Time

*Alliteration Poem – Time*

5th Oct’17  ~by Venkat
Talons, treacherous, talons, tired

Treacherous, time takes the tooth

Timeless tresspasses, timely treason

Tossed talons, tremulous trees

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Of Folded Dreams

grass, of soft fabric

        gave me the sky

                 laid on a sunrise

                               sown in my heart

Circle of Life

the heights I grew

on my younger thoughts

 

the strengths I built

into my older feelings

Never Enough

Wake up exhausted.
Fend off fatigue all day long.
Go to bed. Repeat.

The Cycle of Life

A seed in time

Slowly germinates, slowly develops

A snip here, a snip there

A prune here, a prune there

 

A beautiful seedling it develops into like Spring

Sometimes bending, sometimes straight

Other times crooked

On rare occasions, a  support given to strengthen it

Spin

spin

     we do

and

     we do

and

     we do

As Fires Keep

Rise, these eyes, as feathers rise
Fly, these truths, as clouds fly
Stop, these shadows dark, as birds stop

Higher Ground

what good of my love
with no lovelorn around

what good of my calm
with no dissent around

Wheels We Are On

Legs, do we need
When our lives move on
On the wheels set by nature

Sorrow to Life

Burn away,

Vaporise,

the ocean

of my sorrow,

let it rise,

condensing into

clouds of hope,

Windows

rings of fire
titillate from far
meant to fuse into air
in excitement we approach
glued into loops of glowing wonder
so lost for breath in fumes
we lose into the burns
to enter another
dark fantasy

Let There Always Be

let there always be
little shortfall to see
a strong need to fulfil
inspiration to instill

Haiku: Shape of Life

Life goes in circle
Who think it to be a line
And vice versa

Nonet: Another day

(Closest I could find. Via Pinterest)

Tele antenna, slow metronome

The feathered leaf perches content

Atop the world he heralds

Cycle Of Success

Practice makes perfect
An ideal to live by
Three words to reflect
Seems hard if you try

Secret of human success
Lies in good habit
Thoughts not in excess
But repeated in cycles to fit

It is the Law of nature too
To recur events with season
If you think it through
No cycle occurs without reason