The cool air,the chilling breeze
The cozy days,make one freeze.
The beauty of nature is on its peak
Peace fills the air,we all seek.
The transformation is so wonderful
The vibrant green leaves look so colorful.
The warm sunlight provides a golden glow
The scent of fallen leaves spread with wind blow.
It's the beauty and charm of nature
That includes the mighty and the smallest creature.
Children find this time of the year the best
They play and enjoy...no time for rest.
This is the wonder of nature in fall
That captures attention, with every call.
A season of transition, filled with hues
That mesmerizes us,with its vibrant views.
We need to feel and live the season
To be happy and cheerful, there is a reason.
It's a bliss,a blessing from God
He who is,the Almighty, the Lord...
sun mesmerizes
my sleepy little cat
dreaming of fish dish
Come and get me
The skylines serenade from her lips.
Suspended in anticipation.
Her innocence mesmerizes with
A murmuration of spells, casting
Love particles.
Blossom before my eyes.
Then unveils a pause, sending my
heart racing, into the core of it all.
The object of my contemplation,
While spoken words see the unseen.
Things we keep, my moon and your sun
light, now speechless.
My dearest lover, air kisses,
Our hidden contrasts are in this gravity
Fields slow down time in this serious game.
Second to none, as these impulses summon,
A playful vibe of your charm, between
Uninterrupted curiosity, now that the dye has
been cast. In this kairotic moment,
so open up and flow with me on this episodic.
No need for narcotics, nor to be an alcoholic.
We will stay on topic without being hypnotic.
Sharing all our symbiotic, after expressing her
Exotic nature.
If you want me?
Come and get me!
Oh, how I love staring up at the ethereal radiance of the moon,
resting against the endless onyx-black sky.
Her magical and mystical pearlescent glow is cast upon me,
I am delivered from my darkness—
I am shielded from my shadows.
The moon‘s celestial veil captivates me,
enticing me with her enchanting aura;
Her enigmatic beauty and powerful magnetism mesmerizes me.
When she is in her full-phase, so large and luminous, she appears nearby,
as if there is only a short distance keeping her and I apart.
Oh, how I wish it was possible to journey to the moon,
and walk lingeringly among the cratered rocky debris and gray powdery dust.
I would cherish the utter silence and serenity of space around me,
while forgetting all the desolation and ruination of the world I had left behind.
I breathe! It's I my living soul
Challenging the inevitable
Life becomes me !
Still modest with self respect
I breathe each breath
Within the dark - I see
And I become one of Rock
I stand firm - I am whole
Whoa! The heavens profitable
Peculiar that same breath
May too , beauteous be - reflect
It's my skie' s hues drawing me
Mesmerizes the very prominence
In my last spoken word
May my reflections then state
The beauty of life's significance , Hence!
That heaven if it could can wait.
It’s just a tiny flicker,
in my hand it seems to be
a single point of light
and yet it mesmerizes me.
Can’t help but wonder what’s inside,
what universe lies there?
It makes me feel like I’m a God
and there’s an earth somewhere
inside this little point of light
to small to comprehend.
And I’m too large for them to know.
Let me tell you my friend -
that our reality is like this.
We’ve not eyes to see…
that everything’s a point of light,
speaking perspectively.
She sits composed
smiles a simple smile
and has us all intrigued
She mesmerizes
sees right through us
haunts us with her glance
There is no other portrait
quite so uniquely captivating
as Leonardo's Mona Lisa
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E clipse of the sun mesmerizes us
N early blinding awestruck onlookers
I dle gossip intermingled with tall tales
G argoyles whisper them in gardens
M aestro orchestrating seasons’ dance
A nd above reigns a sky that rules our world
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a Trimeric poem
With gentleness she makes no demands,
she gives her request with angelic serenity,
born with magic in her voice
she knows she will not be denied.
She gives her request with angelic serenity
and trilling sensuality in her eyes,
does she realize or is she innocent?
Born with magic in her voice,
you really have no choice
but to give in and rejoice.
She knows she will not be denied~
she mesmerizes with her smile,
and with a gentle hand enwrapts you with her wiles.
The ocean is home to a curation of shells,
The type you admire, the kind you call into,
The ones that whisper stories the sea never tells.
The peach and the pink, the pastels and the white —
All of them bring such a sense of delight.
I trace my finger over each and every grove and indent,
Each fracture and dent,
Wondering what they have seen, and what places they went.
I wonder if they are signs — heaven-sent.
This poet wonders — does she know the truth that is grand?
The shell that is pretty mesmerizes those little eyes
While the sea calls out her name for help.
Sand between her toes and wind through her hairs,
She felt every emotion one feels at a shore.
The next scene was haunting — it took away her innocence.
Fishes started to wash up on the shore,
The water began to form bubbles.
As she looked at her mother, who
Whispered with her eyes-
“Sorry, my precious little baby,
Forgive the humankind,
For the future we will leave behind.”
Misty Maroon Moon glows,
hazy in cloudy sky
on mystic ebon night !
Moonbeam mesmerizes
whelming muzzy lovers
turning them lunatic.
The more I blow the far it goes
No direction, no aim it just blows far away
It dries but does not die
It paves a way to propagate new lives
It shines in sun so bright and bold
It will navigate its own sail in storm
When adult it mesmerizes the eyes
But when it gets old the glory still be held
It transits from sunny rays to starry lights
Sunny petals become ball of snow white
The wind takes it away far from your sight
You may think it has vanished
But my friend it sprouts somewhere else
You may drift away in the roller coaster of life
Without steering you will sail
Without compass you will navigate
But finally you will be at your destined place
If the stars could speak,
They would speak of only your light,
How it dips and peaks ,
In its celestial respite.
If the stars could wonder,
They would wonder of only your touch,
How it echoes like thunder,
And causes Saturn to blush.
If the stars could bleed,
They would bleed for only your dreams,
That call to anguish the pleads,
Of Venus to Mercury.
If the stars could dance,
They would dance to only your tune,
And be locked forever in your trance,
That mesmerizes the moon,
Some flowers bloom well into twilight,
moonlight mesmerizes them,
leads them into dreams of distant dawns.
The velvet drapes of summer
do not offend them,
rather they entice
as they bathe
within deeply tidal lullabies.
Gently the blossoms succumb,
gentle is the soft enfolding.
A warmed and darkening air descends
to couple with the intimate scents
of floral favors, perfumes that linger
upon wafts of intimacy.
all hidden by sequestering shadows,
an efflorescence is shared
within a sanctuary of confidential pleasures,
raptures far from
the harsh dazzle of daylights
prying gaze.
Those are the colours.
Which binds together, and then
A beautiful background is formed.
Which mesmerizes people.
Which blends together
And forms an
Amazing shade
Which is then visible to us.
Whatever the shade is
It has never made itself unattractive.
And we still have a fondness for it.
Because it's a piece of art.
Humans are also kind of shades.
Who are unique in their own way.
Beautiful, kind, and lovely
And fascinating for other people.
We humans are pieces of art too.
Everyone has different talents.
Everyone are unique and contrast
And we are the future of all.
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