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 Oct 2022 ryn
Cheryl Ann Warner
Colorful days, sweet nights
Take time to pause
Leaves are changing

Leaves are turning a new page
You have to forget all the rage
Take time to pause

Leaves are changing
Leaves are changing
Leaves are changing

Here you are in a new day
It don’t matter which way
Forget what others say
Leaves are changing

Colorful days
Sweet, sweet nights
Colorful days

Watch the leaves
Changes are on the way
Forget what others say
Live for today

Autumn leaves
Autumn leaves
Autumn leaves
Leaves are turning

Watch the leaves turning
A new life is burning
Changes are on the way
Forget what others say
Leaves are changing,
A pure white dinner taper candle
Sits in a rusty old tin soup can.
It does put out a brilliant light,
But who will ever see it
In this rubble of a desert
Where the tortoises hold sway.

Who lit the flame and walked away?
Who did they think the light would save?
They must have known how hard the wind
Rampages over empty land
And that the flame would disappear
In less time than it takes to sigh.

And yet somehow the candle glows
Impervious and proudly tall.
It’s shadow dances on the sand
And flickers in the breezes.
There must be some soul healed by this
And I suspect that one is me.
ljm
I can't seem to get anything to post anymore. Is it HP or my Mac???
 Oct 2022 ryn
Donna
True Love Always
 Oct 2022 ryn
Donna
Don’t worry my love
I can’t take your pain away
But I’ll hold your hand

❤️

(Dedicated to my lovely husband the love of my life)
My husband has osteoarthritis in his knee and a pulled ligament in his other knee his in so much pain but his a fighter and a warrior as everyday he still goes to work even though his in awful pain , I feel frustrated at times cause i cannot take his pain away but will always support him and help him as much as I can *** True Love Always is a phase me & my husband have used since the day we met and over the years our true love always as grown and grown so big it’s truly True love always **
I want my words back, Lord -
The ones you’ve locked
Up in the furthest corners
Of my wounded mind.

The ones I have to search
For endless seconds to discover
Hiding in the brambles and the fog
That renders me an imbecile.

I need to have my language back.
There are visions I must paint
In vocabulary’s medium
On the canvas of my life.

Please give me back my words again
I can’t go on while this bereft,
Not knowing what to call a flower
That I planted years ago.

So on my knees beseeching you
Unlock the vault that hides my words
And let me be who I once was
So I can find my way back home.
ljm
It doesn't seem to be getting any better. Sorry for whining
 Oct 2022 ryn
Glenn Currier
I watched the squirrels chase each other
along the long limbs of the cedar elm
as its leaves fell sporadically
silently whispering
the approach of autumn.

I took a deep breath of cool air
thinking thanks
for mother earth
her gentle breeze stirred the trees
leaves slow dancing with the sun.

I sit comfortably pleased by the pleasance
of this bright day
and the final flowering of sage.
 Oct 2022 ryn
Sarita Aditya Verma
Hello poetry site
Diminishing its light
Brilliant its soul

When it is cold outside
Keeps the thoughts warm
In drafts or posts

To write and read a post
A task, too many times
With diminishing light

What will it take
To light up the site
With a brilliant soul

Methods I keep trying
Safe it works, sometimes fail
Frail the sever, it trails

Through Logins and logouts
And errors found
In history I keep
The latest and trending posts

The homepage sits empty
Many a times
What will it take to light up the site

Hello poetry site
Faint its heart
Breathing slow
What will it take to light up the site
With a brilliant soul
 Oct 2022 ryn
Em
3:00 am
 Oct 2022 ryn
Em
For a moment in
this handheld darkness
the world is but
an option
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