Wizened Poems - Poems about Wizened

wily wizened lady of the oak has October ways Stop if you must, but do not eat her craze. Her pumpkin peach pies will put you into a daze. Sounds perfect! Said my ghostly cousin Sir Haze. He got the recipe, but could never make it her ways. I think she left out ingredients said my Grandma Mays. We should know,...

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Recognizing life's fields need steady crop rotation Each of their grains harvested requires separatization Safely stored in silos of compartmentalization Red lights flash consistently on the horizon Emptiness found in the words comprising Tomorrow is another day or so, I'm surmising Perhaps one morning, I'll wake up more wizened...

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keep old frail weak trees for scars knurls holes and wrinkles birds and bees call home...

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what planet could this be for boys of ten and then one hundred movement felt, looking at the hardened grain of hands caressed with fingers pressed against themselves absorbing stillness’ breath suspended in each air a pair of warm yet liquid-frozen thoughts captured then released with care youthful power to devour light whose distance now becomes serene a slow...

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Every tree has its sprite, a living deity ever vigilant of its needs. Great Yggdrasil ancient tree of life holds her sprite within her wending, winding arms; a caress of gratitude for its warrior guardian. An ancient sentinel guarding the wisdom of Gaia’s mind, needs a soldier; this recruit, at the ready, studies “The Art Of War” with considerable vigilance. No axe will ever release this tree...

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Wizened leaves on windswept trees Autumn comes to call, In crimson hues and umber shades Their time is nigh to fall, Before then though the glory Of autumn in her splendour, A flourish of true beauty 'Fore arrives a bleak November Entry for Fall Into Fall Poetry Contest Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke 16/9/2019...

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A splendiferous sun slowly rises into a pale periwinkle blue sky. And at first light, dangling dewdrops glisten like crystalline tears, only time can dry. Sol's heat stimulates a welcoming breeze, scented by Nature's exotic perfume. And, as temperatures begin to climb, budding roses bloom into full costume. Backyard cooks start barbequing burgers as campers pitch tents near a lake or bay. And calm cerulean...

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Over the years, I have wizened as a writer and poet - now I pen easily and can elicit the emotions needed for any poem. Yes, there are days when the muse is shackled, but in time is set free- so I...

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Sarcastic words spewed forth. Such vile mordacious sayings, Always arguing and scoffing in the square where she'd loiter Ridiculing the gathered horde for their time spent in praying Casting her leers and jeers to elicit their contempt in return Anger had shackled her mind and body, wizened with age. She sneered but no one heeded the horrid curses and...

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A wizened witch of wizardry, With warts and wooden teeth, And weird-like cries, like banshee ghosts, Lived west of Warlock Heath. The Heath was wet, with winds so wild, The witch had withered wings, With waffled edges like a bat, Which flapped like wilting things. She tried to wrest the winds so wild, Her withered wings to soar, But neither which the witch would...

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Honey For The Rose Says A Wizened Sage I fancy a moment of quietest delight nothing great, just deeply silent bliss times like this, my mind takes flight Day breaks with the softest little glow crack of dawn I often so dearly miss the lady that put on last night's show Pausing next to reflect, life slaps me why do you so often...

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