Short Lifeautumn Poems
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Outside, Autumn shows
Yesterday's life was in bloom
My life, it mirrors
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Bound by preconceptions of what is and what cannot be,
we condemn and deny life's inherent duplicity,
that birds sing the songs of God is truly reality
and our thoughts and dreams take flight like leaves from an autumn tree.
Her Autumn red hair
Like leaves on the turn
A colour so
Delightful auburn
A smile that turns
Heads in the room
An aura of cheer
Like a new spring bloom
This youngster she is
A breath of fresh air
When the young boys pass
They delightfully stare
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I am a thousand winds that blow
I am that diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
I am that thought that runs through your brain
I am the one with no shame
I am the one who plays no game
I am the one you blame and watch me burn in your flame for now i am the one you left in pain
Form:
White lies and black lies…
Yellow words and pink smiles…
Blue tears and red sights…
Rainbow colours..is the life…
Grey cloud and pink sky…
Yellow moon and dark sky…
Darker colours are the life…
Leaves falls in Autumn time…
Fruit bears in summer time…
Souls are met in spring time..
Death is met in winter time…
Life is mixed in all the time!!
Dilupa Wijegunasekaera…
Form:
I was scolded for littering an orange peel.
I and this couch and an iguana melt.
I am longing for things to be more than real.
She blushes like a child in an autumn fog.
She bleats to scare winter from the ridge of her nostrils.
She grows like a berrypatch in moonlight, after the thaw.
He is my friend’s iguana there.
He looks comfy on the couch.
He only wants to feel good.
Drifting languid, light
upon the damp breeze,
the seeds of milk weed fairy fly
upon the aching air.
Snow white, weightless, dancers
skirts upturned before the coarser green
of velvet lawn they flee.
Backlit as virgin lovers
upon the meadow’s spawn.
The castle walls dare not belay
the upward loft with daunting gray
for on fragile wings in autumn damp
The world is full, a whorl in white.
sight
5-6-6
lake ontario
as the warm orange sun
sets on a clear evening
smell
6-2-6
fresh hazelnut coffee
brewing
late, one autumn morning
touch
4-10-3
soft fingertips
gently massaging the bottom of your
naked foot
hearing
7-2-7
the length of a sharp knife blade
being
dragged slowly down a chalk board
taste
9-2-3
a leaf of maple sugar candy
melting
on your tongue
I watch spring bud from my window.
I watch my life go by without a flicker of hope from my window.
I watch summer blossom from my window.
I watch and wonder why from my window.
I watch autumn turn to a spectrum of color from my window.
I watch as time starts to die from my window.
I watch autumn fade from red and orange
to winter white from my window.
I watch as I die from my window.
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the slightest touch of a hand on your shoulder
the laugh of a child as he plays with his mother
sipping the last drop of golden water
having enough strength to smash a boulder
whispers in the wind that sing a sad song
listen to the heart of a tree
hear it beat along
a scream from a woman as she begs for mercy
mankind runs from their worries
the soft red on an autumn leaf
the sands of time have stopped
don't be scared if your life has ended
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