Fall Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#fall
Duice
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
Chattered Teeth
Its frigid like a whip outside
the Hawk is out
I took two steps in brisk
to land clenched teeth in mouth
Consider me a visiting guest
I’m not used to low temps
There’s beach life sun at home
arctic gust took my energy limp
Dr. Seuss me some Camu Camu
to keep immunity high
Then toke condensated puffs in jest
to keep comic from going awry
I can’t stand in the cold
I can’t stand it at all
Have me laid up in downed sheets
smothered curled in a ball
Sniffles flute to whistle
wrapped burrito like when born ...
the Hawk is out
I took two steps in brisk
to land clenched teeth in mouth
Consider me a visiting guest
I’m not used to low temps
There’s beach life sun at home
arctic gust took my energy limp
Dr. Seuss me some Camu Camu
to keep immunity high
Then toke condensated puffs in jest
to keep comic from going awry
I can’t stand in the cold
I can’t stand it at all
Have me laid up in downed sheets
smothered curled in a ball
Sniffles flute to whistle
wrapped burrito like when born ...
#countryside
#fall
#sky
#wind
#winter
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PAR
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
93 reads
6 Comments
Sage_6_paths_light
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 8:31am
9th Mar 2025 8:31am
Seasonal Expedition
Our expedition started in Fall, days get short, nights are cold, then the frost freezes all.
Do you remember Winter my belly warmed up them toes.
Sniffling and sneezing as the boogers flow from your nose.
For me please be patient as Winter breaks into spring. blanket of snow soon will melt, you and I listen to all the songs they will sing.
We chirp our way into summer, warm, fuzzy sun has its lips on our skin. Let's not cheap out on the lotion or we might boil from within.
Do you remember Winter my belly warmed up them toes.
Sniffling and sneezing as the boogers flow from your nose.
For me please be patient as Winter breaks into spring. blanket of snow soon will melt, you and I listen to all the songs they will sing.
We chirp our way into summer, warm, fuzzy sun has its lips on our skin. Let's not cheap out on the lotion or we might boil from within.
#fall
#spring
#summer #winter
#summer #winter
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BaldyBrown
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 9:19am
24th Feb 2025 9:19am
When Fall Comes to New England
John Denver saw fire in the Colorado sky, but I've seen it in the trees of New England and didn’t need to be high to see it.
The smell of a sultry summer field as it yielded its annual organic essence to a foggy September morning. The cemetery where rests my ancestry, deeply ensconced in the vineyards near Dundee and Glen Eden. The smell of the catawbas would approach sensory overload at this time of year. An exceptionally warm day just after duck season, kayaking around the abandoned blinds in the marshes at the north end of Cayuga Lake. Taking that last swim if you were still...
The smell of a sultry summer field as it yielded its annual organic essence to a foggy September morning. The cemetery where rests my ancestry, deeply ensconced in the vineyards near Dundee and Glen Eden. The smell of the catawbas would approach sensory overload at this time of year. An exceptionally warm day just after duck season, kayaking around the abandoned blinds in the marshes at the north end of Cayuga Lake. Taking that last swim if you were still...
#fall
#nature
#trees
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PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:30pm
22nd Feb 2025 3:30pm
Autumn Leaves
I am surrounded by autumn leaves,
Their vibrant hues of crimson and gold,
Whispering tales of change and beauty.
The crisp air carries the scent of earth,
Dew-kissed mornings, and evenings in twilight,
Leaves gently falling like nature's confetti.
I walk through a carpet of russet and amber,
Each step a reminder of the cycle of life,
Nature's quiet song echoing in my heart.
The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Yet full of grace and dignity,
Revealing the sky in its clear, blue splendor.
In this...
Their vibrant hues of crimson and gold,
Whispering tales of change and beauty.
The crisp air carries the scent of earth,
Dew-kissed mornings, and evenings in twilight,
Leaves gently falling like nature's confetti.
I walk through a carpet of russet and amber,
Each step a reminder of the cycle of life,
Nature's quiet song echoing in my heart.
The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Yet full of grace and dignity,
Revealing the sky in its clear, blue splendor.
In this...
#beauty
#fall
#forest
#nature
#trees
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8 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 9:49pm
18th Jan 2025 9:49pm
Legos In Translation (a collaboration with adagio)
Oceans of green through the window of eyes
And the blueprints of nature’s serenity
Through the hourglass of autumn’s compose
In fields of Elysian verdant wildflowers
And nature’s Pandora Jack-in-the-Box of
Folded memories and Legos in translation
*****
So lofty are mountains turned tender
When soothed by the warm hands of the sun
Against the harsh white winter a defender
Nature’s bounty would ever humankind stun
To every single season weather and surrender
Then bare your treasure into verses second to none..
And the blueprints of nature’s serenity
Through the hourglass of autumn’s compose
In fields of Elysian verdant wildflowers
And nature’s Pandora Jack-in-the-Box of
Folded memories and Legos in translation
*****
So lofty are mountains turned tender
When soothed by the warm hands of the sun
Against the harsh white winter a defender
Nature’s bounty would ever humankind stun
To every single season weather and surrender
Then bare your treasure into verses second to none..
