Leaf – Romanticism #1

The Leaf of Spring , so bright was born,

Clothed in green , beautiful and forlorn.

She danced to tune of the wind,

The breeze holding her and making her spin.

She gently moved from side to side,

Bending to the breeze , to his wants she abides.

The breeze let her down with a gentle kiss,

She found herself , alone with only the mist.

 

The Leaf of Autumn , such a change in her,

A beautiful hue of orange – yellow for sure.

Little blushed from her spring romance,

She held on tight, for her breeze she glanced.

The breeze took away so lightly,

But she moved away so shyly.

The wind blew with all its might,

And brought back leaf & breeze , such a pretty sight.

 

The Leaf of Summer – old she has become,

So withered and browned , her days have come.

Even the harsh is wind is unable to shake her,

Her lover breeze unwilling to take her.

She s barely just hanging on,

Her happy days were long gone.

But just as she was about fall,

Her lover breeze took her and they had their last ball.

 

The Leaf of Winter – frozen on her spot,

Her body so cold as ice on the floor.

Her gentle breeze kissed her lips,

A drop of rain he cried , for her he was going to miss.

She melted away into drops of dew,

Each of her drop the breeze took , she knew.

This was the way they always stayed together,

Till spring came back and brought them back to each other. 

Butte

With steep slopes and big walls,

A protective barrier , one can call.

An unreachable top, so flat and high

How long would it take for a person to climb?

So impenetrable & gigantic to see,

Overlooking the valley as silent as it can be.

So awe-striking , what could it be?

A Butte , standing so majestically.

 

 

 

 

Ambiance – Acrostic # 3 – [ THURSDAY POETRY RALLY WEEK 46 ]

Along the coasts of the beach,

Mesmerizing with a beautiful view,

Beneath the starry sky,

Involved in conversations , people sight.

A cool breeze slightly hits,

No one there seemed to miss,

Coming together were the fire flies,

Elegantly they slowly flew by.

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Zap – Haiku # 35

I stared up and saw,

A flock of birds flying round,

Zap! I was in awe.

My Shack

I set of on an exploration,

Not knowing my intention,

Into the forest i ventured,

Eager to capture a glimpse of a leopard,

I walked on and on,

 Not known where i have gone,

My legs aching ,

I had no clue what i was thinking,

The sky was turning black,

So heavy my ruck sack,

Exhausted i turned back,

Thankfully i found a shack.

 

Water Fury – [ Poetry Potluck week 37 ]

A mistake we did ,

The waters we spoilt,

The fury of the GODS,

Is one none can survive.

The GODS start a tsunami , 

It’s every man’s misery,

It hits out hard,

The main land like a bomb it bombards!

The uncontrollable waves,

Slash all over the place,

Then after a mighty leap,

The water fury heads back to it’s space.

Floods – [ Poetry Potluck week 37 ] – Haiku # 35

An overflow of rain,

The rising water floods out,

A misery it is.

Thunderstorms – [ Poetry Potluck week 37 ] – Sonnet # 3

A blinding flash,

An enormous roar,

The thunder hits,

It’s anger to the core.

The clouds turn black,

The houses turned to shack,

The sky turns grey,

The harsh winds slay everything in it’s way.

A tsunami hits,

The hurricane flits,

The lightening flashes,

Nature’s disasters clashes.

An enormous roar,

The thunder’s anger to the core.

Bliss – Haiku #24

The humming of bees,

The taste of pure , sweet nectar,

A delicious bliss.

Fisherman – Haiku # 22

Bobbing up and down,

The fisherman sails up ashore,

A huge catch I see.