Best Transitions Poems

Proud daffodils have bowed their weary heads
And roses shed their petals one by one,
Green leaves transform to gold and fiery reds
The gilded reign of autumn has begun.

Farewell to fragrant bluebell woods of spring
And summer’s lush and verdant meadow grass,
In vain, tenacious leaves to branches cling:
The...

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Watching a snow flake
Melting on my hand I see
Transformation like
That of human souls freed from
The hindrance of mortal flesh
...

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I live in the transitions,
the time between then
and now,
the twilight and the dawn,
the rustling of leaves
as night begins,
the first breeze
of daybreak,
the moment of departure,
the time of arrival.
Once something has happened,
day has come, night is here,
you have come, you have gone,
fait accompli leaves me cold,
nothing to...

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Does the seed feeling its quickening life,
straining at its shell, dream of its next world?
Dying star, imploding and still so rife
with attractive energy, yet divulged
a brand new universe, didn't it?
Baby in the womb, cramped for space, feeling
first pangs of eviction, does it limit 
its thoughts...

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one flickering light
at the end of a dark hall…
hospice nurse running

Date: 19 Mar 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 3- March 2019 - Senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart...

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Seasons pass in life’s procession,
days and nights in swift progression,
granting pleasures with each clime
while future measures out the time…

Stamina I lately lack.
Will it like the tides come back,
or am I reaching earthly end?
What will lie beyond the bend?

All that waxes also wanes.
As old age brings...

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Autumn ultimately unveils it all, 
Basking in bold bohemian design, 
Pastoral poets’ inspiration shrine - 
Enlivens lavishly before the fall. 

Winter ultimatum trumps with chill swing - 
Impetus frozen by a frigid muse - 
Sublimating into slumbering blues, 
Melting away under the spell of Spring....

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I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step wrong and you're.
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle your grey...

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Remember great climatic transitions,
memories etched in regenerating systemic syntax,
DNA coded,
but also RNA's much older eco-equivalent health scripture
through God of Time's bilaterally balancing norms,
organic love incarnating
and sacred life outcarnating, 
full-polycultural
crown/root systemic health.

Each plant and sludge cell,
eco-therapeutic consumers and producers
of ecologically balancing air,
some seasons warm and more...

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Transitions continue….


I don’t know when it happened….or when I knew….
It was so subtle….I was just thinking about you one day….
And then couldn’t stop thinking about you all day….
I started itemizing life….things I like….things I love….

I love listening to your voice and all your stories….
I love...

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We have people we see occasionally
Then we meet them regularly
They become someone whom we speak with
Then moving on to sharing things we care about
Followed by spending our free time together
Delving into our inner thoughts,
our hopes and fears, our likes and dislikes
The thoughts that make us...

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That happiness can bring you just as much sadness
when it goes away
You always wish that happiness would stay
And when it doesn't, tears stream down your face
No hint, no goodbye, gone without a trace
I guess it's time to find a new dream to chase....

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What makes a physical place,
and a metaphysical space
sacred?
If anything does,
or could,
or would,
or even should?

Could divine Energy
do less than grow sacred gratitude
for wildlife
and our domesticating WinWin habitats?

NaturaLeft and SpiRightual
healthy physical ecosystems
supported
by-lateral temporal Wonder
swimming in limbic bilateral Awe
within metaphysical ego-subsystems
of Holy EcoMatriarchal WinWin SpiritWomb
praising and paranoid pouting...

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I used to be happy
But now I'm getting sadder.
I'm trying to be an optimist
But Sometimes I end up as a pessimist.

I used to be funny
But now I'm getting serious.
I try to take a joke
But they all get me provoked.

I used to like pop
But now I...

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Autumn ultimately receives it all - 
Painted in bald bohemian design, 
A poet’s sacred inspiration shrine -
Nevertheless not exempt from the fall. 

Winter ultimately trumps with cold swing - 
Triumphant yet frigid, monochrome muse, 
Sublimating into slumbering blues -
Nevertheless not immune to the spring. 

Spring...

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