A Season for war
We rage in twilight…
At the edge of our reason.
Winter surges at the realm,
Summer comes to slay,
Spring tries to heal,
Fall loves the decay.
Black branches clutch;
Sun rays oppress the fortitude.
Flowers fall to dust
Leaves burn in the cool of coming frost.
Seasons in shadow cover the soul
Thoughts brake...
Victors solute shallow Victories
Sacrificed bury the slain.
War comes to the spirit of nations
As tribes rally the cry
Peace: A dream caught in the spider webs
Of jaded glories.
It rages across seas,
Visionscapes of the Mind.
The war to end all...
The bells toll in Great Ghostly
Cathedrals of Perpetual Spires.
Winter covers its dead in white,
Spring licks its wounds,
Summer burns its lost souls,
Fall morns it's missing children.
Everything turns a cycle upon cycle...
Everything dies, tries to realize & is new.
Wars comes n goes but the eternal seasons remain!
A Return to Seasons in Shadow…
Categories:
solute, adventure, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Just we know what we make it off well as the number to reply that night
They said ” I am not bad I need in opposite directions”
The backs are too rough and smooth.
I smile or not but that exists numerous horizon
How did you define them by their respective?
Do you solute for watching it?
Many questions are so easy for questioning.
I asked,” How is going on?”
The days, these days, their days, whatever.
Spring may be failed to make a decision about the new version.
”Oh my God” is damaged.
If I reached remembered, Where was my first time: hiding.
Their song which doesn't hope,
Is this sense clean?
Although we make it, we will be rejected what it receives.
Thwelt Di Nwe
Categories:
solute, age, analogy, angst, april,
Form: Free verse
Common sit down you're not cool, quit being a fool.
The Democrat party doesn't give a care bout Black Lives Matter, like you, they support Klanned Parenthood where black unborn children are being ripped apart and having their lives Shattered
These children for gun control are overrated, just like in the 1930s German youth they're being indoctrinated.
People who lost loved ones in Parkland who support Trump didn't get to speak, the far-left only knows how to suppress free speech that is so weak.
On Emma Gonzalez's jacket, she wears a Cuban flag of a communist country where the people are treated so badly, She can't even wear the American flag of the land of free and the home of the brave this is very sad.
Are Boss Hog ruts §?g trying to give a clue like the Riddler, He gave a salute like he's little Hitler
Yes Common God is Great, but he doesn't support your Hate.
This was poem made bout March For Our Lives. Common talking bout Trump's hate,
The resist solute by Hogg, the jacket of Emma
Categories:
solute, abortion, hate, political,
Form: Political Verse
Poetry peoples my planet with joys and jingles I contemplate
Empowered, enlightened and elevated in my mind
Images flow and glow at a speed no other genre can manipulate.
In times of loss and cross I percolate poetry on my plate
In the hope for helplessness in my mind to grind
Poetry peoples my planet with joys and jingles I contemplate
My poetry trail-blazes techniques initiates imitate
To salute the solution solute in my lemons’ rind
Images flow and glow at a speed no other genre can manipulate.
Poems in all their forms entertain, recreate realms and educate
Folks from all walks of life who refuse to remain behind
Poetry peoples my planet with joys and jingles I contemplate
Poetry through sound devices and word order defies debate
Initiated to open new worlds and possibilities for the blind
Images flow and glow at a speed no other genre can manipulate.
Poetry paints literature which prose can’t duplicate
Although poetry puts lesser minds in a bind
Poetry peoples my planet with joys and jingles I contemplate
Images flow and glow at a speed no other genre can manipulate.
Categories:
solute, poems,
Form: Villanelle
Love Chemistry...
I dive deep in your ocean blue eyes
In pursuit of pearls of emotions,
Ego,
Self-pity,
Pride,
All dissolved on the way...
I the solute,
You the solvent
WE the solution of Love...
@ 'dusk'....
Categories:
solute, love,
Form: ABC
(Oak Tree)
trees stand in a line
like soldiers of our time
they solute as I walk
with branches leering high
blotches of light
is all that appears of the sky
a sea of green
on the ground is seen
with a path like a salmon pink stream
another tree
appears at the end
made of half sky and half green land
an oak tree makes a stand
a tree from many trees
or is it all pretend
without the structure off these trees
could this image of this tree descend?
is there a hidden legend
within this view i see
why does it spring out
so enticingly to me?
