Seasons Poems
105. Unfinished
by Kea Campbell
Subconscious hope—subliminal trust.
Broadcasted smiles, complementing valediction.
“See you later” not guaranteed.
Planning for tomorrow: weeks, months, years.
Units measured by every morning not promised.
Personified love—lit by life.
Standing at the doorway of a room stowed in stacked boxes.
Opening a journal, reliving heavy or joyous memories nearly forgotten.
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Seasons
by Shreeja Banerjee
January chills, a frosted scene,
February thaws, with raindrops clean.
March whispers spring, green shoots arise,
April showers paint the sunny skies.
May blooms erupt, with colors bright,
June days stretch long, with golden light.
July simmers, fireflies aglow,
August dreams, with rivers slow.
September sighs, leaves ablaze,
October twirls in fiery daze.
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The Clocks Go Back One Hour
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Time changes with life and life changes with time.
October grows too old,
Hobbling backwards
With the burden of years,
On the sinuous alcove of time,
Tenebrous and feathery,
Her hidden lamps blinking furiously
At the silhouettes of wasted days.
The wasted leaves of autumn
Break forth and dance down
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Seasons
by O. D.
The season changed when I looked at you.
Cold stares and snowfall,
Bitter hearts driving frozen roads.
We saw the sun come down from your driveway,
Watched our shadows slowly grow.
Calendars marked.
Life breathed back into the air,
The silent warmth of daylight returned.
The season changed when we checked the clock.
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An Exciting Encounter
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
a walk in the wind
in the fresh, fragrant season
vivifying breaths
a walk in wildness
sunlit hair is in my eyes
disorderly blooms
a walk in chaos
that keeps the pinwheels turning
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105. Unfinished
by Kea Campbell
Subconscious hope—subliminal trust.
Broadcasted smiles, complementing valediction.
“See you later” not guaranteed.
Planning for tomorrow: weeks, months, years.
Units measured by every morning not promised.
Personified love—lit by life.
Standing at the doorway of a room stowed in stacked boxes.
Opening a journal, reliving heavy or joyous memories nearly forgotten.
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as i begin to learn the rhythm of our seasons
by sopa c
in Spring, we swell and pop
like buds on trees.
we burst in all directions,
a grenade under pressure
our debris lands in beds of dewy grass waiting patiently to incinerate.
this Spring we collect parts of the body like polished rocks on the river banks.
the hands, the mouth, and the tongue,
we are learning the ways they caress sweet words.
fruit trees blossom and so does the space behind our eyes.
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here we go, passing by
by Rikske Kessner
Coal-bright heat
pulsates a primal beat,
this light burns white
in the squalid night.
The windswept fury
in a drunken flurry,
toppled kerosene lamp
leaves the table damp.
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Sangfroid
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Fall.
Sweet songs
fill the air,
in icy times.
'Neath magenta skies
stoic redbird dances,
on bare twigs, to his own song.
He revels in blue stars and snow
awaiting first rays of coral sun.
Touched by a mystery lady of green,
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80. I'm saving up for ’25-‘26’s memories
by Kea Campbell
I'm saving up for ’25-‘26’s memories with monthly deposits and cutting back on my happiness sprees.
I was living at a bus stop and running low on life, but last night "He kindly stopped for me."
This world has been budgeting my joy for quite some time, and I've suffered from peer’s poses and fables.
Still, I attempt to conceal their incompetence because, "If you take your neighbor to court, do not betray another’s confidence."
What you see could completely mislead you from the candor in any situation.
The claims you hear could source from one’s spiteful attempts to tarnish another’s reputation.
Coasting on comfortability in adventuring my newfound paves. Exploratory is past-due, and sorry for overstaying my welcome if we were only meant to be introduced.
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