#fleeting poems on Hello Poetry

Him Jan 2021

How?

How fleeting is my lady's beauty? How fleeting is the pride of younger days? When we had laugh and cried with candied serenity all the same. How fleeting are those youthful days, now my lady and I are old and grey.

#lady #old #how #fleeting #beauty #day

Maria Etre Jan 2021

Maps

It was a fleeting moment
that took me with it

#fleeting #float #moment #him #take #me #poem #poetry

Jaxey Dec 2020

warmth in the winter

like a warm breath
on a winters day
giving shelter
just to fade away
you were inviting
and something new
and inevitably
too good to be true

#warm #winter #breath #fleeting #lie

John McCafferty Dec 2020

Cherish

Done are the days of May
You could say we moved on
Spent into early retirement
As raw breaths fade away
All there is is change

The importance of a moment
Instilled inside this frame
To have and to hold in exchange
Consumed to idle eyes
A gift for you and I

The view of which describes
Is fleeting if you let it pass by
Who you are and what to do
Escapism clasps many masks
Only shown to grace the task of life

(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)

#days #moved #into #departure #breaths #change #importance #instilled #fleeting #masks

Kvothe Nov 2020

Clockwork Cosmos

Stardust complexities
s
       h
i
       m
m
       e
r
out in golden blue.
The exacting clockwork of the cosmos ticks
ponderously
in Kepler seconds.

Chronology here is kept by
the
pendulous
sway
of
planets.

Aeons as minutes.

We are just dust
on the gears.

Galactic flecks,
swept up
in the filigree pirouette of an
astronomical timepiece.
Here, but not here.
Q        .
.        U
A        .
.        N
T         .
.        U
M        .
and fleeting.

Feedback would be great!

#cosmos #universe #time #fleeting #galaxy #spacetime #clock #clockwork

Strying Nov 2020

Angel

One last breath.
A moment,
Fleeting.
Your face frozen
In my mind
an angel,
fallen from heaven,
and now,
returned.

:c

#breath #death #fleeting #frozen #mind #angel #heaven

Astrea Oct 2020

numbers & figures

numbers & figures are
nothing more than a flicker
of the winter chimney's smoky snicker;
fleeting as the sad beggar's liquor &
grandmother's empty wicker
chair, rocking with the gentle gale
breezing past rootless weeds
to settle on the frozen well —
Farewell, numbers & figures.

Sometimes I think I'm too fixated on numbers & figures, so this is a poem to remind myself not to be so caught up with them because 1. they do not define me and 2. they are as fickle as a breeze, might as well stop caring so much on fleeting things.

#fleeting #numbers #winter #liquor #farewell #reconcile #figures

Astrea Oct 2020

Spring

Fickle is the
swirling haze of purple clouds
whispering phantom pleasure of a fleeting crowd
soft lilac and sorrowful wisteria
musing with the late spring’s hysteria

I am posting poems with pictures to better conjure the imagination in my poetic instagram account! You can find me in @xsummerblues if any of you are interested :)))

#spring #fickle #change #sorrow #muse #fleeting #hysteria #melancholy #remorse #sad