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Maria Feb 9
I’d like to talk about spring,
About nature’s breathe with fresh
And breezy mornings, sunny days,
About feelings in spring plesh.

I’d like to talk about love,
The one that takes you all, in whole!
It’s in your heart! It is inside!
It makes a magic just for all!

I’d like to talk about myself,
The one that I don’t even know,
About myself with different fate…
But truly, I guess I’d better go.
hiba sajid Feb 3
I want to float
In the midst of the ocean
On a bright summer morning.

But not so bright that sharp rays of the sun poke into my eye
And not too windy that waves of wind come crashing into my ears.
Just the right amount of breeze and sunshine.
And I’ll be all right.
Man Jan 24
High above the valley
Nestled amongst the trees;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.

Shining down from the peaks
In the afterglow of the moon;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.

From the bough an echo whispers
Like the song the swallow sings;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.

On bright & sunny days
I grieve the hardest then;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.

Happy memories
To the dearly departed
Zelda Jan 2
⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️

I’m not suicidal,
I fear death.

I think about dying—
it's always a vivid, beautiful, sunny day.

I just want to bleed, cuts under the skin.
I just want to starve, protruding bones.
I just want to disappear, non-existent.

I’m trying to get my affairs in order,
to tend to my responsibilities,
to care for my loved ones
just in case.

I’m not suicidal,
at least, I don’t think I am.

I fear death.
Jan 1 2025
*Trigger warning ⚠️*
When did the sun start setting,
Before 5:50 at night?
Missing the sun right now.
Hebert Logerie Nov 2024
It is sunny
It is raining, it is thundering
It is autumn
From waking up to sleeping.
The leaves are dry and passive
And the flowers are dead and inactive
Later, it is snowing
The neighbors of the inn
See the deer pass by
All the holy day long
And during the whole evening
We feel the change of the nerves
To welcome the new season
Where we are far from the harvest.

We can hear from very far away
The wind humming in the hay
The vibrations are not monotonous
Since the hummingbirds of the hills
Make their spectacular presence felt
And the poets in the imaginary gardens
Describe everything that happens
In the country where the mass
Remains insensitive, benighted and glaikit
And where the elected corruptors boast.
It is sunny
It is raining, it is thundering
It is autumn
From waking up to sleeping.

P.S. Translation Of ‘Les Cantiques Antiques De L’Automne’.

Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Robert J Howard Nov 2024
48 going on 50.

Staring at the ceiling.

The ***** crack.

No sleep.

Feeling numb.

Arm outstretched.

Rip.
A friend.
Wintertime is cold
Chilly, cold, might even snow
Wear your winter gear


Springtime is anew
Flowers bloom and warmer days
Blue skies with Sunrays


Summer is Humid
Hot, Exhausting, and Draining,
Uncomfortable


Autumn resembles
Cooler temps and shorter days
A time for Harvest



B.R.
Date: 10/12/2024
MetaVerse Jul 2024

          Summerlight sunflight—
     singsonging songbirds singing,
winging blue heaven.

David P Carroll Jun 2024
The sun is shining
So bright so take
My hands
And we'll listen to the
Birds chirping in the Morning sunlight and
Every moment with you
Brings so much
Happiness and delight
And your the only girl
Who will stay in my heart always and forever.
Sunshine ☀️☀️🌞🌞
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