Written By Sarah Linklater 05/04/2015
Categories:
solute, absence, adventure, beautiful, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
All the bickering
Kept you ticking
For me there was no bliss
I have no problem waving bye
Without blowing a kiss
Thought I'd be more upset
Deep inside I feel relief
Too often I felt resentment
Now rid of negativity
There's contentment
Never my goal to hurt you
If that's what you feel
I solute you
For not knowing me well enough
After all this time
That it's not in me
To backhand your pride
One person can only take so much
Being stood up
Flaked on
Being pushed to the dust
Being the alternate way to spend time
Come up with something better
Drop me like a dime
I was only worth ten cents to you
Cut my losses and move on
Categories:
solute, friend,
Form: Rhyme
Boy I can say me and my mom has been through some rough years together and apart, but I have to say at the end of the day; THERE IS NO MOM LIKE MINE... I know she did her best with what she had. That I am now more grateful then ever. I seen my mothers struggles, It groomed me for my days away from her. Unspoken lessons I carried all through it. My Grandmother's embrace always kept my heart warm, I ? her dear, she is my Shero... My Mom my Hero....(R.I.P.) To Janice & Mz Penny , and all the other motherly figures in my life time, I solute you and thank you for every jewel you gave me, they are tucked safe away to share with my seeds. Your strengths, wisdom, and endurance passes on.
Categories:
solute, childhood, daughter, inspirational, life,
Form: I do not know?
It is crystal clear now
I being more dense at a cooler you -
I have come to this understanding
Communication though anxious to make us more the same
Make us more different
And yet the wand of words
Make over and over again the magician
So that the magic
Is now the magician of the man
Suddenly I cannot trust the wand
I inherited
There are too many conditions
That limit the power of its use
For liberation
We are trapped like flies in it, all of us
And you and I, were we not made by hands
Might have a better chance to dissolve to it
If the rule holds still for all solution
And we too were merely the solute of the Word.
The solvent of your voice
Must never forget
My solubility takes a higher temperature
That may evaporate you.
Categories:
solute, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Address the nation,
swear, vow.
Hand on the Bible,
a king now.
The microphone booms,
"let freedom ring."
The men solute,
the trumpets sing.
Once upon a time,
a nation falls.
A child without hope,
a girl without a doll.
Nothing left
for America to hold.
Broken vows
a thousand years old.
Promises spoken
from the mouth of hope,
empty or not,
only God will know.
He speaks of change,
of good to come.
To these promises,
we've all grown numb.
We've heard it before,
save your breathe.
How do we know
these changes aren't death?
(P.S.
I wrote this in my science class while watching his inauguration. This was me watching
everyone so excited about the changes he had promised and remembered how the others had
offered the same. This was me wondering if his word would hold true and if did indeed,
would it be a change for the better.)
Categories:
solute, politicalme,
Form: I do not know?
The stoke of the keys
on my skin,
the rush of 1,000 words
coming from deep within.
Not many minds are
creative like this,
not many people
write work that they
could kiss.
Poetry works in
so many ways,
but only some people
can see it,
usually, it's stuck
in a haze.
The world hides poets
in closets or disguise,
because most people can't
understand the words,
unless they see it
from a poet's eyes.
Most poems are beautiful,
every thought so real,
reading your own work,
it's just so amazing
how you feel.
Poetry is my passion,
and forever it will always be,
it's such a burning desire
that I want the whole
world to see.
Categories:
solute, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme
Sweltering tears flow
as resounding bullets echo
Dressed in a neatly pressed uniform,
polished boots and a distinctive hat
Bright metals adorn the solitary cloth
worn like that of an aristocrat
Large stones stand on all sides in military solute
Flags wave wildly for this star-studded tribute
Brave words drift softly from mouths of those gathered around
as another soldier's coffin is flawlessly lowered into the ground
Categories:
solute, angst, death, dedication, family,
Form: Rhyme