Best Withered Poems

Each day another velvet petal fell
Like somber tears from weeping eyes
A perfect flower was severed to quell
It lay withering as it drooped and died
Perfect flower, from bud to bloom
Sweet-scented rose, it was no wonder
That stifled in that sepulcher room
You were enshrined, awaiting plunder
Sadness lingers in...

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I open the book of time once more and again,
where pages are engraved in my mind;
the worn old pages-   all tattered and yellow,
oh, here is the house of my childhood;
and my memories come twirling . . .

The smell of old wood and the...

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Summer’s warmth breezed upon the verdant hills
Quivering golden twilight’s zesty marigold appeal
Scintillating rustling leaves in resplendent prairies
While eventide’s glaring aura emulated your zeal
When leisurely you strolled on tranquil sandy beach
As sun’s amber beams glimmered your footprints.

Delighted by your visit, thrilled in your company,
Reveling your mystique...

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Withered Are Memories Made On False Ground

Majesty of her charms , pale in light now
Love's glow has died, ashes only remain
She was sad , my heart took a fleeing bow
Her cries left only darkened bitter stain
No long goodbye words, we both knew not how
She was...

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When your ambition didn’t tally with mine, 
we had to learn to steer a common course. 
Our earlier dreams withered on the vine 

Our individual pasts were our source. 
In the interest of our joint future 
we had to learn to steer a common course....

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The Withered Rose

				The withered rose
				May be tattered and torn
				Scorned by past trauma

				Still, she is beautiful…
                              ...

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The carcass of beauty spent and done
picked clean by scavengers of time;
whose sated memories of summer
ask for no quarter and offer none.

Winter winds tango with scattered leaves
in tune with a different drummer;
spinning fragments of color and light
into chromatic threads, Autumn weaves.

A scarecrow showing signs of...

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Each day another velvet petal fell
Like somber tears from weeping eyes
A perfect flower was severed to quell
It lay withering as it drooped and died
Perfect flower, from bud to bloom
Sweet-scented rose, it was no wonder
That stifled in that sepulcher room
You were enshrined, awaiting plunder
Sadness lingers in...

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...the village shivers   a hive of restless souls
skin pricklin' with anticipation
as costumed runners fixin' to gather — hearts a-thrummin'
                like trapped hummin' birds

the gun cracks — a thunderbolt
...

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Oh-
feet of mine
that walk the meadows vast and green
where azure skies and clouds unfold
and a stream comes babbling on a long climb
and wind like violins whisper cold
as leaves twirl red, orange and gold
and in the swaying trees birds sing sublime
melodies serene
Oh-
this withered threshold
where time is...

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On
the verge
of heaven-
'ere the petals
bloom


Tribute to Michael Bruce and William Soutar

See my blog today for background...

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****** WITHERED BUT WISER ******

              Older becomes withered, but hopefully wiser...
           Thinning skin becomes invisibly thicker, tougher...
     ...

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I left you out in the winter
watched you shiver from the cold
beauty silently fading
soon you turned the withered rose

Tears freezing as they flowed
for my love you pleaded
a face of pain and desperation
your cries I left unheeded

Now my conscience is never ending
how could i have been...

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I laid my dreams upon a stone,
To see how far they could be thrown.
Upon the wind, the stone, I cast;
And after many years had past.
I found the stone, but alas,
My dreams had fallen on withered grass.
I gave the grass what I thought it needed.
To God...

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Withered hands that have lived a thousands lives over,
hold me above the sinister ways that life has tricked me.
A grandfather with the weight of the world on his shoulders,
selfless skin tearing itself off again and again, in my time of need.
A grandmother brimmed with hope...

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