#collaboration
#fall
#nature #winter
#nature #winter
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SeaCat
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 1:47am
14th Dec 2024 1:47am
Nasturtiums in light snow
Cold bites to my bones, stings my skin, joking
that summer was ever warm.
Beneath an iron sky, stragglers, jovial party people
linger by the cold windy door.
The warmth of their orange and red rages,
but diminished, by a light snowfall blanket.
It weighs them down,
their hot summery heads drooping under early winter’s white weight.
No cabbage white or tortoiseshell will visit these roguish
summer remnants;
the first frost will finish them soon enough—
smiting their tender leaves and stems to...
that summer was ever warm.
Beneath an iron sky, stragglers, jovial party people
linger by the cold windy door.
The warmth of their orange and red rages,
but diminished, by a light snowfall blanket.
It weighs them down,
their hot summery heads drooping under early winter’s white weight.
No cabbage white or tortoiseshell will visit these roguish
summer remnants;
the first frost will finish them soon enough—
smiting their tender leaves and stems to...
#fall
#summer
#winter
131 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 00:09am
5th Dec 2024 00:09am
High Noon Noel
Clean the gutters
hang the lights
watch the flutters
in jaybird flights
squirrels and Yule nuts
by the frosty yard
wiggle wee furry butts
in stashing them so hard
and then the little tits
come and go so fast
it's hard to scan the plumage flits...
wherever they've amassed.
hang the lights
watch the flutters
in jaybird flights
squirrels and Yule nuts
by the frosty yard
wiggle wee furry butts
in stashing them so hard
and then the little tits
come and go so fast
it's hard to scan the plumage flits...
wherever they've amassed.
#animals
#birds
#fall #sky
#fall #sky
209 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 3:12am
3rd Dec 2024 3:12am
A December Sunset
How far through a home will the sunbeams go
in a season's declivitous frolic
by sidelight squirrel tail furry glow
or the stove smoke drifting gold bucolic?
Are they trailblazing for Christmas lights
or burnishing halos for angel flights?
in a season's declivitous frolic
by sidelight squirrel tail furry glow
or the stove smoke drifting gold bucolic?
Are they trailblazing for Christmas lights
or burnishing halos for angel flights?
#fall
184 reads
6 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 4:17am
26th Nov 2024 4:17am
PURE HUMMING BIRD JOY (PURE HUMMING BIRD WAY) (11-24-2024, Palm Springs, California)
upon reopening my eyes
after only twenty five minutes
this morning
of my perfectly imperfect
as usual
sitting in stillness
zen meditation
where now here
in these first few moments
of my heart centered
peaceful
open being s
return
while serenely
looking back out
with all my senses
and heart
now more widely open
at this newly unfolding
beautifully flowing ...
after only twenty five minutes
this morning
of my perfectly imperfect
as usual
sitting in stillness
zen meditation
where now here
in these first few moments
of my heart centered
peaceful
open being s
return
while serenely
looking back out
with all my senses
and heart
now more widely open
at this newly unfolding
beautifully flowing ...
#fall
#morning
#nature
#SelfReflection
#uplifting
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Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 5:18am
15th Nov 2024 5:18am
Avid Readers Staring into Glory at 1600 Central; myself
They rest atop a smoothly weathered rock with intials carved in its face from a time long since quietly forsaken where amidst the dying leaves they bask in a chasm of words between better left unsaid as it’s nourished by the tacit bond of the experience the two share and the sun recedes in jaded capitulation behind the foothills to the sunken west. Before I can indulge an internal inkling of misanthropic malice with which to cast aspersions she reaches her rays as if to lay a calming hand o’er my heart.
I
start away, sauntering
without aim. Soon I’...
I
start away, sauntering
without aim. Soon I’...
#fall
#narrative
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slipalong
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 10:27pm
14th Nov 2024 10:27pm
Novembers tunes
Summers strings, fade, flourish and cascade
then! autumn`s movement with its brash
slow movements swept with sun and shade
woodwind and the trumpet's brass
The choir now stands tall and proud
their golden voices raised caroused
the choreographer of wind
in synchronicity they swing.
boughs gyrate like the baton's pulse
leaves falling, dancing in downward waltz
A carpet formed for each to crunch
for their gavotte twirled and bowed
grace and elegance, that fell to mulch
bare dancefloor where they hung so proud
...
then! autumn`s movement with its brash
slow movements swept with sun and shade
woodwind and the trumpet's brass
The choir now stands tall and proud
their golden voices raised caroused
the choreographer of wind
in synchronicity they swing.
boughs gyrate like the baton's pulse
leaves falling, dancing in downward waltz
A carpet formed for each to crunch
for their gavotte twirled and bowed
grace and elegance, that fell to mulch
bare dancefloor where they hung so proud
...
#fall
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