Best Transitory Poems

“Look up,” she cried,
And the rains came swiftly,
Overwhelming her youth
With migrant purpose.

Summer’s demise,
So abrupt,
Interrupted her sound-scape,
Giving her pause.

“Look around,” she said,
And autumn bowed to her,
A colorful character
In shades of golden afternoons.

Sequestered among
Such vividness,
She found solace and comfort
Through the grace of experience.

“Look up,” she laughed,
And silver...

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Waking moments with the strong aroma of coffee percolating throughout the house, I arise.
Drifting through the morning mists, I find my way to the kitchen where the hearth-fire
embers, still warm from the night, glow orange in the pre-dawn emptiness. Where are you?
You, who have left...

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My tenant body constitutes a lease,
A rented fabric owed to landlord Time, 
From smoothened silk to wrinkled leather’s crease,
This shuttled thread is bound in deed to grime.
My mind he stakes a vested interest in,
Its vibrancy is forced perforce to fade,
The stain of Lethe’s dull oblivion
Shall...

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The inurbane world faces its fate
with malignant joy, unaware
of it being a scapegoat in the
capricious transitory thing called life.

Yet we perspicuously flatter ourselves
and gravitate to the greatness of life
till the body dissipates and soul alienates 
on the all- encompassing altar of death.

9/9/2016...

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just
under
the
skin
the you that echoes the actual
physical
scarring
that
shows
just at the very outset of your
supposedly
sane &
publicly
presentable
exterior, lies with you a problem
that
you
can't
quite
fix---and yes, you try to work it
out
with
others,
both
those others selves within &
those
individuals
on
the
slashed & scattered outskirts (like
cracked
little
pieces
of
linoleum) but nothing seems to
work
when
everyone
has
the blatant sinister audacity to ask
if
something's
wrong
but
to offer nothing in the...

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Childhood transits,
Youth transits,
Love transits,
Pain transits,
Corruptor transits,
Hunger transits,
Poverty transits,
Our names transit
Politic transits,
Wealth transits,
Beauty transits,
Certainty transits:

LIFE IS TRANSITORY!...

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All of its nonsense does end here.
World's. Its furthest blown point.
Murky but deathly stilled water's
Of tranquil acceptance.
Even so, which glory, gold leafed
By what hangs and spooks round
Spreads, for ghosts of disillusionment
Cursed sounds. In abundance!...

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Let us float in these moments...
Like clouds in the sky ;
Without worries or predicaments...
Without tears in the eye...!

Let us not think of tomorrow...
Nor brood on the bygone yesterday...
Transcending the shadows of sorrow...
Let us welcome the glee that comes our way....!

Let us pluck stars from the...

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disassembled
    and torn
scattered
    in the fetid
air
    beyond 
        repair
in
higher
     dreams
unheard
unspoken
a
   thousand
        whispers
in
the
night 
   ...

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Transitory Mirror

Dark pools look back
These eyes
Now slow mark their lines
Crows feet emotions
With sun kind smiles
Older now
As they stare

Their sparkle sheen
Hides the so many things
Times have come
Gone into an Iris of thought
The lookouts of my soul
Wonder at themselves
Behind me

Spent seconds of captured light
Ricochet in sadness and...

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The Transitory 

A feline has  
Moved into the shed 
Gave birth
Two six kittens 
I’m looking for a hammer
To hit a nail 
Into the wall and hang
Up a painting of Jesus with 
His eyes closed
Looking remarkable like 
Gaddafi when he was murdered
 The painting is...

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Clouds Are Transitory
by Rick Rucker

At times, to keep the blues away,
I remember that the sky's not gray,
It is blue, and bright, and clean,
A truly idyllic scene,

It is, like we say, “Nothing but blue skies from now on.”
Once the intervening clouds are gone,
The sky is blue,...

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"What is this strange place we find ourselves in
Trapped in the open, we find ourselves within"



Who can hear the forest still
Its light and mist fall calmly hushed
Bereft of leaves gripped in winter's will
Its naked soul lies burnt from autumns rust

Sundering haze as breath in cold
Melts...

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Gone in a moment, yet timeless ye be:
Flame in my candle, and soul that's in me....

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Humbleness
(Free Verse)

Humble is a man who prefers 
To take fresh air in his garden
Than waste his time in a pub,
To be dressed in simple clothing
Than in expensive high class dresses
That bursts a whole in his purse.
 
Humble is a man who wants to live
In a...

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