cornea corn near
sheaf ear air
pair there pear
whose pitch peach

binge fringe cringe
hinge fridge ridge
sedge apostate
prostrate postdate

absalom phylum
hawthorne asylum
serum slum alumni
syrup alum

harm arm ham
yearn to alarm
heart warm hawthorne
hearth earth birth autumn

Pollutions,
corruptions
racism,
degradation.
The lists of misdeeds
is truly long indeed

The world is screaming,
nature's beauty is dying
her soul is suffocating
her body is bleeding

We keep on ravaging
consuming, raping
Blind to her pain,
our lust is insane

When will we realize
what we've done to her,
we do to ourselves
to our own future?!

We can pray,
hope and sing
but nothing is changing
when actions are missing.......

Open up and bloom,
Let your fragrance awaken
spring from autumn gloom.

Open up, don't droop
the winter chill has made way
for silken sunshine.

Open up your womb
to let a butterfly seek
your lovely pollen.

Open up and swing
till autumn trickles the leaves
to protect your seed.

Seasons come and go
yet soil will keep your fragrance
through eternities.

Open up and blush
charm the world with your beauty
within and without.

Bleary, blurry eyes,
Stuffy, red nose.
Dragging the legs,
with numbing toes.

Woozy head's dizzy,
sneezin' and sneezin'.
Fevered body's tizzy,
wheezin' and wheezin'.

Please don't start,
not all this pain,
Please don't start,
not the flu again!

Papa autumn wears a cloak
of yellow, gold and red.
A gust of winter whispers
to rest his weary head.

He sheds his outer garment,
which scatters on the floor.
'tis then he yields to slumber
and soon begins to snore.

His garb is spread in shambles
across the forest glade,
bejewelled with frosted dewdrops
where shafts of light cascade.

A little dormouse nestles
with nuts around his chest.
He's curled up nice and cosy
inside his woven nest.

Always be careful during extreme floods
Getting home is joyous

Keep looking more now
Or probably question routes

Stand tall understand views
Without xeric yellow zones

Poem two:-

Always a good place to start
Before the others read this
Can’t rely on them being kind to me

Desperate days bring many words
Every day I think of more to do
Fancy here on Neopoet finding you

Grant you we have talked for many years
Having lived a similar life of fears
It’s so good to have someone to talk to

I admired him from afar,
watching
through a window
of time

our first contact
bled with the intenseness
of a crash,
admiration
was thrown and seeds
of contempt grew

Days went by
side looks stared
into the target,
but disdain and ire
waned to nothing
but sparks of ego

the second introduction,
it bound by the rules
of Utopian society,
a new conversation
of light and song
of love gone wrong

Started.

swoon tide
on a frozen day
we rode the hurry
bus whose engine
stopped purring
clamboring hills
and buck dales

the aged and the
filly youth
cursing behind
smiles
as we sped
past crevasses
full of morning
daze

The veil of night
slips away
as the sun
returns to glory.

Its warm caress
clears the dew
bathing the land
in golden hue

Revealing the world
in a riot of colours
to celebrate life
with euphoria.....

Because there is no laughter
in the morning,
the flowers wake up late
or not at all,
my milk is sour
and all the bread is stale.

My smiles are only memories,
I wear a rainy day,
my crown's a thick gray cloud
and my spirit is the cold.

My pain is like the evening light,
beautiful, tragic
and crimson everywhere,
another still-born poem.