Faulkner Poems | Examples

Finding a New Love

"The saddest thing about love is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten." – William Faulkner

You cannot be my love, for you have gone 
To far-off lands, there just on the other side
Of the horizon, bleak and dark.  Now our love, 
Like the sinking sun, turning gold to red, 
Only to disperse into a cataclysmic dark.  
There's a deep loneliness that spreads like venom 
Into my very soul; but there is courage, too.
For will not the dying sun dawn up again next morn?
 
I harbour hope for a new love; the tide will turn again
A new life begins.  The waning sun turns to fiery gold.


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*i chould..sh mention that Our poet here on
  the 'soup'(michelle faulkner) incited this write;
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Rainbow

Conductor of  golden light leads musical kaleidoscope gardens

May 28 2022
Contest: Morning Monoku  Poetry
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
PS Syllable Counter
5th Place

The Best Company Ever

I love so much the book company, 
More than anything in the world,
More than cats or butterflies,  
Looking at the books in my room, soothe me,
Henry James amazes me, what intelligence,
Yachar Kemal makes me travel on Turkish roads
The pleasure of writing, of thinking, they offered that to me,
Books calm me more than anything,
Carl Sandburg, Billy Collins, Thucydides,
They are landscapes, angels from heaven,
Jean Giono amazes me; I go with him to Manosque,
My library offers me so many joys, Apollinaire, Sam Shepard,, 
Just looking at books makes me dream,
I’m thinking about Jack London, I’ve read everything,
He made history, so humanly, such humility,
I think of Marcel Proust, a genius,
Style makes the man, especially à l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs
I love so much the book company,
Camus, Alejo Carpentier makes me intelligent, so to speak,
They understood me, every word, every story, every verb,
Books understand me 
More than people, Kafka, Faulkner, Joyce, understand us,
They reassure me with their titles, their presences,
What would we be without books?
Thank them; look at them, life is short,
They are the best friends in the world.

Not All It's Cracked Up To Be

NOT ALL IT’S CRACKED UPTO BE
(An antidote to Spring)

When ancient poets wrote their odes to Spring,
They wrote of daffodils and life anew,
Of new-born lambs and skylarks on the wing,
A time of hope and I believed that true.
But I’ve grown cynical year after year
And don’t see Spring through their poetic eyes.
The daffodils soon wilt and weeds appear.
The grass grows high; more dreaded exercise.
The joyful lambs we welcomed with delight,
Will all too soon be smothered in mint sauce.
But though I’m sympathetic to their plight,
I’ve other reasons for despair of course.
     I don’t care what those ancient poets say.
     For Spring was when my true love walked away

24th February 2023
Spring is Not All poetry contest
Sponsor -Michelle Faulkner

Making Snow Angels In the Snow

Free from the frigid grip of winter's blow  
we enter a time of hay fevers and colds
Though April showers help the flowers grow  
they can be unkind, to creaky bones of old 

The frosty cheeks of children everywhere 
are pinned against a dirty window pane 
The pristine snow of white has lost its glare 
replaced by icky puddles and wet terrain 

Spring, ...its not all about roses and shine
there are days when it rains and pours all day 
She weaves herself around winter's entwine 
and often leaves the earth too damp for play 

I rather be making snow angels in the snow
then waiting and watching, for flowers to grow 

Feb 24, 2023
Sponsor	Michelle Faulkner
Contest Name	Spring Is Not All

Spring Is Not All

Tis now that warmer season they call Spring
of constant nasal drain and dainty rain.
You waken to the songs that Robins sing,
while budding trees shed pollen on your pain.

Your allergies devour you by the hour,
smelling the bloom in new cut lawns and weeds.
Nature’s creatures great and small have power.
Again, we live with ants, wasps, bugs and bees.

Gone is dear snow and crystal, winter glow.
You’ll dream of drifts and winter’s cleansing kiss,
Flowered white blossoms fall when Spring winds blow.
Your longing for the colder times persists.

Spring beauty shows us Nature at its heights.
Yet, many folks on Fall must set their sights.

2/24/2023


Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner

Time Renews All

At the end of white winter daffodils
Walk along toward the rebirth of life
But the hazy clouds oar the dingy reels
The spring falls into the abyss of strife

Youthful River of the rainy day now
In the pale belly of the rippling land,
Velvet petals of the loving surf show
The derelict spring in the pebbles sand

The golden maple leaves make an air crown
Crimson waist cuckoos hug the twilight sky
All towards far reaching sunny warmth town
Spokesman of the spring on the wings of fly

The rebirth walking crosses the spring souls
Time renews the grace of all seasons goals

February 23, 2023


Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner

The Troubles of Spring

Spring brings an end to outdoor diversion,
Though some don’t mind its seasonal distress,
It could be an annoying occasion,
When the body is overlaid with stress.

