Short Susurrus Poems

special susurrus
so suave spicy whispery
hot way in return

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Susurrus of leaves,
Gently soothes the Southern hills:
Evening lullabies....

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golden moonlight streams through trees

whose limbs are laden with leaves

as wind's susurrus lulls me

into autumn's dream
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The susurrus breeze 
of spring’s ingénue trees 
now rasps and wheezes,
rustling sparse leaves as
the trees, now crones,
rest brittle bones,
primed for winter’s coming.
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I hear heavy chains dragging across
graveled pavement

Heavy feet they can't lift too weak
Deep susurrus to dry to speak

The air is thick
sticky with each inhale

Drowning my soul

My blues I can't controle......

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The youth get old quickly while learning goes slowly,
Of even a single minute or second we can’t make light.
When in dreamlike spring we still indulge contentedly,
Susurrus leaves of phoenix trees touch the steps in sight.
(tran.)...

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in the dawning of the sun
the stars within me rise
light hues of reds and blues
as sail with blurring stars,
susurrus of silky movements  
awakens me to her morning song
our kisses rising with our hearts
and through our love into the silence
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Is the universe
God’s dream,
or is this a being
whose sole
imperative is
to comprehend itself—
susurrus reverberating
through spacetime’s
faint and gossamer web—
arrayed for us
as law and truth?
Will I ever know?
Will I understand,
if I do?
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It’s half past four in the morning.
Thoughts swirl in my head,
Not one a epiphany.
I can’t help but to wish every day
Radiated the petrichor
That smells like home and happiness.
The susurrus of night swirls in my ears,
So painfully present
I cannot seem to think straight.
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Waning sun sinks slow, makes
western sky chromatic.
Wings of lured butterflies
whir susurrus of spring,
waking up blooming buds.
Waltzing wind flows past me, 
whispers music of joy.

May 10, 2021
Syllable count  6 per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Contest  Pleiades W
Sponsor : Kim Merryman...

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illuminating the whodunnit
with an old timey lantern -
     her Nancy Drew silhouette
            prim and proper.

this giant suspenser -
        susurrus of stars in her ebony eyes.

     it’s momentous the aha moment -
the page turner in the shade.

5/7/2019
Eve Roper’s Free Verse Or Rhyme Poetry Contest
Used picture #2
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here I woke
and she waits for me there,
susurrus her wings spoke
and I walk within her stare.
every form & thought
converged, consumed
in a lunar reflection.
lift this veil of nought
hold the soul that with
sacrifice, 
a bloody chalice 
was bought
let the wound cover me
bleed me into you
all that filled this before
closed in the eye,
born anew....

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A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.~ Aberjhani


if a tree falls and there is no one to hear it
not even the merest susurrus
for a poet to capture the moment
the spell of redamancy would be broken
the world, as we know it, would not exist

From my achieves.
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from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires  
huddled close
pinned to the chill air

a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red

the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless 

a breeze worries the boughs 
stokes the hanging flames into quivering  
crimsons 
scarlets 
vermilions 
renegade ambers

a slow burn resumes

accompanied by a susurrus of sighs 
a dirge for a season

and the summer sky, now turned slate,
is cremated
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October,
Captivating, colourful,
Temperate and gentle.
Oak trees, whose golden leaves rustle in the
Breeze as they fall to the rich
Earth below
Restful Radiant Autumn

Autumn brings with it a myriad of bulbs, flowers and shrubs.
It is a season that burst with vibrant colours and soft, mellow sounds.
Brooks babble, as mild winds whistle through the trees of young saplings.
Everything ready to welcome another perfect picture painted by nature for all to enjoy.


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He could see
through the faint frost
on the window pane
that the city in the afternoon rain
had turned into a charcoal sketch
of varying shades of gray with,
here and there, streaks of deathly white
and smudges of bloodied red.

And each word
that the magistrate
slowly uttered sounded
remote and dull like raindrops falling
into a dark, deep well, stirring a susurrus
that chilled and scared his heart
that jackhammered his chest declaring:
beyond reasonable doubt, guilty!...

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