JULY: ♥ for the love of seasons♥

Nov 2014

Jayanta

It is the time of celebration
for the Good health of our guest!
They arrive at our village a week back,
Now they are roaming around
Over the sprawling wetland and grass land
With joy and shindig,
Their call makes everything melodic and wonderful!
Everyone is happy
They said that
“Visit of the guest indicates there
will be good weather in next summer” !
So they will celebrate for the good health of honey guest
in next full moon night
though   God’s own way !

It is dedicated to the villagers of North East India who take care and celebrate the visit of migratory bird to their villages in winter.

#good #people #own #way #health #gods #bird #ne #guestcelebration #migratory

Nov 2014

Jordan

That's What You Get

And with each new boy that came and went,

She hardened her heart just a bit.

And now, it no longer beats.

Her body, it no longer heats.

She walks around with a hole that was supposed to be filled by someone.

Hope you're all happy, seeing what you have done.

Now, she will never get a chance to experience that joy,

And girls, that's what you get for wasting your hopeful hearts, on a bunch of foolish boys.

Protect your hearts.

#love #broken #boys #girls #hearts

Nov 2014

Musfiq us shaleheen

hopes of leaves

~~
new born coconut leaves
standing on the head of the tree
a mild north chill breeze blowing
raising sunlight reflects between the leaves

the falling light playing on the meadows
the growing day in to the fog's shadows

the new moody breeze growing a little
the cowboys wandering with the cattle
the boy is very crazy with his flying kite,
the birds are too busy within the day's light

I am wondering through the shadows
and finding my hopes within the meadows
when thousands of kites flying in the sky
there love growing on her gloomy eyes

where there a few of dreams coming
as the light falling between the leaves
where there thousands of whirling
hopes uttering in to the breeze
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

hopes of leaves

#love #dream #hope #light #leaves #moving

Nov 2014

oni

12 pink roses.

you were so
beautiful
that i compared you
to a flower

but i forgot
that flowers withered
until the day
that you died

#love #heartbreak #life #death #beautiful #beauty #flower #emptiness #wither

Nov 2014

Silence Screamz

Into Me

Stand fell weep
No falter at all
Bruised on the side
Hardest to fall

Crashed and broken
Picked you up
Holding tight

Different race
******* lace

Fall into me

#up #fall #me #together #down #crash #into #pick

Nov 2014

Joe Cole

Mid Summers Day

They came down the shining mountain slopes
In robes of reds and golds
Moving lightly on their dancing feet
Their happy laughter filled the air

Along the forest paths came others of their kind
Dressed in robes of russet green
Singing the sweetest kind of songs

All gathered in the sunlit glade
Beside the crystal stream
Then accompanied by golden harps
The elven host began to sing

They sang of past winters vicious bite
Sang of the beauty that was spring
The sweetest songs of midsummers day
And of the bounty autumn then would bring

Garlands of wild flowers
Were twisted in their hair
And the songs of birds and insects
Reverberated in the air

Honey cakes were eaten
Horns of mead were drunk
For some the water of the crystal stream
Was used their thirst to quench

Long into the evening
They danced and sang their songs
Now the glade was lit by fireflies
Dancing to the harpen strum

Suddenly came silence
Suddenly the elven folk were gone
Suddenly they had all slipped away
Midsummer day was done

Nov 2014

wordvango

always seeing

I am always seeing the seasons changing
the hottest summer breeze fall leaves
cold winter snows spring roses
dawns and darkness
crimson ochres
grasses green drenching
clear drop rains, ice and cold,
turning reds and oranges fallen leaves
your eyes being the clearset
green of forests the scent
of wintergreen freshness of a lucky Irish lad on spartan turf seeing
his love. His four leaf (c)lover.

Nov 2014

nivek

love can be a cold drink

lumps of wind hazy horizon
love comes disguised
tapping on the window-
move your short sight
and see with your mind
love can be a cold drink
slating a thirst
you cant put your finger on

Nov 2014

Ady

Winter's Embrace

I want to dance to Frank Sinatra's tunes
this cold time of the year.
With our feet bare on the kitchen tiles,
with a handful of each other and our heads
reclining for support on our shoulders.
I want to stay there until the early hours of the next day
with a soft silence and cozy smile;
just us muting the world for this little while.

When we soon run out of music, we'll simply sway
like an anchored boat on a breezy day
and all I'll need will be the steady beat of your heart
because to me you are a mellow melody always
and throughout the disarray of my life.

Just for this night let's sway in each others embrace;
let's dance the frigid winter nights away.

Because it's cold and I'm cold and someday I'd love to do just this.
Thanks to Erenn for the lovely title suggestion!

#dance #music #cold #warm #lovewinter

Nov 2014

Jack

Autumn's hand

~

Winter’d wind doth cradle
O’ the daylight glow
Found to bend of spilling fragrance
Filtered o’er the earth below

Why the birth of seasons green
Claim yon saplings cast a’ ground
Brought o’er lonely sacrifice
O’ the whistling autumn’d sound

Splintering amidst the bands
Needles o’er the pines they seed
Following lo’ destined path
Of this earthen soil to feed

Days of time, o’er shortened length
Fell defeat O’ final stand
Feel the grasp on captured breeze
*Deeply held in autumn’s hand

Ok, I know, a little "olde world" just go with it. :)

Nov 2014

Elizabeth Squires

Goodly Share (Terzanelle Poem)

wet weather events are becoming rare
few of them venture to our location
we seemingly get not a goodly share

there is little or no precipitation
copious clouds don't form in rain bands
few of them venture to our location

so depleted of dampness these lands
yet acreages in England are sopping
copious clouds don't form in rain bands

we'd like lots of drops to be dropping
there's none to bring a beaming smile
yet acreages in England are sopping

the downpour provider walks not our mile
we look to the skies for some irrigation
there's none to bring a beaming smile

the soil's profile is lacking of saturation
we look to the skies for some irrigation
wet weather events are becoming rare
we seemingly get not a goodly share

Nov 2014

Therese Maryweather

Poetry

Is a poem a song you speak?
Is it the music of the soul?
Is it a random, over-analysed hypothesis?
Does it have meaning as a whole?

Does anybody care,
About the words we post on sites?
The pain that makes good poetry,
Does it make us parasites?

Do we **** the blood of sorrow,
Till its bitter juice is done?
A ton of bloated leeches,
Belching back the pain we've won?

Is my anguish worse than yours,
Because I write it like a song?
Do you care about my heart,
Because my sonnet reads so long?

Are my poems just graffiti,
On the tombs of poets dead?
Is a poem really better,
When it's torment that's been said?