Short Susurrus Poems

special susurrus
so suave spicy whispery
hot way in return...

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deciduous bliss
wind rustling orange and red—
autumn’s susurrus...

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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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a silken whisper
maple leaves susurration... 
autumn has arrived


Submitted for...
Autumn in Nature - Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
09/11/2022...

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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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Snow

Snow sparkles and glistens,
Such stunning imagery
Shines like crystals on trees.
Snowflakes entertain us
Simply flying with breeze.
Susurrus sounds sing out
Supreme within, without.

1-17-22

A STRAND (1055) Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsor Brian Strand...

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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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when the spring winds blow
the bottles in the myrtle;
Aphrodite sings.

hushed summer rainfall,
Freyr tenderly drumming fronds
life, the scyther reaps.

crunching underfoot
susurrus of autumn leaves;
deteriorate.

we can see winter,
the silence of a blank page;
yet we do not hear.

so it will begin again
birth, life, death; an end in pain....

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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 vivacious veil of violin
awakens the sleepy field~
the sky breaks into birdsong
and as  tulips stretch wide
I behold petals pirouette 
kissed by the morning sun

as rhythms rise~
celestial scents fill the air,
whilst the breeze
brushes his almond cheeks
that glow on first of May

and as the cadence softens,
I hear Spring’s susurrus laughter
in cascading notes of effulgence~
Oh, my soul begins to resurge
in perennial bloom.



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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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Raindrops merrily dance and fall.
Soft music enlivens mind.
Soothing rhythm, calming all.
Alongside blows the susurrus wind.

Soft music enlivens mind.
A symphony so sweet and light.
Sun veiled, but shines bright.

Soothing rhythm, calming all.
Summer rain cools the earth.
Creating in every heart a playful mirth.

Alongside blows the susurrus wind.
As it sweeps, tender leaves rustle,
And slender trees bend and shuffle.


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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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Upon the final strains of Summer's swansong,
Autumn makes her appearance,
singing a harmonious hymn of hues
with scarlets, ambers, golds and russets,
the trees resplendent in their festive finery.

In the still pleasant air
the foliage falls as feathers, slow dancing;
an emerging carpet, chattering in the breeze,
sending sweet sounds of a susurrus symphony.

The music of autumn leaves 
is a serenade for the senses...
a paean to Gaia: soft, soothing, serene....

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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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