Best Withering Poems
The truth was concealed with many branches. Countless
are the days I happily lingered in the comfort of your shade
before passionate winds revealed each of your limbs as too
weak to support natural, core growth. Your delusive roots
cannot grab substantial hold in earth while fertilized by
pretense’s charade. Only hollow echoes resound within your
skin of splintered bark and your shadows of nothingness grow
ever longer.
Under a warming sun, I joyously gave my heart in open palm
to you. At the time, I ignorantly embraced your breadth and
sum, for your apparent beauty preceded your tells of long
developed and craftily hidden inner rot, sure to disease all love
given in deep, steady, heartbreaking spurts. I can no longer
tarry beneath your deceptive branches and chose to depart with
no thought of ever returning, but I leave behind my tender pity to
witness your inevitable withering.
Categories:
withering, betrayal, corruption, farewell, relationship,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
withering leaf
cascades on its thin ribs...
draped by pearled mist
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~modern haiku~
SKAT's Picture Perfect Haiku #2
6/23/2015
Categories:
withering, image, nature, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
We are delicate flowers withering away,
blown far over the tree-tops,
to fall apart like falling stars...
and land in unfrequented places,
where no human ever lives;
only falling rain can give us that new life!
Planets and stars were made
for Humankind alone...to endure forever,
and our Earth is the jewel of this Universe;
timeless from the day of creation, with rare
colors so vivid and admirable, it was endowed
with majestic oceans and misty mountains:
and we feel the need to exalt its Creator!
At night, we stare at it with astonishing silence,
wishing to be immortal...to gaze into it evermore!
We are delicate flowers withering away,
lamenting an unfair fate without any delight in tomorrow;
hoping to outlive every season...seasons
that quickly come and go
with an inexplicable haste!
These lives are delicate flowers
that offer youth a brief beauty,
then they lose their freshness...to become non-existent!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
withering, introspection
Form:
Lyric
dewdrops---
the withering rose sheds
another petal
Categories:
withering, nature,
Form:
Haiku
you watch me WITHER
you watch ME wither
you WATCH me wither
YOU will watch me wither
YOU WATCH ME WITHER...
when YOU can WATER me with
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Categories:
withering, death,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
This day is dying fast,
I'm afraid this would be the last.
Seeing her slowly fading away,
In her case she beautifully lay.
Tears hiding beneath the rain,
Fast pulses in my vein.
Frozen from this deep sorrow,
I wish that I'd skip to tomorrow.
Utter silence follows after grief,
My heart now is as fragile as a leaf.
She took my heart with her where she lay
And in sorrow I see her for the last time Today.
No type of bliss can carry me
From this torment that Death's given me with glee.
Once my lively beautiful flower,
Now withering in her final hour.
Categories:
withering, absence, death, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Delicacy resides in the nectar of a withering white rose,
she holds the beauty of an angel in-the-midst of madness-
Although her purity brings majestic sanctity to the world,
to me she brings a sense of uncertain joy and sadness.
I held a bouquet of white roses the day we both wed,
outlined with lace and green leaves all around-
It was the most beautiful day my life will ever see,
for finally the love of my life had been found.
He gave me three white roses the day Lexie was born,
one rose for each of us, now a complete loving family-
I have all three dried up in a scrapbook I made,
so that one day our love for her, Lexie would clearly see.
I laid two white roses on his tomb that chilly March day,
one for his love for me and one for my eternal love for him-
I ended up keeping the one on the left to keep near my heart,
so I can hold onto it when I lay and weep in days of dim.
That white rose has withered into a dusty grey memoir,
a forever symbol that true love is born when two fall in love-
It lays gently on his ol’ nightstand I still haven’t moved,
for it is a connection to his sacred wings fluttering up above.
Fictional Write
November 3, 2016
Categories:
withering, death, rose,
Form:
Quatrain
Like Lucifer your leaves fall.
Your petals fade.
Your roots fail
to ponder
The path of the deep.
That season is upon you
That devours the children of the earth.
