Short Yellowing Poems
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BITTER BLOOD
I'M TORN
INTO FLIMSY FRAGMENTS
PULLING ME APART
YELLOWING
WITH MISUSE
THIS STATE OF ENTROPY
BLACKENED.
friends meeting house
yellowing pages show tithes
from decades ago
swarm of bees in the springhouse
cluster around a new post
Springtime has arrived,
And so has her yellowing;
Shading everything:-
And when her rains have fallen,
Yellow puddles spring up; achoo!
Change
the clock,
au revoir-
Summer waves bye
bye-
Fall
falters,
daylight fades,
yellowing the
glade-
dark
and damp-
November
closes in on
me
Spring
Blossom, flowers
Coloring, decorating, enjoying
Trees, leaves, leaves, trees
Drying, falling, Yellowing
Brown, desert
Autumn
by:-
Vrushani!!!
As the yellow sun slowly lowers over the fenny horizon
a barn owl slowly lowers its flight over the road towards
the gently undulating yellowing land on this still sunny day.
A hundred winter poems
snuggled under warm blankets
sprout a thousand spring poems
of bud and blooming,
the earth warming,
purring in puddles of kittens,
singing sonnets
of a yellowing sun.
A
circle
on the pond-
then another
one-
one
after
the other-
merging into
a
ripple-
the surge
overflows the
dam-
a
flash flood
saturates
the yellowing
earth
and
subsides-
awakens
the comatose
seed
Yellowing leaves of Summer
inevitably prove
the transient
and precious;
Time is still on the move..
Every moment has it's reason
Love and loss.
Joy and Fear.
But the wonder and the truth is..
A change of season's always near.
The rose has been raped of her beauty
Stolen by hordes of dreary lines
And to be leached further still
Until nothing remains of her
But yellowing birthday cards
And sugar-free quotes, in italics
Like a rose is like nothing at all
To weave a word, a fabric of thought,
Each stroke on dreary image caught :
Pale tinge of citrusy note, half drawn
Written in bleak ,yellowing song--
Old letters soar now in ashen white,
Where muted language of angst
takes flight.
Yellowing leaves, red hue
The bough empty pointing true
One bud in autumn
Flakes falling, ice crackling
Cold bed alone without you
Frost bite turning blue
Cherry bud blossoms
Rain dripping, hand holding hand
My fat cheeks blushing.
Love?
Fall and
red yellowing
leaves in the trees
an old man sitting
on a bench
watches them
fall
and thinks of his youth
a youth
sitting on a bench
looking into his iPhone
simulates the falling
red yellowing leaves
and googles
the future
of trees
Memories of children's chatter
Lightly rock lonely playground swings
Yellowing grass, thirsty and thin
Bronzed hours sealed up in ship bottles
Daylight's ample breath slows, shallow
School bus dawn's mounted regiment.
Summer fat squirrels bury nuts
09/06/19
To weave a word, a fabric of thought,
Each glimpse of bluish image caught.
Sweet tinge of orange scent, half gone
Delicately knitted in flowing, yellowing song.
Old letters laced now in sepia and white,
Each silent sound, grayness of dusk takes flight.
Brian Strand Contest B
Who is stealing his few apples?
He tends that tree – fruit small and hard
still yellowing toward gold and sweet.
They hang temptation from each bough.
They wait like weather. Now? or now? –
still yellowing toward gold and sweet.
He tends that tree. Fruit small and hard –
who has stolen his few apples?
Don't bite the Postman
Please don't bite the Postman,
With those yellowing canine teeth.
He only wants to deliver our mail,
Not feel your sharp nip beneath.
We've known him now, all these years,
So, shower with kisses and smother,
He only wants to deliver the mail,
Please don't bite him Mother.
I carve and cut my quarters from a cork tree
Intermittently pausing to assess my progress
Young yet yellowing Yggdrasil on the Yangtze
Getting grander but perishing in the process
Good God gaze at this gape and give a guarantee
Don't let me regress, digress, transgress, or obsess
4-17-2020
I write
There for I …. Write
Unknowingly
Of things
Hidden
In the fractured folds
Of life
Of moments
Forgotten
Yet lingering
On the tip of the pen
Yellowing
The edges
Of ivory pages.
I write therefore
Of truths
Encased in pain
Joys denied
Darkness hidden
Of a soul
Unknown to me
Until
I wrote
I read you like a book
the cover fading
the binding cracked
pages dog-eared
and yellowing
a book I have read
many times
and still reread
contentment in your story
comfort in your words
an old friend I cherish
the ending sad
never changing
but still I read
page by page
chapter by chapter
a book I love
Brightness peeps into
yellowing net curtains;
brief wafts of a semaphore sky.
An elderly lady has planted her mind
in an apartment,
lightbulbs burn out, are never replaced;
sunshine squints through thin drapes.
Daily she shoos the world away,
discourages rumors
of unnecessary things.
Mail piles up
on her unwelcome mat.
There are many things to consider
before you Tarzan from tongue to tonsil
down the inflammatory throat of a fugitive fire
pulsing its polyps
on your living room floor;
of which, exactly none, translate at all
to the flat-lining blue found in hospital gowns
or those cowering through
a yellowing brick of recycled
notebook paper.
dust kittens played with cotton balls
moonlight glares at them
through shabby twill curtains
cool breezes tickling their fancies
old shoes left to forget the smell of feet
long for the click-clack of the corridor
a dress hangs yellowing in the darkness
a tarnished tiara mourns
for a kingdom that was not
John G. Lawless
©10/25/2019
If love is a gamble,
I wouldn't shy away to risk shedding
yellowing pages of my soul,
to grow souvenir sunflowers in your yearning soul.
As I can't stop these free falling heartbeats now,
and if I am meant to fall,
I wouldn't deny any push from million Everests --
everytime, gladly for you.
Ayesh
A Late Morning
The cool, late October rain,
It is a beauty-
the raindrops cling to the ruby berries
amongst oval leaves that are changing
to a lemon hue;
and within the sharp breeze
these soft yellowing leaves-
of a watchful tree-
are a flutter of wings.
September 17, 2022
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