Spring, always
just a few weeks away.
Dark branches begin to bud wet
I knew you couldn't stay.
How I remember our first Fall,
and the long Winter most of all.
I must make amends and start again,
isn't it funny how love resets.
Wi' misty hands of time
we're bound to forget,
our fading summer.
cicadas grow old
their voices fading softly
autumn approaches
In the cheer chat, where joy should unite,
A ten-year-old girl causes drama day and night
She calls me a brat, a jerk, selfish and ugly too,
But she's the one acting out, it's true.
She says she wants to push me off a cliff,
Her words so harsh, they make my spirit stiff.
As I debate my life's worth, feeling so low,
She tells me to end it, her cruelty on show.
I cry for hours, feeling so torn,
But then my bestie, she keeps me warm.
She tells me to stay, to stand strong and tall,
With her love and support, I won't fall.
I'll rise above her hurtful game,
And find my strength, reclaim my name.
For with true friends by my side,
I'll face the storm and turn the tide.
Memories are like the delicate smoke in air,
Some are fresh and vivid, while some are fading slowly,
The intoxicating fragrance that is still alive,
While writing these twelve minutes have died,
Just yesterday white bloom was glowing under the twilight,
But now only one petal has been left behind,
Inhaling the smoke as they once were my sweetest memories,
But now the smoke has become toxic,
It has started to sting my eyes,
Making them red under the quilt at night.
Written: August 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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We built a divine jewel, a flame in the mist,
But not every fire is destined to persist.
No vows etched in stone, no oaths to renew—
Just the gentle whisper of a love we outgrew.
So speak my name softly, then let it fade—
Not every farewell needs a curtain shade.
Counting three , two, one, and closing those eye's
My last breath is shaky and smile is wrinkled,
The dried rose in my book has crumbled,
What a peaceful day to sleep, I still wonder,
The light infront of me is fading as the darkness wants to hug me tight,
It's arm's are on my shoulder giving me a soft smile,
The seven minutes of memories, the laughter's, the tear's, and whisper's are echoing in my mind, whether heaven or hell I must sleep tight,
The death hands over me a clock , ticking, three , two, and one.
Let's meet again in a new universe.
My beauty isn’t what it appears to be.
Look into my eyes and see—
There’s love, mystery, and more.
“What’s mine” and “what’s ours” are different.
I prefer coffee; you prefer tea.
The heart knows what it wants,
It seeks connection, not heart surgery.
Love, trust, surrender, and peace come in that order.
Love can be confusing and can take away.
Look into my eyes, like a stormy sea revealing
Secrets beneath the waves,
Love, will surrender, and peace will follow
FADING LIGHT OF HISTORY*
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Mysterious monuments,
magnificent monoliths,
ancient ruins
capture our imagination.
Wandering through them,
we become seekers,
finding mystery and beauty
in the decay.
The air surrounding them
thick with the scent of history.
forces us to tread lightly,
our hearts attuned to whispers of the past.
We wander purposively,
sifting through the grains of time
listening to the ruins speak
of the fading light of history.
*Note:Poem written for and submitted to Creative Ramblings weekly prompt in response to the picture below.
“The Monumental Arch, also called the Arch of Triumph or the Arch of Septimius Severus, was an ornamental archway in Palmyra, Syria. It was built in the 3rd century during the reign of Emperor Septimius Severus. Its ruins later became one of the main attractions of Palmyra until it was officially destroyed by ISIS in 2015. Most of its stonework survived, and there are plans to rebuild it.”(Cendrine Marrouat)
A dream, like a fading horizon,
Where the sky and earth collide
One touches hope,
The other, doubt.
I stand between the two,
Feet planted in a fractured world,
Where trust is a shadow
And faith is a whisper.
My ceiling is low,
A blanket of fog,
Yet I’m told to reach
For stars that feel too far.
In the silence, I hear
A voice, distant yet near,
Reminding me
Even the darkest clouds
Can part,
And the sun can find its way.
But for now,
I’m made to learn in the dark,
Grasping for the light
I can’t see.
I dye my hair to stand out from the crowd
To not fade In the background
My skin littered with ink so eyes don’t stray away something to draw your attention
Something that will burn onto your memory
But instead I feel like my hair is grey and brown to camouflage to the full world around me
My skin is drawn with invisible ink scratch that I am dowsed in it
No matter what I’ll wear
No matter how bright my hair is
It doesn’t matter how loud or how quite I am
I vanish within the background
Fading away as the days
dwindle down to a dismal few
I'm still grinning
what more can I do
my head's spinning
eyes dimming hair thinning
but if the devil's in the details
he drives a hard bargain
and if heaven's like a five-star hotel
with 'Welcome' on the mat
remember when beginning
your final innings
there'll be no winning
when you're up at bat
I watched a leaf release its breath,
A golden sigh upon the air.
It tumbled softly into death,
A quiet dance without despair.
The wind, a gentle funeral song,
Caressed it with a lover’s grace.
It drifted, weightless, swept along,
No bitterness upon its face.
I thought of all I’ve had to leave,
The hands, the homes, the hollow years.
I thought of how we choose to grieve,
Of all we bury in our tears.
I saw myself in autumn’s fall,
A fragile thing, a fleeting name.
Each chapter closed, each silent call,
A softer ending than I claim.
I let the stillness speak to me,
I let the branches bend and sigh.
I let the leaf teach how to be—
To let things go without goodbye.
The leaves fall not from spite or fear,
But from a life that must renew.
Their fading paints the earth sincere,
A quiet blaze in every hue.
I whispered thanks to every breeze,
To every stem that dared release.
I whispered as the shadows seized,
And felt within a tender peace.
The leaf, the loss, the letting go—
All part of something vast and kind.
A truth the autumn leaves still know:
We lose, we fall, we rise, we find.
Silent, heavy,
Weighing, breaking, fading,
A shadow lost within—
A quiet goodbye.
Fading gentle touch,
Echoes drift like autumn leaves—
Sweetness slips away.
glistening shadows
fading gently into light ~
breaking through egos
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