Crisper Poems | Examples

Those We love

Those we love don't go away, 
they walk beside us everyday.
Their murmurs soft… a tree leaf whisper
defrosts my heart that did grow crisper

with grief that stained inside and out
when I embraced and lived with doubt
that voices lost to yesteryear
would still be here in atmosphere,

but breezy hands they brush my shoulder,
lilac plumes they shake their spirits bolder
as wind-tossed scents awakens my recall
of purple June bouquets that did enthrall.

Your polaroid faces in frames
can flare or tame my mourning flames.
Our days once filled with cheer and dare;
now souls fly free as sheer as air

or sit, to contemplate as still as moss.
They come to help alleviate my loss;
I see them in the blue above the cloud,
or golden sunshine warmth spilled over crowd;

I catch a glimpse in happy eyes
and sense they’re there in spirits' guise.
A moment here and then they’re gone,
beyond white angel-air-chiffon.

I’ve come to know and feel inside
that never-ending, they’ll reside
within my heart and everywhere.
To sense them near fulfills my prayer.

When comfort comes at cost

Time was money was when a mindful mate
That gave me time enough to feel its feel--
The touch of grain and texture of its state,
How one hesitates ere part with the bill--
Crisper the notes harder to part was it,
The time it takes to wean out the wallet
That gives enough time to be wise and discrete
To look into, to wait, deliberate
That slows me down enough to weigh its worth.
UPI now cuts that safety circuit
That technology calls it empty mirth,
Not watch out, weigh and well in time to quit. 
    Technology oft looks an empty boast,
    And I know well: comfort comes at a cost.
___________________
Sonnet |01.06.2025| change, money

Morning Coffee And Apple Fritters

Morning Coffee & Apple Fritters
Miracle Man
October 2, 2024

At mornings first light
wind existing as a whisper.
Soon future fall mornings
will become much crisper.

With coffee mug in hand
I enjoy placid patio time.
Breeze is barely sufficient
to vocalize our wind chime.

The leaves are now turning,
some prematurely falling.
From a high sky above 
I hear sounds of geese calling.

Seeking a less cold clime
to endure winters freeze.
Canadian Geese flying south
is “winters Returning” first keys.

September Falls

Summer's twilight arrives in September.
Each day the warm weather abates and surrenders.
Placidly, the days follow a pattern:
The hues of autumn emerge with foliage that will turn
Emphatically splendid
Much the way Mother Nature intended.
Blowing breezes grow sharper and crisper.
Everywhere is susurrous with leaves that whisper.
Radiant sun still pervades as the winds get brisker.

Fortunately, there's still good weather to be had.
As autumnity approaches, one is never really sad.
Leaves begin layering one on top of another.
Landscapes transform with spectacular color.
September is truly a month like no other.

september falls v1

September falls just into Autumn
Each week that passes makes it so
Perhaps for some, arriving so early
Tripping lightly into the crisper air
Exiting from that August warmth
More by necessity than any choice
Because each year needs to mature
Entering a time as leaves must fall
Recalling that memory of summer
For it becomes a month of changes
As green leaves turn red and gold
Laying as a carpet on a forest floor
Loosely swirling around in the wind
Sensing that their time is now over

The Whispers Of Autumn

As summer ebbs, the silent whispers start-
for, by late August, changes will begin.
The Autumn vibe is felt in every heart
as shorter days and cooler nights sneak in.

These whispers speak of brilliance in the trees,
as crisper air replaces humid haze;
the flowers fade, for orchards soon will seize
new glory that replaces Summer's phase.

Oh yes, these Autumn whispers gently flow
reshaping scenes that follow Summer's sway,
to loudly claim new views of burnished glow,
and offer life to us another way.

When Autumn whispers shout- “Welcome To Fall,”
we will accept old Summer's curtain call.

Kaleidoscope Wishes

There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages. - Mark Twain

reflected in the spring’s gentle whisper
mingling the music, soul sounding crisper
risking light’s voice, calling to her sister

hues so daring, friendly and delicious
collecting moments, clearly auspicious
amazing as He who is omniscious

medley of dreams, revealing yet serene
glowing on cerulean seas of green
smudged with hints of yellow and tangerine

laughing beneath autumn’s exciting skies
waiting on night’s moon and stars to arise
listening for the wind’s song as she cries

enchanted webs of peace and grace and light
tempting moods so the heart and soul unite

To See The World From Up High

Have you ever seen the earth from up above?  How the clouds cover everything like marshmallows soft and fluff. The tiny towns and cities all the ants run around in their little tunnels working hard.   Little things zooming around like specs flying around with the wind.  As you look closer to the landscape it's jagged cut off in the odds of place almost like a quilt sown together very clumsy as if it's done in a rush.  As you go further across the land you see bits of green with dots of black across the groves.  How the water reflects upon it's self-casting a shadow within itself. Just picture how the earth would smell as well maybe a crisper smell or would it all be together mixed?  To fly and see these things is a true beauty. Have you seen the earth from up above it's truly a sight to see.

