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Autumn To MeWhat is my favorite part of autumn? The trees changing The leaves fallingAutumn To Me
I think it's the color pallet Red, yellows, Orange leaves
The patterns they make As they dance In the wind
And the beautiful, leafy mosaics That nature creates With its own death
Fall is the precursor To winter To snow
The dying trees have one last hurrah To say goodbye To summer
To color To life And to warmth
by *ThePoetryofDA
FaithFaith is a funny thing. It can feed patience when a friend's left waiting, and strength when things are rough. It can help people make tough choices, it can keep an unrequited love alive, and it can sometimes make a little enough.Faith
Faith allows us to believe in things we cannot see: Faith in God, for instance, for me, or aliens, for the one who wants to believe there's something else better than humanity. Don't you ever look to the future to be good on faith alone?
Faith can be concrete too. Like the friend you can always have faith in to come through,
by *ThePoetryofDA
StrongerFive years is a long time to wait, but I’ve been waiting on you forever. I've been sitting on your doorstep since before I could tie my shoes, waiting for the sun to come out, waiting for the phone to ring, waiting for your smile to bloom. Nothing could ever make you happy, but a smile from you would light me up for days.Stronger
Summers were our haven, because you enjoyed being the destructive one and the sunlight made your broken bits shine even brighter. We would sneak out of our houses once the sun had set just to lay in the wet grass and tell stories of the things weighing us down, but it never seemed to make you hurt any less.
by *ThePoetryofDA
Old PhotographsFaded memories and old faces Are lost to time Black and white and sepia Tone photos that have aged They lay preserved Under plastic or in ornate frames Decorating offices Homes RoomsOld Photographs
They remind us of what’s past Of happy times And relatives that have passed Looking at the colorless scenes We return in our minds Relive those memories Reconnect with a part of ourselves That has faded to black and white We see the world through sepia tinted glasses And for a moment We live In the Past
We live in
by *ThePoetryofDA
2. Mimicry. You started out chasing butterflies with strawberry baskets in hand, so insignificant in their own right Barefoot splashing in the tides of winding creeks, taking shortcuts to stepping stones Your dreams were as big as the clouds you never even took the time to gaze upon, With eyes sparkling in the midday sun, a childlike ferocity held deep within your core shone through your every step2. Mimicry
.. The signs always pointed you down the right paths, safe and sound from the world asunder Sunlight framed your face in a perfect eclipse while you called for natures shams to grace your flesh The untrodden breadth
by *ThePoetryofDA
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Halloweensomething happens on the 31st, the night seems to darken with fear, the carved pumpkins sit around, and a frightful silence you can hear.Halloween
the children come around, transformed into creatures of nasty, gathering up their candy, looking ever so ghastly.
the moon bathes down, the frightful werewolf greets it, witches riding sky high, in a tremendous cackling fit.
They call it Halloween, a time of all things scary, having fun dressing up, in things slimy and hairy.
by ~BuggerWhat
HalloweenJoin me on a journey ,let us travel to the past Remember people of the time, might think this night their lastHalloween
Was it superstition ,or was evil lurking near Just imagination, or did they have real cause for fear
Why huddle around a bonfires light Or stay locked inside their homes all night
They called the night all hallows eve But what was it made them believe
That spirits walked abroad this night & they should hide away in fright
If we could ask what would they say Why did they treat that night this way
Well I have my own theory
by ~sinisterfin
Misery Always KnowsThere is a black misery that follows you round Turns, looks you up and down This charcoal mist wherever you go Because misery always knowsMisery Always Knows
You walk around the yellowed streets The pavement wet, up close looks cheap You long for colour to lift you out In search of brightness, you scream and shout
You come across a garden, wonderfully in bloom It's like Valentine's Day again, red roses loom If only you cared for Valentine's Day If only someone cared for you
Technicolor now fails leaving you with only black and white If you're lucky you will find t
by ~Stickman3
Hidden FlightIt was the moment when you showed me yourHidden Flight
Emerald wings. I was forever lost in the
beauty of a world I never knew existed. Then you let me follow,
revealing to me the Silver
feathers of myself, so that together we could share the skies.
And now I see that it
was only a dream.
Your shoulders never
carried the blessing of
Emerald flight, any more than mine carried the blessing
of Silver. And yet when you
look at me, it is as if
you know something that I
do not, something you expect me to understand. &n
by *Silvercharmed
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And it burns a hole through everyone that feels it
-Blue and Yellow, The Used
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Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
The Tyger
The Songs of Experience
If harsh is needed, harsh is needed.
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And it burns a hole through everyone that feels it
-Blue and Yellow, The Used
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Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
The Tyger
The Songs of Experience
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And it burns a hole through everyone that feels it
-Blue and Yellow, The Used
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May your footsteps set you upon a lifetime journey of love.
May you wake each day with his blessings, and sleep each night in his keeping.
And may you always walk in his tender love!
thank you very much for your time,
Ice King
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