There is an upsurge in the earth’s waters,
They overflow and pay guests to the land,
It’s saddled with tempestuous matters,
Like a fellow standing on sinking sand.

It is a happy and glee time for ants,
The uninvited guests throng our gardens,
They are not a huge concern for peasants,
Flooded and battered farms deeply saddens.

Spring resuscitates my aversion ply,
Sometimes it’s hard to push through and comply.



February 22, 2023.
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest,
Michelle Faulkner.

Spring Is Not All

Spring is not all good when it steals my charms
Losing poise with joy as I run around 
With bright flowers on hands, I stretch my arms
Twirling and cheering as colors  abound.

Spring is not all fun each day of my life
When bees sting my eyes, lips then spiders bite
While collecting bright hues with my cute knife
I endure all pains, thinking such prize is right.       

Spring is not all beneficial to health
Sneezing a lot one day, so light headed
Rashes appear on flawless skin, my wealth
Oh, spring! Your lover is much rewarded. 

Spring is not all, it’s not moon, stars or sun
Under one dark sky… its surprise, still grand!

 
Feb. 19, 2023     5.51pm
Spring Is Not All
Contest Judged:  3/2/2023 3:37:00 PM
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
Place 4 (up to 4th and HM multi-w)

Ponderings of An Old Bard

Upon my bare bent boughs, the blossoms itch,
‘Tis the high season when pollen count rises, 
So much better when I wore not a stitch, 
Now one's nerve jumps at nasal surprises 

Humans emerge from their winter abode, 
In awe of the plush panoramic rush, 
Foregoing instinctual rambling code, 
Flora slowly chokes below feet that crush 

A summit of Bards I steadfast embark, 
Beneath acrid acidic fall of rain, 
Mini Beasts vie to bite deep through my bark, 
As strained soil struggles to feed its gaunt grain

We ponder, Is Spring not all it may seem? 
Spring with wise Sapiens would be a dream. 

Date: 19 February 2023

Spring is not all Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner

Spring Is Not All

Spring is not all blooms midst attacks of blight
Smiting hope-filled buds as pests strive to reign
My garden loves the Season’s festive sight
May it be spared against bacterial pain.

Spring welcomes birth, but why the threat of dearth
Struggling with rust and leaf spots not to trust
My heart longs for plenteous harvest mirth
Much yield to behold fruitfulness from dust. 

Spring invites hope, yet health status is at stake
Shaking pollens toward allergy rise
My immune system knows what it does take
Might as well maximize weather-surprise.

Spring with glowing zest presents downside crest
My blest outlook for it settles the rest.

February 18, 2023
3rd place, "Spring Is Not All" Sonnet Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner; judged on 3/2/2023.

Spring Is Not All

Sky is clear blue with bales of cotton cloud
Days mesh well with scenes of vernal beauty
Everywhere one can spot the jaunty crowd
People are busy chasing their duty 

Oh, Spring! You make us blissfully merry
When you fill earth with joyous songs and sound
But you give umpteen reasons to worry
With dust and disease making our hearts pound

Spring is not all of color and beauty
Like all seasons, it has its bane and bliss
Weeding one's garden turns a dull duty
Mosquitoes swarm round with sonorous hiss

Spring! Though you are greeted warm as a king
With wind and sun, sometimes we feel your sting

Feb.18.2023

Spring is Not All Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Michelle Faulkner

10 Syllables in each line (HMS)

Downside Spring

So, sure, the sun shines brightly every morn,
And birds will share, with all their brilliant tunes;
Amazing colored flowers will adorn
What once were gray and blah and lifeless dunes.

Admittedly it’s warmer in the day,
And cloudless skies can cheer the weary heart,
And gentle breezes whisk the blues away
As life, once more, begins its own restart.

But, as the sun stays longer in the skies
The pressure builds to try to get things done.
And wives and mothers have their battle-cries
To get to cleaning, there’s no time for fun.

It’s hard to laze when Spring is on the loose,
But Winter will provide its own excuse.


2/17/2023
Written for Spring is Not All poetry contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner

It Happens Each Spring

Freed from cocoons of shapeless winter coats,
Pert women flutter sparsely bright-arrayed
To tempt male eyes and steal my glancing dotes
Though wife lurks near with rain for spring's parade;

Despite air tender-soft as kitten's breath,
She folds pale arms to bring a cold front's chill
Then casts dark glower sentencing my death …
And why?  Because I glimpsed a vernal thrill?

How silence thunders, warning of her storm,
Then sobs whip up cyclonic bursts of wind
As flooding tears beseech me to reform--
But spring!  It's you who've made her this chagrined

And, though Red Cross will mend tornadic path,
'Tis I, alone, must bear wife's springtime wrath!



February 13, 2023
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
Michelle Faulkner, sponsor

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