Autumnal Nostalgia

October’s here with her crisper air
As nights draw closer, warmth to share. 
Colours turn to red and gold
That brighten days of frosty cold. 
The smells evoke past memories dear
Of autumns done, both love and fear. 
Reminding me of times gone by
With family who beyond us lie. 
Baking buns and blackberry picking
Warm in the kitchen, hear the timer ticking. 
Then rings out loud for all to hear
The goods are ready let’s give a cheer. 
My grandma by her hand so fair 
Made saffron buns for all to share,
Every week without a fail 
And we would lick the mixer pail. 
Sunday evenings always spark
Nostalgia from my past so dark
Of fireside suppers, a safe abode
While outside weather horsemen rode. 
Autumn brings warm to our souls
Comfy cosy, making us whole. 
It may be darker, evenings drawn
Yet the yearly circle cycles on. 
Autumn follows summers steps
To lay the path for winters depths.

Excuse Me

When I tried and cried and meant what I said
When I didnt cause a stir and was silently lead
When I swallowed my own hurt my own rage
When the issue wasnt over yet I still let you turn the page.
Did anyone stop to think what it made me feel
Does anyone even realize that im alive and breathing and real
When my feelings are crushed or im pushed aside
When your stories are uncovered and its apparent you lied
When I hear the whispers or rumors of whispers
Things that were said the message couldnt be crisper 
Am I suppose to keep acting like nothing happened 
I can hear the snickers the complaining I can hear them laughin
When my day isnt bright blue with white fluffy clouds
When being me isnt even allowed
When the things you need in life are stripped because you disagree
How the hell does that say you love me
Please help me understand help me believe
or please just let me be
I am so tired from trying to be someone other than me

November

November delivers Autumn's prize

to stay before its last goodbyes

with its fiery, vibrant blaze

it brings us crisper days

while scenery sprawls

its golden shawls

bringing glow

'fore snow

falls

Your Tint the Hint of Autumn

Oh goldenrod how bright your blaze
though blooming sunrays bittersweet —
your tint the hint of crisper days
when dusk arrives on hastened feet

amidst the green tall grass you gleam
oh goldenrod how bright your blaze!
gold dust the stuff of Nature’s dream
rich sprays of flame the monarchs praise

a beacon’s beam in humid haze
a rocket flare in atmosphere
oh goldenrod how bright your blaze —
a torch for summer love to bear

as solstice fades no longer spry
and sun-dried skies brown manes of maize
beneath the aging daystar’s sigh
oh goldenrod how bright your blaze!


Susan Ashley
August 17, 2022


~ First Place ~
Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

*N/A (X'd)
*Contest: Hint of Autumn
*Date judged: September 3, 2022


Rhymes verified: Rhymezone
Syllables verified: howmanysyllables; 8 per line


Photo: Gardenia.net

Chained To a Promise

You are promised to the world. 

Ever since you have been hurled-

Cast into a whisper.  

Resentment that makes you crisper. 

Sorry we did nothing more than observe.

And barely that, we gave you extra loneliness you didn’t deserve. 

You are promised ignorance from this world. 

And expectations that will leave you in sorrow.

Comer's Stand

Seems we walked away the morning
Hil and I hiking toward Comer's Stand
Stopping awhile to swing on a grapevine
Identifying the wooded birds singing
We ate our lunch in early afternoon-
A peanut butter and jelly concoction
With raisins from Grandma's cupboard
And stocks of celery purloined, I think,
From the crisper of Mama's Frigidaire
All tied together in a hobo's feed sack
High adventure the trek to Comer's stand.

Worth the fate awaiting our return
For no corn was hoed, no garden weeded
Even though Papa had said, "Today, my boy! "
There would be neither excuse nor reason
Why I should not feel the crack of the strop
But the pain did not erase the grand
Time we had …hiking to Comer's Stand.

November

November is late autumn's prize,
arriving with its last goodbyes,
to usher in cool, crisper days-
perhaps with flakes, or icy glaze-
as trees will shed their golden shawls
to soon don fluffy, snow-white falls.

With time to stay indoors, surmise-
a cozy fire, a book- while eyes
enjoy the autumn's vibrant blaze-
redone from summer's verdant phase-
create a patchwork quilt that sprawls,
neath whirling winds from mini squalls.

Month-end brings time to aggrandize
Thanksgiving Day! We energize
in sharing feasts, with love and praise-
as kin and friends enjoy the craze.
When days run out, next month installs
more holidays- then, New Year calls.


October 29, 2020

Contest: Lay November 
Sponsor: William Kekaula

Lay Form: 6-lines per stanza, 8 syllables per line,
rhyming scheme of aabbcc per stanza.
 
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