Seasons Poems
An hour, A day, A time and A year
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
Of time 'twas told that seasons be;
A time for all activity.
An hour for birth, an hour to die.
To laugh and play, an hour to cry.
An hour to kill, an hour to heal;
An hour to tear, an hour to seal.
An hour to wail, an hour to dance...
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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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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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The Rise of Fall
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In the hour when senile summer breathes her last,
The vim of her ego births a somnolent child.
Rising forth from the yawning pit of newness,
Dyed with shades of seasonal confetti,
Fall rises with a spectrumed diadem.
October reigns with a high degree of splendour,
Braiding strands of leaves with threads of gold.
Seasons and life
by Dammika Chandani
Monotony of dull white in frozen days
and naked trees covered in snow flakes
In blossoming spring with divine promises
get it's colours in pastel shades
Dancing woods in green shoals
with singing flowers in fresh air.
vibrant colours and fragrance to cherish
Summer is the time of infinite fun
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The end of summer
by Mario Odekerken
The cicadas hush their final song,
the daylight fades,no longer long.
A cooler wind begins to play,
and sweeps the golden heat away.
The leaves blush early,touched by flame,
as if the trees forget their name.
The skies turn soft with evening's hue,
a gentler shade of fading blue.
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fading winter spring
by Rikske Kessner
Winter’s Retreat
Iron winds fall still,
frost loosens the emerald earth —
sun spills golden fire.
Spring’s Arrival
Blossoms crown the boughs,
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Fulcrum of a Rose
by Ghairo Daniels
my soul-rose has a fulcrum
sometimes
veined petals spread across
skies unknown, thorns ready
for piercing when blood
too perfumed passionate
both melancholic forlorn
vulnerable as jasmine or sturdy
as oak delivering acorns
unfurling as time dictates
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Continue readingas 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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