Fall Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#fall
Dreamer4ever1979
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 7:03am
13th Aug 2024 7:03am
Trees of Mellow
Leaves fall from the trees of mellow,
with a simple blow of natures hello.
Announcing to be known,
for it was mother natures evil clone.
All alone.
Alone to itself, yet not to the rest.
Nature opens herself to the world,
to relieve some excessive stress.
Stress that plays chess with human life.
Checking many, but few to none.
Getting too near would enhance ones fear.
Lone and behold, but stay in control.
Gusty winds cometh to sendeth,
vastly stretched miles.
Rotation is evident, yet very...
with a simple blow of natures hello.
Announcing to be known,
for it was mother natures evil clone.
All alone.
Alone to itself, yet not to the rest.
Nature opens herself to the world,
to relieve some excessive stress.
Stress that plays chess with human life.
Checking many, but few to none.
Getting too near would enhance ones fear.
Lone and behold, but stay in control.
Gusty winds cometh to sendeth,
vastly stretched miles.
Rotation is evident, yet very...
#fall
#nature
#storm
#trees
#wind
113 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Aug 2024 8:24am
7th Aug 2024 8:24am
Dueling Mist
In misty veil, 'neath moon's pale glow,
Two duelists face where shadows grow.
Their sabres gleam with cold, sharp light,
Preparing for a fateful fight.
The fog, a shroud both thick and white,
Enfolds the night in eerie blight.
Yet in this gloom, the spirits glide,
Their ghostly forms drift side by side.
Eyes of spectres, hollow, cold,
Bear witness to the scene unfold.
Their whispered sighs, a chilling breath,
Foretell the clash of life and death.
Blades clash with a metallic ring,
A dance of death their weapons...
Two duelists face where shadows grow.
Their sabres gleam with cold, sharp light,
Preparing for a fateful fight.
The fog, a shroud both thick and white,
Enfolds the night in eerie blight.
Yet in this gloom, the spirits glide,
Their ghostly forms drift side by side.
Eyes of spectres, hollow, cold,
Bear witness to the scene unfold.
Their whispered sighs, a chilling breath,
Foretell the clash of life and death.
Blades clash with a metallic ring,
A dance of death their weapons...
#dark
#fall
#ghosts
#narrative
#rhyming
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 2:03pm
18th Jul 2024 2:03pm
Moon Garden
The primrose blooms worship the moon
as the honesty plants turn gold
like the coins where Scrooge McDuck rolled
on possibly an old doubloon...
and all glowing in unison,
except for the fantasy loot
which I've heard is the evil root
and thusly the hue unchristen.
Yet Scrooge McDuck might just agree
since gold is found outside the vaults
of Janus Christianity
and all their moral somersaults
which forms not on gold as found
on orchard plums and lunar phase ...
as the honesty plants turn gold
like the coins where Scrooge McDuck rolled
on possibly an old doubloon...
and all glowing in unison,
except for the fantasy loot
which I've heard is the evil root
and thusly the hue unchristen.
Yet Scrooge McDuck might just agree
since gold is found outside the vaults
of Janus Christianity
and all their moral somersaults
which forms not on gold as found
on orchard plums and lunar phase ...
#fall
#flowers
#LifeCycle
#moon
#summer
265 reads
7 Comments
Verdonna
Poem Published
26th May 2024 2:59am
26th May 2024 2:59am
Apples and Pumpkin Spice - with Adagio
In autumn's wind, apple cheeks are red
trees have shed their leaves of mascara
with strings and songs of Mantovani.
Whispers lay silent on the porch glider
and the Goldenrod grows taller
as the cornstalks grow their chowder.
The Scarecrows become ventriloquist
throwing the voices among shadows
Listening as plums harvest the wine
in autumn's wind, apple cheeks are red.
The aromas of pumpkin spice
are carried by the gentle breeze
that brushes my hair across my eyes.
While dusk approaches
the cold edge of the wind ...
trees have shed their leaves of mascara
with strings and songs of Mantovani.
Whispers lay silent on the porch glider
and the Goldenrod grows taller
as the cornstalks grow their chowder.
The Scarecrows become ventriloquist
throwing the voices among shadows
Listening as plums harvest the wine
in autumn's wind, apple cheeks are red.
The aromas of pumpkin spice
are carried by the gentle breeze
that brushes my hair across my eyes.
While dusk approaches
the cold edge of the wind ...
#collaboration
#fall
239 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th May 2024 4:00pm
24th May 2024 4:00pm
for those who were not born a butterfly
he tripped
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
and fell and fell and fell and fell
unpredictable
like blood on the gums
on the precipice
like sea birds
falling falling falling falling falling
like letter openers
like samurai swords
and fall and fall and fall and fall
as if they had already occupied
the place of the dead
like a falling body
no vertigo
no free falls
no films that melt on the screen
he tripped over himself...
#acceptance
#fall
#forgiveness
#mirror
#sea
170 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
15th Mar 2024 2:36pm
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
193 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Feb 2024 12:02pm
17th Feb 2024 12:02pm
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
202 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
30th Jan 2024 10:06pm
30th Jan 2024 10:06pm
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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slipalong
Poem Published
11th Jan 2024 12:17pm
11th Jan 2024 12:17pm
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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PAR
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 4:50pm
8th Jan 2024 4:50pm
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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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 12:33pm
7th Jan 2024 12:33pm
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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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
20th Dec 2023 10:24pm
20th Dec 2023 10:24pm
Arborealism
There is always wisdom in the trees
Passed down through the years
Whispering wide on the breeze
Christened by Autumn’s lonely tears
Before the first wintery freeze
I feel the return of latent fears
With all of their deep dis-ease
That every conifer then hears
For pride goes before the fall
Reminding me to take care
While I strive to again recall
Secrets told within this chilly air
A most dire omen to us all
As we stave off our renewed despair
Passed down through the years
Whispering wide on the breeze
Christened by Autumn’s lonely tears
Before the first wintery freeze
I feel the return of latent fears
With all of their deep dis-ease
That every conifer then hears
For pride goes before the fall
Reminding me to take care
While I strive to again recall
Secrets told within this chilly air
A most dire omen to us all
As we stave off our renewed despair
#trees
#fall
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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DU Poetry : Fall Seeking Honest Critique Poems
