Season Poems - Poems about Season

...There is a time in Space when things are quiet There is a time in Space when things are loud There a time in Space only God knows about Sometimes I just want to shout And let God tell me what’s......Read More

...I was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms, Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes. Gold days were full of my bloom designs,......Read More

...Inspired by Episode 4: "The Return" of Season 1 from "City Homicide", a brilliant Australian TV show. The introduction quote to the show is: "No greater honour will ever be bestowed upon an offic......Read More

... AUTUMN clean clear cerulean sky welcomes autumn after rainy season. deciduous trees shedding withered yellow leaves ......Read More

... Boldly I exhume exclusion, a badge of sacrifice Milestones shunned, money’s usual manoeuvre Cultural flimsy stronghold, servant’s fiscal price Top tier requires slaves toil all day for approv......Read More

...times seasons... do create change by their own ache-chords music all echoing feedback patterns within the environmental time-sphere itself so... all life inside survives by sew-wing inner time......Read More

...I was born in Sunny Southern California, in the hottest month of the year! cries out my mother. California is known for its drought season; one we just came out of, it lasted four years. Imagine no......Read More

...  As winter is so close    Cold weather becomes a daily song   Singing by many people here and there. It  is a confusing......Read More

... Here is the season of love and understanding here lays my heart devoted to the cause I know that time is only of the essence God promised love that only He provides; What can I do... to re......Read More

...In twilight's gentle hues, romance awakes, A dance of hearts, a love that overtakes. Two souls entwined, in passion's tender art, Embracing whispers, a symphony of the heart. With every touch, ......Read More

...A fallow season, a time of trivial hungers. He unlocked himself like a gulls beak his cry screeched out from decades of dust. He spoke: My ghost is in your body Beloved, no one sees our eart......Read More

...She adored the color purple so she wore it every where. Purple clothes, purple feathers, purple streaks thru out her hair. Regardless the season, regardless the fashion, all of her out fits refle......Read More

...In an unfolding poetic hymn of yours, I will be the poet, with zealous zeal, A Sky, unwrapped the horizon of yours, while, I was a lonely, soaring seagull Running brook of yours had a murmuri......Read More

...Footsteps in the Snow In the cold grip of winter’s night it is the season of nature’s rest. All is not at peace in this time of rest for the forest. All does not sleep. The call of th......Read More

...This Fall fell hard, winds ripped through the dying. He looks out of his window, imagines grandchildren playing in the garden, feels the itch to do something, to help and work among the scat......Read More