Seasons Poems | Poem About Seasons and Change

it's usually early as day starts turning over when the air around is as heavy as seas in your chest feelings are intermixed between despair and hope like the sea when your odds are in a bottle, scribbled futilities tossed to the waves, exit on the backside of tides until they resurface with old whale stench one out of water tanning under a hard sun...

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The summer rains came today washing winter woes away seems so long since they were here welcome back old friend to near and dear memories awakened from the sky with the petrichor of years gone by precipitating dreams of lazy days illuminating sunbeams in a haze which full-circle brought me back to you and the fun things we used to do on weekends walking in...

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A pair of pretty hands with precision shoot daft sunshine-filled sparks. Her heated strut creates a collision between what’s frozen and a wildfire. Lightning rod with the sound turned on an interstellar quake… Bringing about melodic destruction and that season built for heartbreak. A moving summer solstice vision. ...

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Sublime summer is arriving, The darling daisies are gossiping Laying on the sill of the silly window, The sun is complimenting them excessively, The blush is lustrous and lurking. Summer is shimmering on its way, Spring is packing her suitcase, Ready to leave, She doesn't get along with her sister, Summer's soar sight Can make Spring blind. Spring loves her eyes So she's absolutely...

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I can feel it, smell it fragrant on the breeze watch it in the leaves of broadleaf trees that bend to give me shade taste it sweet upon my waiting lips a kiss that comes to me through every flower and bird and labouring bee, not in gentle honeyed sips but fresh as new picked mint every morning clear as...

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leaves dancing echoing prayerful winds stories written in heaven songs playing, surreal dewdrops blessings arising hearts breathing gently painting shadows dreams composed of light times melodies ~ timeless ~ melodies times light of composed dreams shadows painting gently breathing hearts arising blessings dewdrops surreal, playing songs heaven in written stories winds prayerful echoing dancing leaves ...

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I was lost in a place where there was no peace. Though my heart was swallowed by the universe. Birds sang a melody through the sky. The forest was nourished by all of kinds. The spirit of mother nature conquer, the wild. "Nature, Nature" The poetry of nature has fallen. The spirit is conquering around the wildness. Hope,time has no use....

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´ for : This or That Vol. 33 sponsor : Edward Ibeh submission date : 26/5/25 ___________ Along With The Thunder Along with the Thunder came Tempestas, goddess of storms turtle doves scattered on corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance this is time of rattling cracked panes loose screws when weather ruled, seemingly profane warmonger wind howls or laughs...

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golden gravel s p r o u t s c l u s t...

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dandelion seeds, blowing across the summer’s silence rising up, a full moon – glowing with its music, its poetry singing to the stars with their radiance, sparkling, wistful while autumn thrives in her clearest skies, with tender clouds and the winter breathes her music in flakes who create drifts COLOR MY MOOD Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Written on May 25,...

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Air getting humid Summer peaks around corner Cicadas singing...

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Four whispers of time— blossom, wildfire, amber, frost. Earth dreams in circles....

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Branscombe blossom fair and light coats the grass with pink and white, mossy branch and apple breeze stirs the limbs of dancing trees orange tips and foraging bees, no sweeter does the blackbird sing than in an orchard filled with spring...

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light is not always kind sometimes it exposes too much like grief tucked beneath a smile or love we pretend has died but shadows they carry us gently they let us break in silence without asking for an explanation I have learned that light needs the dark to be seen and the shadow is just the light, kneeling so don’t curse the night it’s the soil where stars...

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oaken trees s h e d t ...

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