Fall Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#fall
No compositions by Vivaldi
I was born in the twilight of centuries,
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#music
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Delicious Corpse
I was bold enough
to give my contempt to the occasion.
There's a call grabbing attention
I hate any love
which means servitude,
that is in a programming grid,
announcing dates and times
as criminal sentences.
I undo the ties
and the bright smiles of commitment,
and the equipment that fits
like a clown costume;
I look like a clown,
and I resent the song
but I love dancing
which leads straight to the bed,
where laughter is always welcome.
Role invitations appear
like death sentences by the...
to give my contempt to the occasion.
There's a call grabbing attention
I hate any love
which means servitude,
that is in a programming grid,
announcing dates and times
as criminal sentences.
I undo the ties
and the bright smiles of commitment,
and the equipment that fits
like a clown costume;
I look like a clown,
and I resent the song
but I love dancing
which leads straight to the bed,
where laughter is always welcome.
Role invitations appear
like death sentences by the...
#lust
#fall
#mirror
#confessional
#myself
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seasons of the earth
a galactic journey
"While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and
heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not
cease."—Genesis 8:22
were there not twelve mensajes in my book
when, on that silent january morn,
the mountains bade me take a solemn look
at how the seasons of the earth were born?
the chilly winds a path made for the spring,
their passions melting in the radiant sun,
as pregnant birds and flowers on the wing
rejoiced to know the banquet had begun.
...
"While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and
heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not
cease."—Genesis 8:22
were there not twelve mensajes in my book
when, on that silent january morn,
the mountains bade me take a solemn look
at how the seasons of the earth were born?
the chilly winds a path made for the spring,
their passions melting in the radiant sun,
as pregnant birds and flowers on the wing
rejoiced to know the banquet had begun.
...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#MovingOn
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Camouflage of autumn
As summer wilts
what was painted shade
hues of green do fade
the equinox bring
autunms cold kakai
spells the end, of summers party
canopy, shimmering in,
mellow splays, uplight by
winds violins, undressesed
the autunms crinoline
tirades, fall, its music blessed
confettied leaves, the trees divest
the feelings born, we mistrust
we camouflage beneath our crust
what was painted shade
hues of green do fade
the equinox bring
autunms cold kakai
spells the end, of summers party
canopy, shimmering in,
mellow splays, uplight by
winds violins, undressesed
the autunms crinoline
tirades, fall, its music blessed
confettied leaves, the trees divest
the feelings born, we mistrust
we camouflage beneath our crust
#fall
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Blizzards
because you are the opposite
from my other side
turned inside out
autumn's cold khaki
that clicks below
of the heels
elbows hurt
and hands slip
on door handles
abrasive mouth
kissing the back of my neck
because you are autumn
of my other skin
burned by a blizzard
autumn without shades of blue.
from my other side
turned inside out
autumn's cold khaki
that clicks below
of the heels
elbows hurt
and hands slip
on door handles
abrasive mouth
kissing the back of my neck
because you are autumn
of my other skin
burned by a blizzard
autumn without shades of blue.
#fall
#snow
#mirror
#art
#emotions
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Pastoral Delight
pastoral delight
Poesy is the moo of the cow
And the bleat of the sheep
The caw of the crow
And the hiss of the creep
Poesy is the hush in the forest
And the thunder of the tempest
Fear in the trees that whoosh
Crickets lying low in the bush
And when the weather is heat
In the pastures you hear the bleat
When the sky is azure blue and neat
The walk invites you to stretch your feet
Come along hear nature's real poesy
cement walls reflect only morbid heresy...
Poesy is the moo of the cow
And the bleat of the sheep
The caw of the crow
And the hiss of the creep
Poesy is the hush in the forest
And the thunder of the tempest
Fear in the trees that whoosh
Crickets lying low in the bush
And when the weather is heat
In the pastures you hear the bleat
When the sky is azure blue and neat
The walk invites you to stretch your feet
Come along hear nature's real poesy
cement walls reflect only morbid heresy...
#summer
#fall
#spring
#morning
#dawn
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Seasonal Change
born from winter
spring emerges
evolves into summer
summer diving into fall
autumn falling
into winter
perhaps seasons
don’t change
we do
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
spring emerges
evolves into summer
summer diving into fall
autumn falling
into winter
perhaps seasons
don’t change
we do
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#spiritual
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Unfinished without You
Winter approaches
Autumn illustrious
Nothing better
Given the chance
To come home to you …
Autumn illustrious
Nothing better
Given the chance
To come home to you …
#love
#winter
#fall
#minimalist
#art
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Autumnal Flow
crystalline ice flowing beneath
azure atmosphere living art
painter streaking stroking leisurely
creating erasing recreating adapting
autumn scented breeze cooling
yellowing leaves flutter falling
settling insulating brown earth
beneath flowing crystalline ice
azure atmosphere living art
painter streaking stroking leisurely
creating erasing recreating adapting
autumn scented breeze cooling
yellowing leaves flutter falling
settling insulating brown earth
beneath flowing crystalline ice
#trees
#fall
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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Nightfall
There's nothing like November sun,
if billows will allow,
when westerlies are on the run
before the schooner prow...
as if to race the chariot,
at Apollo's command,
in beauty multivariate
above the sea and land.
And by the blaze of stellar beams
old autumn dies in gold
to set the tone for winter dreams
in polar vortex cold;
that deepest cold, where Phoebus sleeps,
and skies turn chasm blue
when argent tinsel starlight creeps...
into empyreal view!
if billows will allow,
when westerlies are on the run
before the schooner prow...
as if to race the chariot,
at Apollo's command,
in beauty multivariate
above the sea and land.
And by the blaze of stellar beams
old autumn dies in gold
to set the tone for winter dreams
in polar vortex cold;
that deepest cold, where Phoebus sleeps,
and skies turn chasm blue
when argent tinsel starlight creeps...
into empyreal view!
#sun
#sky
#fall #night
#fall #night
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An Atmospheric River
It's never too soon on days like today
to energize all of the party lights
and watch the lingering leaves blow away
in vortical El Nino flights...
where, in with the fresh air and rain,
spins new activity of thought
unwinding that twist in my brain
which the Halloween candy had brought.
So now I watch the clouds come and go,
like kisses supplying anew,
the reasons for the future to grow
even when skies are no longer blue...
but tinged here and there with an evening...
to energize all of the party lights
and watch the lingering leaves blow away
in vortical El Nino flights...
where, in with the fresh air and rain,
spins new activity of thought
unwinding that twist in my brain
which the Halloween candy had brought.
So now I watch the clouds come and go,
like kisses supplying anew,
the reasons for the future to grow
even when skies are no longer blue...
but tinged here and there with an evening...
#sea
#sky
#clouds
#fall
#water
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Luna Orionid
Across the zenith she progressed
with proud Orion just below
and in the full sky angel glow
slowly turning forever west,
through straying whiffs of vapored air,
imperceptibly suspended
in a matrix, halo splendid,
where only proper spirits dare
to slow the hunter's meteors...
blazing through diaphanous gold
and quenched in stratospheric cold,
like honey on plasmatic smores!
Which all the gods are sure to eat
since constellations need no meat:)
with proud Orion just below
and in the full sky angel glow
slowly turning forever west,
through straying whiffs of vapored air,
imperceptibly suspended
in a matrix, halo splendid,
where only proper spirits dare
to slow the hunter's meteors...
blazing through diaphanous gold
and quenched in stratospheric cold,
like honey on plasmatic smores!
Which all the gods are sure to eat
since constellations need no meat:)
#moon
#fall
#night #Halloween
#night #Halloween
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