warming clothes into the
back of our closets and cupboard
draws
That unless we truly feel within and
inside our head and heart's
A certain individual kind of love
and caring does reside that warms
us dearly
Then matter's not the time or season
place or age
Tomorrow they will be no more richer or
poorer
If nothing changes and everything remains
Autumn’s nakedness
becomes robed in virgin snow
footprints prove there’s life,
yet the secrets of springtime
in hibernation till birth.
Brian Strand Formal poetry contest
12/3/2022
So harsh and cold, the late October wind
Oak branches sway before the orange moon
Bright leaves that filled its branches now have thinned
Just one remains to dance in autumn's tune
But I stroll to the river filled with hope
A group of manatees takes shelter there
Their playful ways have always helped me cope
In winter when the trees have stripped to bare
Our love for living things will linger on
Throughout the winter, we'll seek signs of life
Though dormant plants may seem like they are gone
I choose to see the boons, not study strife
For birds and animals still entertain
When spring returns, we'll welcome blooms again
Written October 31, 2019