Achim Wollscheid

Rookie (10/13/93 / Leipzig, Germany)

Achim Wollscheid Poems

81. Programmers 4/11/2010
82. I'Ve Got Friends 12/20/2009
83. Blatancy 6/12/2010
84. A House Is The Building Or Structure In Which One Lives 12/29/2009
85. Are Dreams Escapable? 2/14/2010
86. Every Dying Color Lays In The Street 10/12/2009
87. Sadness 5/7/2011
Best Poem of Achim Wollscheid

Every Dying Color Lays In The Street

Fall is damned!
Every leaf of every tree sheds
as the balding of a man's head.
The pigments are beautiful,
but they're trampled on the ground:
the oranges, yellows, reds and browns!
My eyes find the most horrendous thing;
children plummet into the heaps
that I submissively raked up yesterday.
Each day in Fall I wake from a torpid nature.
It pains my limping limbs;
the eyesore of many gardening tools.
Why can it not be the time of fresh new ways?
When the weather is warm and replenishing
like the admirable season, Spring.
Always, around this ...

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God Of Dawn

Your lit face, wholly fine every way

Dresses rooms to ornate display

We're jumping around like you are the sun

Nursing every languished one

Like the definite arm that cradles us all

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