Seasons Simile Poems | Examples
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SEASONALLY READY: AHAIKU TRIO
Seasons of nature
Are as the nature of life;
Always challenging:-
Each season weathers,
Claiming its own uniqueness;
Just as do our lives:-
Live seasonally:
No matter which season comes,
Live triumphantly:-
OF THE NATURE OF LIFE
(A Senryu Trio)
Seasons of nature
reflect the nature of life;
challenging changes:-
Each season weathers,
claiming its own uniqueness;
just as our lives do:-
Let’s live seasoned lives.
No matter the challenges,
live triumphantly:-
Tears falling like rain,
Face aping nature's playground;
Fall's pollen is here:-
A tree is like a blank book
that nature writes her seasons on
In Winter black branches woebegone
With snow and ice and brazen rook
A tree is like a blank book
Which spring soon paints in pink chiffon
As if at a signal — to act upon
Not one blossom will overlook
A tree is like a blank book
And summer the season of sweet bygone
And tongue in cheek, writes, green as a lawn
Cool tangle of leaves and meadowbrook.
A tree is like a blank book
Where autumn leaves warm tones adorn
In her golden shroud the year withdrawn
Until nature gives back all she took.
"The wind is the pounding of my heart."
Rush with me, wind! Help my heart pound,
with forces of tornado's sound;
yet, gentle as a summer breeze
slow dancing, twirling through the trees.
My heart, like wind- prevails unbound.
My heart, like wind, is often bound
by pressures building- quite profound
to weather seasons with great ease.
Rush with me, wind!
From strong to calm, most winds rebound;
my heart's emotion is compound.
But, like the wind, it guarantees
those yins and yangs no one foresees.
In shifting force- accord is found.
Rush with me, wind!
August 2, 2022
For A BRIAN STRAND STANDARD No 1212 Poetry Contest
HOPE WEATHERING THE TRYING TIMES
In the winter solstice
Of struggle,
Nets of justice and equality
Lay rotting in the inclement trying times;
Yet hope prevails.
Out of the circadian celestial revolution
Of nature’s chiming seasons,
The healing Sun will rise
To resurrect the fallen leaves of change
And melt away
The freezing snows of injustice.
She is like the wind.
She is like the rain.
She is like the process,
that begins over again
and ends in vain.
My Only Flame
Love, like fire, is all-consuming,
And forever should be blooming.
Endless courtship is not a game.
As we watch each year’s seasons turn,
My torch for you will ever burn.
No regrets giving you my name.
You always will my soul inspire,
Forever be my one desire--
My first and last and only flame.
Originally posted in June 2014