first
s~m~i~l~e of dawn
as silver dew
on green leaves~
sun w°a°r°m°s
them with love
green, yellow, and red
angled planes catch the sunlight
dancing in the breeze
A syllable count
holds no doubts
the green leaf,
will turn to red
and then to brown
and crispy
in just one hand
gets crushed
released
and its then
the beauty
of something
becomes
nothing.....
We never
appreciated
the it....
Something
more than we
saw as
shining
a path founded
and gently
holding hands
kindly
of your castle
left in the sands.
My inner child
I hate the trembling
of this conscious
of my young cheeks
I wish suffered
the least.
But I swallow this
of the harrowing
of no built of bliss
but
how I came to miss....
Days I didn't sleep
for most of the days
of built we are of clay
and knocked of hay
I know my ways,
the scars I caused
I am a garden hose,
a killing
of a baby
as I sleep
in my dreams.
I hate
the welcoming
to this
reality,
scars
are harrowing
and I do not believe
you too
are over this.
Bite Size Contest no123 Poetry Contest
FOREST QUEEN
As ash the oak remembers the kiss of the flame.
Fallen branches remember the wind’s caress.
The bark is armor hardened by time.
Her leaves hum lullabies for the sun.
Beneath her boughs, the breeze begins to breathe.
She stands. She waits. She grows. She knows.
Autumn Sway
golden leaves in flight
chilly breeze whirls through the trees
sunshine fades away
rancid scent hangs in the air
autumn firmly holds its sway.
golden leaves drifting
trees whisper in the wind
forlorn reveries-
trees once wearing stained glass hues
hold a few golden children
the leaves change colors
the winter will be here soon
all the leaves will fall
sunshine on warm september mornings
autumn eases in quiet and on tiptoes
love in many splendoured colours
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
FALL
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Falling leaves, once vibrant fists of green, bow to placid flames.
Autumnal breeze plays in both up-tempo and gentle lulls.
Leaves, a symphony of umbers and golds, serve as crunching meditation.
Living life fully in sanguine scarlet before the season’s gentle letting go.
GOLDEN AUTUMN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
golden leaves descend,
whisper tales of summer,
sun-kissed memories.
cool, gentle breeze carries them,
to earth, a gilded slumber.
This dying oak leaf
Between my fingers was
The only gold I ever owned
Not that I can say
It was really mine
Just something
To keep for awhile
While September was
Here with me
That leaf played with me
Running rings around
My wrinkling fingers
For minutes …
That felt like hours
Then, with palms open
I let gold go …
Back to where it belonged
Which was not with me …
Markyate hill, is fading now
drifting leaves from dip to brow,
her yellow crown of ash and yew
does nothing to impede the view
autumn colours fill my eyes
leaves' transient beauty before their inevitable demise
goodbye ~ no regret or drama
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Beauty of Fall
Flight of leaves, of saffron hue,
A crystal beauty, before winter's view.
It was a mild autumn day
far enough from summer’s heat
awaiting winter’s cold bite
The brilliant shafts of sunlight
ignited the vibrant colors
of autumn’s falling leaves
I watched them as they fell
tumbling down
all around me
Like outrageously large confetti
every color
from vivid scarlet to warm brown
I ran through the leaves
tossed them in the cool air
then sat amongst them on the ground
Autumn was here
a feeling of joy came upon me
a smile crept across my face
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