Seasons Poems
The Coronation of Autumn
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Autumn was next witnessed
Through the eyes of a coquettish October,
The somnolent month that spreads fast its
Mat of diffused pleasure.
And should there be a tendril pulse,
Let it hammer the flesh of youth, who
Witnessed through the eye of a dream
The hasty coronation of Autumn —
The crowning of promises belching
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When the Sun Appears
by Wayne Hebb
After a stretch of
Rain, drizzle and fog
It’s like an old friend
One you haven’t seen in
A long, long time
At first, it’s a bit awkward
Thinking about what to
Say, how to act then you
Relax and accept the
Friendship that was and
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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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From the Clarinet
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Late November,
and lonely resonance of harmattan
salutes this solitude.
A weaverbird's contralto, in one
gale-sweep, lays bare the lower balustrade
of a maisonette,
and the romance of the last seasons
shoots the long throat of the clarinet...
O'classicals, on wings
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Red Carpet Treatment
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a professional landscaper, with passion for nature, and a green thumb,
Like passions of smothering, dreamy nighttime, to which we gladly succumb.
My work took me to many gardens, set in the butterscotch zones of summer,
As the music with its rhythmic beat, benefits from an accomplished drummer.
I loved being able to generate beauty, with the help of lavish, Mother Nature,
Whose colors are always perfectly matched and blended, through hush labor.
I enjoyed my own house's gardens, my pretty haven, of most adored flowers,
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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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Winter
by Omar Chohan
The days grow shorter as winter comes
The nights become longer as winter runs
The sun hides behind the clouds
As the cold north winds rush across the town
Darkness enthralls the sky and shadows cover the earth
The trees lose their foliage and the naked branches, present a dearth
Each year winter comes and eventually goes away
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When the Sun Appears
by Wayne Hebb
After a stretch of
Rain, drizzle and fog
It’s like an old friend
One you haven’t seen in
A long, long time
At first, it’s a bit awkward
Thinking about what to
Say, how to act then you
Relax and accept the
Friendship that was and
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The four seasons
by matthew ramsey
Spring, the cool morning air.
The world awakening from a deep slumber
Of cold and depression.
The chirping birds, the melting snow
freeing the ground from its frosty grasps.
Summer, the burning air at noon.
Drying of the lands, burning the endless plains.
Bringing new life, while burning away the old.
The summer heat endless and scorching.
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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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