The light is changing now
Rays of the sun have begun to whisper to the bronzing earth
I Listen and look inward bracing my heart for the turn
The Darkness is palpable watching shadows become tangible things in the coolness of evening
my longing lying over me like a shroud ,
as the day surrenders to the night
leaf-peeping pastime
longing, watching leaves falling
autumn’s amber change
The leaves change before
my eyes as Autumn arrives
quenching my longing
Welcome dear golden time, autumn
Singing the praises of autumn
Verses bursting with color- autumn
Immerse yourself in autumn
Gorgeous palette, time for creativity - autumn
Influenced by the light quality of autumn
A warm cappuccino is delicious in autumn
Flannel plaid pajamas keep you warm in autumn
Remember Vitamin D for your health this autumn
Embrace with ecstasy the glorious autumn
Wrapped in a thick wool blanket - aesthetic vibes on autumn
Many cherished memories - harmonious autumn
you live still
in the blurred polaroids of my mind—
your face dissolving into silver,
mine into someone i cannot quite find.
i loved you once
with the fervour of an unwritten psalm,
and though the wanting has gone quiet,
the love still lingers, warm.
perhaps i miss you;
perhaps i miss the girl who loved you—
the softer version of myself
that time, like winter, outgrew.
we both became strangers
to the people we once knew,
yet i keep your photographs
the way old libraries keep books
whose endings they already knew.
i do not wish to have you again,
nor become who i was before—
i only wish i could tell that girl
she was worth loving, even more.
so let the polaroids remain blurred;
some things are kinder without view—
for sometimes, loving what we lost
means learning to love
who we became too.
HEAVENLY KISSES XL1sonnet 41
HEAVENLY KISSES a sonnet
(a changing life)
At NIGHT, fog, frost, Torment&Worry
Next DAY, snow, lightning, Fire &Distress
From GRIEF, angst, sorrow, Disgrace,Ridicule
With JOY, ease, wins, Constant Day
The MOON, smoke, flame, Ox and Wagon
Love's LIGHT, floods,field, Knowledge is Sustenanced
Our OBJECTIVE human,travail, Faith and God
PURPOSED, prize,promise, &Thankfulness
What is GOOD,right,positive,do Mention
CULTIVATE,earth, floods, to AVOID
Sans COURAGE, praise, soul, be APART
With FEAR, lies, strife, soon Reigns
Everything changes:Everyone loves:We, all ,incline to hate;
We ,who meditate these Words,understand the human state
Can it be done by anyone,
I know we can travel forward in time,
We are living, proof that will not change over time,
Alive in a past time,
Alive in this points in time.
There is also no room to doubt in this time,
That we can physically touch, see, and occasionally smell
items in this time,
That existed in a past time.
While I never like to say never,
Not knowing the meaning of the word forever,
I predict time travel back to the past,
Would not be a blast,
Yet would create a paradox,
Obvious even to anyone with a brain equal
to that of an ox.
We do however have the ability in this time,
To view records of a past time,
And unearth secrets from further back in time,
But we cannot in this time effect change on even
a single blade of grass,
Not even its mass,
But we can use it to change the future,
And decide whether to nurture,
Or torture,
Something to think about in this time,
Before we run out of time.
It curdled.
The landscape.
Goop.
The notion the I might get that degree?
Whoosh.
Revving up to a wasteland.
And live in downed wires.
I really might have graduated.
If my organs didn’t curdle.
People look at me like I have eyes that care.
Or gratitude.
So I wailed at notions and old sticky notes.
And my soul that didn’t study enough.
Think about your entire life in four different stages,
Like the seasons animals endure out in the wild.
With the SPRING, comes learning how to turn the pages.
Curiosity is overwhelming as a child.
The SUMMER of life is full of fun and innocence for us all,
As we soak up the sun’s hot rays and frolic on the beach.
When we become an adult, we listen to our heart’s call
And we find that none of our desires are out of reach.
Throughout the AUTUMN of our life, we daydream a lot.
We live to work and work to live, knowing there’s more out there.
Find that one, special person out there and give it a shot.
What makes the journey worth the wait is knowing that they care.
When the WINTER of our life comes knocking at our door,
We will be ready and waiting with open arms and love.
With a partner, it’s just another season to explore,
While those who have gone on before us watch from up above.
I was afraid love
My spirit changing for you
You hear me howling?
Pink flamingo,
Wading in the shadows,
A splash of coral in the sun,
Shining in the water,
Blushing brightly.
CHANGING EXPRESSIONS
simple
sublimated
dilemmas
in
essence
reflective
introverted
emitted
&
misunderstood
heightened
passion
attract
contradictions
underline
mutal
helplessness
bewildered
tendencies
to
remain
reserved
&unfulfilled
feelings
of
belongingy
NATURE’S CHANGING OF THE GUARDS
Weary day grew tired…
Sun decided to retire…
Moon lit up the night…
I burnt your picture
and as my pain slowly eased
no regrets were felt
Time changes, and so do the ways,
Dispelling darkness, a new chariot blazes.
A new dawn shines with the light of hope,
Smiles on faces, hearts filled with faith to cope.
The smoke of corruption slowly fades away,
Society awakens on the path of truth each day.
With the melody of discipline, society is rebuilt,
A sense of responsibility makes hearts bloom and tilt.
Roads are formed, dreams begin to fly,
In the hands of youth, the future reaches the sky.
New thoughts emerge, new directions arise,
The nation advances with strength that never dies.
Respect for law and the people’s voice,
Become the loudest call for change and choice.
Farmers, workers, and the hopes of the new generation,
Together compose the language of development and transformation.
Can change ever come through words alone?
Work itself reveals one’s true identity known.
Now is the time to move ahead,
Now is the time to build a new age instead.
With the final smile of development’s fragrance bright,
A new song echoes on the road of progress and light.
In the changing times lives a promise anew,
For within this path rests the nation’s honor true.
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