There is a song
You hear when you paddle
The canoe alone at night
O traveller on the Nile!
It’s a sad song of a withering flower
You will hear waves mourn.
Even the nightingale
Joins in the woeful song.
Night has come upon beauty
And all that can be gathered
Of her story
Are dried leaves.
Glory vanishing like silhouettes.
Dropping dried leaves
Dancing the dance of falling stars
On a cold night.
The termites devour every trace
Of the flower's glory.
Like alchemists sucking
Elixir from its fibres.
The sky cries over her
With dewdrops on the spot she once stood.
Nothing is remembered
But the poet's verse
That preserved her beauty.
She is dead on the soil
But lives on
On a ridge
Of the poet's dog-eared book.
Categories:
withering, beauty, inspirational, life, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Withering hearts on an emotional departure
We believe, you cannot guess
What we are about to say now.
It really does seem like yesterday
You were snuggled up in blanket in the bed
Listening a story about ‘wedding of ‘Hima Kumari’
And we still see you there listening interestingly
the saga
The memory of childhood will be as clear
in your mind as it is today
Parents never truly lose their children to adulthood
Because of their memories retain
those wonderful times for them
We will never, forget the day you were born.
That wonderful morning
Our house was filled with love and joy,
We had much bigger plans for your life
.
You are the greatest miracle
that we have ever been a part of,
And we want you to know how incredibly proud us
to have been chosen to be your dad and mum
You changed us, honey!
Oh! Our dearest daughter,
Your wedding day will befall soon
How the time flew just as a feather;
from little gown decorated a teddy bear,
to a wedding sari worn in customary facet
you cannot know
how much frangible our hearts
When we feel that you will forsake us
Little princes that grow to become a woman
to loving parent; she is always their pretty little daughter,
even after she make them grandparent
The marriage will make you independent
from your parent
There is your partner to partake joy and sorrow
In the journey of new life
Even though, don’t forget, us
Whenever you need, we’ll be there
If your heart is broken,
Or if you are consumed with worry
Please come to us and share your burden
If, no hands on the handlebars,
Or deranged awful convulsions
You can come to us
and we know
You have much of your own to look forward
Remember, we cannot shield you from life’s ups and downs;
But we have prepared you for the rollercoaster ride ahead.
Jayaratne . Weerakkody
Categories:
withering, miss you,
Form:
Free verse
Farewell to the withering of Autumn days
its bare branched trees and fields of maize
to the ripened acorns, hoarded by squirrels
and chimneys belchng black smoke curls
Goodbye to Fall's colors and pumpkin spice
Soon to succumb to Winter's sleet and ice
In silence, snow covers the ground, completely
I fold away memories of Autumn, discreetly
I find solace that fallen leaves are concealed
under blankets covering meadows and fields
In layers of woolens and my fingers in mittens
I desire to roam outdoors, like curious kittens
Categories:
withering, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
Withers away before the eyes of some with every word written,
Thoughts on killing oneself because only one was left smitten,
Jingles on blood on wrists, cutting and denying any type of blame,
Causing so many others grief and burying all the outward shame.
A husband and children left with not any choice of really what to do,
He calls the doctor and begs and pleads for help and a rescue,
For the sake of his kids he thinks of the threats with that knife,
He needs to think of his family now without any more violent strife.
They cart her off and place her in the place she should really be,
Where they can monitor all her medications and voices finally,
Sighs of relief are heard from those who dealt with this along,
Now they can have proper freedom and sing a brand new song.
Categories:
withering, health
Form:
Quatrain
Don't want to be reductionist
obeying only secularized rules
Would prefer to grow more
sacred inductionist
rediscovering golden win/win tools
For imagining
and re-membering
why win/win ancient relationships,
like space and time,
humane and divine
here and there
circle and square
pole and hole
purpose and goal
Feel more sacred
than win/lose dueling competitions
seem routinely dissonant
Despite StraightWhite Paternalistically Capitalist
secular indoctrination
disrespecting ecofeminist experiences
of resonantly resilient
compassionate relationship
elationships
Guiding sacred inductive curiosity
to restore eternal health and safety
sacred communions
within each reiterative communication
string through holonic communities
of resonantly cooperative freedoms
uniting wealth resilient experience
Lavishly conserving
future regenerators' trauma-healing
romantic re-memories
sacredly dramatic
peak and peaceful co-elationships
Replacing immigration threats
by Other cold colonizers
Restoring shared emigrant memories
warmer strengths
with cooperative
co-invested
mutually infested
creolizers.
