Thread: Change (september entry)

this line is striking for me.... seems that in the busy world with so much going on we hardly notice that the days move so fast...time is so little.

Seems in these later days sun sets faster than I recall.
It used to take forever for summer to become fall.

Walking through the park, a group sees a butterfly coming out of its cocoon.
As it ascends their faces show sad smiles over a spring that will end too soon.

i love this poem especially this line...it says so much with out even trying

^^ Wow! this was really nice.
I love how you covered so many aspects of change. And you did so, with a style of writing that both told a story while ellaborating on imagery. So descriptive, and you seemed to have touched on even the sallest details without over working it, or making it too wordy. Bravo!

This is amazing you ellaborated very well and the way you expressed the changes that go on is great. I like this poem alot, it's both amazing and beautiful.

Originally Posted by beast

Love is lost, children our becoming adults before you see them grow.
Such are things only the passing of years are truly able to show.

Seems in these later days sun sets faster than I recall.
It used to take forever for summer to become fall.

Walking through the park, a group sees a butterfly coming out of its cocoon.
As it ascends their faces show sad smiles over a spring that will end too soon.

Standing on an ancient Greek battlefield I hear a faint sound.
Not a thing in the sky to cry, the lament is from the ground.
Listening carefully to hear, this is what it had to say;
“They fought hard in the rain as thunder cracked and Zeus’s arrows flew.
Several who were bad and also good did not make it through.
But so long ago even they who survived have passed away.”

Kiyomizu temple’s grand trees are set ablaze in Autumn as leaves turn.
Seeing it fills me with a sense of awe, all that escapes my mouth is “wow.”
As the leaves flare furiously I realize my heart also starts to burn.
Those I love will not last forever, and are never more precious than now..

It is a shame as the days go by faster we get slow,
A man with a scythe and hour glass reminds us soon we go.

dude love the poem it is so cool haw u can come up with this stuff!!!!!