Sad Season Poems | Examples
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For some love is a battle with glue
Stuck in a kinetic rainbow rue
Slipping on sunshine melting moon’s mood
Tenderness designed on brain as blue tattoo
Turquoise touch feverish and concise
Winning red heart blowing pink mind
And every single day it is valentine’s
For feelings glow like gold inside
Can’t find a card to cast my spell
Will work hard to show and tell
Nothing I write seems to share
Just how fabulous it is to care
I hear love songs all are about you
Whether sad or glad I’m in the mood
Dreaming of things we wanted to do
In book of love season one page two
Here I am my compatriot
Do not bore me with inanity
Stay in your lane dear friend
And let me stay in mine
For this is the season of anomie
Tempers are high and boiling over
Do not try to teach me good manners
Cause my patience has run out
And I can no longer listen to lies
Spewed from the pit of hell
To justify the position of your paymaster
While our father land
Gradually disappears from
The global map of decency
Patriotism calls and we must obey
After The Rain
Waiting For The Rainbow
After the rain there are gray clouds,
Floating around in the blue sky,
Alone in the country and thinking of you,
Wishing you were here in my world,
Mend my heartache and ease the pain,
After the rain there are those clouds,
Hovering around in the gray sky,
Casting shadows and sending me doubts
Will you ever really search me out,
Will you erase these emotional bouts,
Of missing you, longing, feeling cold linger.
Until you are on your way into my arms,
I will hold your heart and soul in my dream,
Beaming for the rain to stop so slow,
Waiting for the rainbow, after the rain,
I can see a rainbow above the horizon...
November 2009
Jieranai Maier
PS:
No, I won't hold your heart and soul,
It's just happens to flow lol.............
time travels heavily in rousing screech
to strangle smiles from mind's untold
my waving grimace implored beseech
under shadowed cleft of chalky Wold
where lapping rays of yellowed gloss
and green clings on each blade of grass
to blanket earth in warmth of moss
for breath of steam and bite to pass
but pass is slow as minds there reel
and such the rolling hills show grace
but mountains roll inside I feel
keeping undulating lands from face
my orbit slows and shows refrain
until I circle the sun again
October, you are the final burst of life,
before winter’s sad and lonely gloom,
paints the trees and meadows white,
and locks us inside its frozen tomb…
I WAS ABUSED BY MY MOTHER AND HER BOYFRIEND AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN, THIS POEM REFLECTS THOSE HARDEST MOMENTS FOR ME. THEY RAN OFF TO ALASKA WITH FIVE OF MY SIBLINGS WHEN I TOLD MY GRANDMOTHER WHAT THEY HAD DONE.
She never had a tender ear,
she let me know she didn't care.
Always mean she pulled my hair,
no other mother could compare.
I once remember, but only once,
she held my hand with tender love.
I must have been all of nine,
the only good memory in my mind.
The man who crept into her life,
whom she protected with all her might.
A young doe was what he wanted,
like a deer I was hunted.
When he bagged what he'd sought,
out west is where he took the lot.
The coward ran from prosecution,
Alaska administered his absolution.
My mother never penalized,
the man who caused my spirit to die.
I forgave her for their horrific sins,
I wasn't going to let them win.
Today I finally realized,
I'm the one who won first prize.
The morning air is cooler
At noon it gets warmer
Its how the days begins
Now it is a change
Of seasons
Although summer weather
Is still with us awhile
We must enjoy it
It will no last long
Cool temperatures come
Some trees have leaves
Soon more trees will change
Then when the colors change
The leaves will begin falling
Until the trees are bare
Our hot summers
Lack of the rainfall
Made the grass brown
Then the rain will pour
Brown grass will be green
The geese will honk flying
Saying good bye for summer
For me it is a sad
To watch birds flying
Going south for warmth
I am still shocked by your sudden death
I'm still sobbing by your abrupt departure
I still pine for you, dear. I'm still out of breath
Every time I think of your unique behavior.
You were different, sexy, exquisite and sassy
You were very special to me day and evening
You were difficile, tough, caring and demanding
Holy God! What a combination for such a lady.
My heart is still beating profusely for your smile
I am still yearning for the images and the style
You left in my pneuma, my memory and my mind.
I am discombobulated how nature can be so unkind
I still yen and yawn for you. I am now very unhappy
I'm extremely sad, because you left so unexpectedly.
Copyright © May 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I have seen the good and bad
The things that are naturally sad
But don’t worry for there is a time for everything
And the ending that it brings
You see it now as the one
But know there will be an ending once begun
For there is a season as we know
As the world turns it will show
So buck up there are good times and bad
And things that are a bit of a fad
If things don’t go your way
There are times when it will be your day.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The sun is in libra today.
The weather is warm,
And so is the colour of your eyes.
I tell you they are pretty
And you reply with a smile.
That is all it took,
A smile, a compliment,
And the way you look up for your eyes to meet mine.
“Yours too,” you tell me,
And I know you just wanted to be nice,
But since then
My black, boring dark eyes
Became my favorite thing about me.
Falling in love with you felt like lots of things.
All at once.
it felt scary and dangerous,
But it also felt fitting and right
It made me crumble and break at times,
It was confusing and messy, and ruthless.
But in many ways,
Falling in love with you
made me love myself
A little bit more,
This Christmas Season, I wish my parents were still around.
But they both died in 2013 and they're buried in the ground.
The last Christmas I spent with them was almost a decade ago.
When a man loses his family, it's sad and it's a devastating blow.
The Christmas of 2012 was the last Christmas I was able to spend with them.
Mom died the following March and Dad's cancer got worse and I also lost him.
It's sad to know that they're both gone and we can't spend this Christmas together.
If you still have your parents, truly appreciate them because they won't live forever.
God gave me sources
about all of the courses
how to ride horses
had been a big blow
lifeline out did throw
after bombed by foe
we were all upset
Trump at Mira Lago I bet
with his hair all wet
hair had been thinning
we had known from beginning
that he was sinning
would be examiner
each distinct diameter
of parameter
God were receiving
In Him we are believing
hearts have been grieving
God on judgement
we suffered from sin and heat
Him one day will meet
So sad when we sin
had started and would begin
never do again
be glad when it halts
all our sins which in would waltz
had been all our faults
Some special seasons seem sad
oh-so solemn
Others -- sallow, slow, even silly
But X-mas season 'tis to savor
soothing, silky, serene
sending us soaring skyward
with its satiny, snowy scenes
December 16, 2020
Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Tis' the season to be giving
(Deck The Halls Chorus)
"Fa la (something) etc......."
A genuine gift comes from
the heart. True " giving "can't
fit in a box.
And it doesn't have a price
tag.
Tags or ok, but don't feel sad
If you can't buy an expensive
gift.
Did it come the heart?
Deck The Halls Chorus)
"Fa la (something) etc......."
Happy Holidays my Soup
Friends. Ho, Ho, Hooooo:) Alexis
~ Autumn Lovers ~
It's getting late in the season
Whatever the reason
The leaves have not turned
Autumn lovers they've spurned
My eyes surprised; my heart a bit sad
I spotted a tree to make all of us glad
Its leaves transformed to brilliant oranges and reds
Visions of home, of warm hearth, dance in our heads