Categories:
withering, community, health, humor, integrity,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
I was walking in the field that time
The maize leaves blinding my eyes,
Star thorns pricking my feet,
I could hardly find what we were looking for;
We kept on following our leader:
He is the one who had sown everything,
Within minutes he had picked five huge pumpkins,
I had none at all.
I felt my effort was being thwarted
My will started to dwindle;
I started following behind him,
My eyes settled on a small pumpkin
His leg already half astride passing it by
I chose to show him how my eyes had opened.
He said its mother had died:
That's why it hadn't fully grown;
Why it wasn't worth packing
For the special people in Harare:
We just left there holding on
To its withering mother.
It had not grown half for us to see
What kind of pumpkin it would make:
They are all green
When they are not fully grown,
But they change shape,
Patterns of shade and what have you.
Each time I think of the small pumpkin,
I wish its mother had survived,
While I could not explain the death
With the rains having been so plush that season:
It had fallen hard and soft and all.
Categories:
withering, death,
Form:
Ballad
Flowers wither and loose their
hue
As I wander in vain I realize I
have nothing
The gray clouds above me
release a heavy downpour on
my soul
Drowning me in my sadness
Could this be so
That I shall never be free from
my agonizing pain
It shall haunt me forever
This everlasting sorrow
As I stare into the Mirror
It reflects my true soul which is
already dead
And longs to be forgotten
Just like the dying flowers
Categories:
withering, loss
Form:
ABC
Canto I: The Wicked
______
Wither and tremble awash at sea oh woe
Woe is he, terror from sights even blessed would flee
Serenades of night washed over him into the wrong
Dark tides so high and undertow pulls so strong
Wither
Wicked winds have sailed across miles of endless plains
Plain to see, evil sinews and dew drops of pain
Inward he looks as the tattered sails curtain calls
The life of a tired man, broken as he flails
Wicked
Cursed as sapphire seraphs twinkle above his eyes, singing the praise
Of others lies and curse the moon to spite the days
The sun won't rise over the horizon in this void place
His soul set a son loose to save his faltered grace
Cursed
My heart bleeds for this celestial stranger, so damned
He is, he roams to hell for heaven's sake'n lamb
The fades of glory shot to hell long before he sailed
His ship over capricious waters... Folly.. he wailed
Bleeds
Dark and daggers in his back, the volley of attack so
Righteously planned, furious anger rage in pit of soul
Row your damned boat man, get out and push
Spit down from a friend so high who has a flush
Dark
Canto II: The Game
_______________
Life has its ways, terra-firma holds its gaze
Keeping us down in earthly ways
Hold us soft in tender melancholy
Cut us deep in winter day follies
His ship hit land and he fell in
Sand dragged him down again
Bags tied to his corporeal feet
To ensure his heavenly defeat
He played their game and he lost
The sand smothers lung and frosts
Over and over a withering soul
Sold it again for hope to climb pole
This was it, this was the last denial
As the gasp was let out to defile
His enemies and poisonous snakes
Hold still, the bite is at stake
The venom entered his veins and he writhed...
Canto III: Retribution
_________________
Withered soul sing loud
Retribution is coming
Rebirth is freedom
Afterlife glows bright
Coming out of dried sands
Water and soul then
He burst free singing
Tread softly over deserts grain
Knife at the ready
Canto IV: The Kill
_____________
Free
To stab
Their open backs
Desire to twist
The blade cuts deep and blood runs out quickly
Sap of the God's he breathes deeply sickly
Desired more cuts
Wounds in them
Bleeding
Out
Categories:
withering,
Form:
Epic