Autumn Hyperbole Poems

Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Dreams of spring
The violent storm has passed
The sun has risen
Hopes have been resurrected
Phototropic dreams have been awoken

The skies are at peace now
Their tears have dried...

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Nature's divided into four seasons 
each eye-catching in a similar way
and yet, different for many reasons.

Winter's crystalline beauty carries sway
but She is both barren and...

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The air it seems is napping,
It is quiet as a death—
The whispered wheeze of evening,
Muted as the final breath.

Like the hushful stir of shadow,
Sleeping reticent,...

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A ghostly fog dissipates with dawn's first light,
         yet a glaze of morning dew lingers.
  ...

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Breathtaking beauty blazes the trees,
Each leaf a canvas for nature's brush.
Autumn mixes fall colors with ease,  
Unveiling shades that make green leaves blush. 
Tinged...

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Spring dapples the landscape in shades of green
as life germinates in a seed or bean.
And wildflowers add color to the scene,
flaunting exotic pigments rarely seen.

Summer...

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When the amber hues 
Turn to cinder-block blues
And the songbirds exist
In the recesses of our world
We lose something special 
When the golden hour is up
Our...

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Below thick clouds of misty gray
shifting shadows subdue sunlight.
And shade heat of a summer's day 
below thick clouds of misty gray.
As Autumn starts to find...

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Mosaics of orange and crimson
rot with the last migrating duck.
And barren soil, littered with death,
stripped of its grandeur, turns to muck.

Autumn dawdles well past its...

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Weaving Forms

Abc, Abecedarian, acrostic, alliteration alexandrine
  Salaam, sehraa senyru, sestina, sijo, shape, sonnet
      The list of forms of writing...

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She whispers at lilies to go back on there track. She sees through Ghandis eyes she can remember being that. Her rose is a rose...

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If I was to take a word, say focus,
Stand it on its head,
And ask with growing sense of dread,
Why my friend did you just now,
Fly...

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I can see it in your eyes:
Autumn Leaf in Paradise,
and I fear for all the trees
full of stupid theories
about never-ending summer
while The Big Hand holds...

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