Measuring time
Like money
It’s running out
Wasting away
Slowly fading
Handle with care
Frugally spend
Syllabic Verse
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The Teacher
I heard His words echo “Follow,
Follow Me” and my heart told me go,
Go, leave the chaos, Follow Him,
Him, who knows all there is to know.
Loop and Syllabic Rhyme
OctPoWriMo Day 11
My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.” John 10:27
“Homeless. Anything Helps”
I see you
Walking about
Standing on the street corner
Holding a cardboard sign that says
It all
Cinquain
Letting Go
Nature shows us
Letting go
Can be beautiful
Syllable Lune
“Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.” —Author Unknown
The Welcoming
October
Flew in this morn
Trees waved their greeting
Leaves danced around her feet
The sun
Welcomed her with a bright kiss
Banishing morning dew
As roses bowed
Their heads
Butterfly Cinquain
September
As fast as she came,
She left us.
Another Goodbye
Syllable Lune
Walking Uphill
Step by step
You will make it soon
Fortitude
Certitude
Determined steps always
Keep moving forward
Shadorma
This poem is based on an experience I had this summer where I faced a block walk up a steep hill, i had already walked nearly 4 miles, it was a hot day, I had no water with me, there was no place to stop and rest. I was tempted to quit, turn around, give up, but I didn’t and I am glad. It was difficult but I made it, slowly, one step at a time. And, as I look back now that was one of my best days, as I felt I had accomplished something that at the time seemed impossible.
Sometimes life is that way. Sometimes we want to just quit, give up, stop caring, stop trying, for just getting through the day seems like we are walking up a steep hill, with no place to stop and take a break, no refreshment or reprieve in sight, but if we keep moving forward, slowly, we will make it—one step at a time.
Never. Ever. Give Up.
In the Latter Season of Life
In the Fall season of life
It seems the sun wanes,
It’s lost its strength.
It doesn’t cast warm rays as long,
Nor with as great intensity,
As when in its summer season
Of life.
Then it was so bright and strong,
Vibrant, heated, remaining long,
But now it’s lost it’s fervor.
Yet, it still shines.
It still rises.
It still does what it was created to do.
It gives light,
Even though limited.
It doesn’t give up.
It shows up.
Do you?
Free Verse
Autumn Arrives
Once again
Autumn visits us
Abounding
In color
Leaves fall at her entrance
Blushing from her touch
Shadorma
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. —Albert Camus
Summer Says Goodbye
Sunflowers bowing
Clouds shed tears
Summer’s final day
Syllable Lune
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 