Tag: Poetry

Autumn years

 

Does Autumn have an

Autumn and if so what is

Autumn’s Autumn called?

 

by Scooj

Lovers

 

In the Autumn shade

a young couple share kisses;

in oblivion.

 

by Scooj

Legacy

 

In a hundred years

will we be thought of as the

thieves of their future?

 

Scooj

Porky scratchings

 

A guilty pleasure

that shortens one’s life

serves to enrich it.

 

by Scooj

Heavenly

 

On days like this one

mortals are elevated

to the height of Gods.

 

by Scooj

Borrowed time

 

Summer’s last hurrah

new leaves unfurl, unprepared

for September’s chill.

 

by Scooj

VW

 

It’s the deceit that

really galls; so arrogant

you forgot what counts.

 

by a very angry Scooj

Interweb

 

It must be Autumn,

there’s no need to step outside,

Google told me so.

 

by Scooj

Bamboozled

 

Searching for sunlight

running roots crack through asphalt;

irrepressible.

 

by Scooj

Trenches

 

A scrawled note to loved

ones before the whistle blows

then over the top.

 

by Scooj