Best Shedding Poems

I've heard your whispers
in quiet moments 
amongst the shedding trees of Autumn..

I walk alone our wooded path – listening
the air just as crisp as a bright-blushed Winesap 
but my tears not as sweet – glistening

the wispy whispers haunting
taunting in their gentle tug
and I wonder; how...

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Held unyielding in your narrow mind
is the ignorance which keeps you blind.
Building dams will only hold you back
from accepting that white is not black.
Like a slow moving, barricaded stream,
your thoughts clot like curdled cream.
Thin skin has need to slough rejection,
Your rigid stance in mirrored reflection.

Break...

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Jesus came to earth as a man
but still had His divinity on show
being complete as God and man
no one had seen His like, hey hello!

Jesus loved especially three special friends
Lazarus and his two sisters were so close
their brother was ill in need of help
sent for...

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“The Shedding of our Skin” 
 
I am writing about the transition from lost now found, 
Darkness to light, one being into another, death to life, 
Old skin to new skin. 
Its like the rejuvenation of skin 
The restoring of flesh over flesh of an open wound 
And that does not happen...

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Shedding Feathers
One by Two
By Two and Three

And Three keeps shedding 
because there is more,
Divine Feathers
which held and defined His soul.

He let them be White,
Paper White,
but proud as a Knight, 
fighting enemies and Holy battles
on a destrier with a saddle.

He let himself be unconquered,
His Soul intact.

Many...

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trees shed their last leaves 
a spray of mixed colors lay 
strewn across my path...

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When ignorance and mediocrity is on display,
fancy title and salaries become proof thereby.
The incompetence to deliver is the destruction,
implementation without visions is a foolish attraction.
What makes it very clear, when too many idiots pulling the plug,
the ship will sink, regardless the excuses by this pathetic...

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I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past,  and imagination.
We just...

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Ever since the times of enlightenment obfuscating harmonious balance
Romantic love has taken a back seat in the absurd theatre of minds

My light my mind my empathy bonds and my unconditional passion
have been shrouded in darkness have tainted romance and creation

Empiricism from the age of so...

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I cannot help but feel this pain
For a man that I once knew
Now as I see him once again
My words I find are few

Separated years ago
Through fateful circumstance
Life's been a hard row to hoe
But here's another chance

To tell this man I love him
As a single...

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Trees shed their leaves in the fall, like old skin.

All living things must shed and renew; leaves, fur, skin; nothing lasts forever.

In Spring, they’ll birth little green ones; then we’ll hear them sing in the breeze....

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I found this poem at last tucked in one of my journal entries...I guess it was supposed to be a song, but I can no longer remember the tune...ah well... it was written a few years ago and it kept repeating in my head. So...

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 sequestered in a   
      somber sepulchre 
where I relinquish 
              dead memories
and iced nightmares
       upon resting ivy,
twisted 
...

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baked salmon and breadsticks
tortilla soup and baby shrimp salad
your smile and your charm
sincere enjoyment and natural fun
funny conversation and hearty laughter
nobody else....just us two
comfortable in our skin....letting our true selves shine
tonight, we do not have to be 'on'
no spotlights....no curtains
just you, me, and no hint...

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SHEDDING THE PAST

A shredding machine would come in handy
Regret simply vanish via this modus-operandi

Some people are able to never look back
Most of us ponder how we went off track

These thoughts can haunt and cripple us
Preoccupied with past—joy becomes rust

God never requests we check rear-view mirrors
Lamenting...

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