surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Uniqueness of Seasons
Oh the beauty of the seasons Each one with it's own specific reasons Winter springing as Summer is falling Look at the sounds of Memory, calling. Feel the warmth as a summer breeze blows Washing us over, from our head to our toes. Remember the laughter spent in summer days bright As children dance with glee into the summer night. As August comes to an end you should know, Summer is the season in which life and friendships grow. Oh the beauty of the seasons Each one with it's own specific reasons Winter springing as Summer is falling Look at the sounds of Memory, calling. Autumn is here now and summer is over Kids return to school another year older. This is the season where change happens most The beauty in the changes, her greatest boast. We gather around while the world outside is dying Giving thanks for each other, while others are crying. Oh the beauty of the seasons Each one with it's own specific reasons Winter springing as Summer is falling Look at the sounds of Memory, calling. Old man Winter arrives with a storm Beating us down, making us worn. But then the storm is over and snow covers the ground. Frozen crystals hang from the trees, beauty all around. Winter has washed the dead of the land snow white. A reminder of the power of the perfect work of Christ. Oh the beauty of the seasons Each one with it's own specific reasons Winter springing as Summer is falling Look at the sounds of Memory, calling. As old man Winter blows away Spring brings life with each new day. A gentle breeze blows in the honey bees That love the very trees that make you sneeze. Rain drops splatter with every April shower, Working with the Sun to give life to every flower. Oh the beauty of the seasons Each one with it's own specific reasons Winter springing as Summer is falling Look at the sounds of Memory, calling. Winter covers Autumn's death with beautiful snow white And Spring brings the rain to give us life. As life lives through the summer we continue to grow, And Autumn reminds us of things we don't want to know: There is a beauty to change and even in death, So long as you live for Him who gives rest. Oh the beauty of the seasons Each one with it's own specific reasons Winter springing as Summer is falling Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.
By Ab_rasheed Africa 3 years ago in Poets
The Beauty of the Seasons
The Beauty of the Seasons In the heart of every year, There are four seasons that appear. Each with its own unique way, Of coloring the world in a different way. Spring is the season of new beginnings, When flowers bloom and birds start singing. The world awakens from its winter sleep, And everything is fresh and new, a treasure to keep. Summer brings warmth and sun, Beaches, pools, and lots of fun. The days are long, the nights are short, A time for outdoor sports and play of all sort. Autumn paints the world in hues of red and gold, Leaves fall gently, stories yet to be told. A season of harvest, apples, and pumpkins too, A time for family, gratitude, and great food. Winter arrives with a cold embrace, Covering the world in a snowy lace. A time for quiet, reflection, and peace, As the world slows down and the cold winds increase. Each season has its own special charm, A time to embrace, to love, to learn. And as the world turns through every year, We can appreciate the beauty of each season near. For in every season, there is something new, A wonder to behold, a memory to pursue. So let us cherish each and every one, For the beauty of the seasons has only just begun.
By Ab_rasheed Africa 3 years ago in Poets
