Seasons Poems
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,
......
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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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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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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the strongest one is me
by Evnaul Fox
you think that you are strong
but i see right through you
your heart is a glass shell
hollow and empty, a ghost in hell
you wear your coldness like a badge
but an emotional fool is what you are
because you think that you are strong
when really you are not
you think that you are brave
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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.
......
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,
......
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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