Tag: Poem

Shades of Blue, No. 2

Slipping from my weary soulthis grey cloak of diseaseLost within, body riddled with painI struggle to regain my sense of worth, of purpose After fighting for my life, spirit now rebornFor I am whole again, blanketed in shades of blue dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille… Continue Reading “Shades of Blue, No. 2”

Pale Moon Sighed

Pale moon sighed when Monarchs came fluttering in on a weightless breeze with delicate wings tattered and torn from their arduous journey. And though their lifespan short these winged ones came to offer hopeA continuum of life and certain death washed in shades of autumn’s blush of crimson, gamboge, and… Continue Reading “Pale Moon Sighed”

#Haiku: Morning Glory Blues

Happiness is NOW! It isn’t tomorrow. It isn’t yesterday. Happiness is like a morning glory: Yesterday’s won’t bloom again; tomorrow’s hasn’t opened yet. Only today’s flower can be enjoyed today. Be happy this very moment, and you’ll learn how to be happy always.- Goswami… Continue Reading “#Haiku: Morning Glory Blues”

The One Stark Truth

“No matter how many plans you make or how much in control you are, life is always winging it.”  ― Carroll Bryant The days are finally cooler so I find myself spending more time in the garden. There is a lot to do in fall… Continue Reading “The One Stark Truth”

Forever

Forever has only just begun with each precious day that passes on Diamond stars still sparkle in blue night sky, Golden sun still shines happy and gayPearl moon still croons to hidden lovers and as each magical season passes by, another comes to take… Continue Reading “Forever”

#Tanka: Harvest Moon

harvest moon risingheralding in sparse autumnthe healing seasonfor land and man, fish and fowlrustling crimson leaves fallingwhile mother earth rests Frank J. Tassone Haikai Challenge #158: Harvest Moon Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #197: Tanka

Poetry as the Mockingbird Sings

“My heart is like a Mockingbird, it sings of your enthralling soul every now and then. And, even when I yearn to evade the lyric. I can’t. Because, as it turns out, it’s a sin to kill a Mockingbird.” ― Mohit Kaushik |Yenugwar| Poetry as the… Continue Reading “Poetry as the Mockingbird Sings”