Vasco M. Resendes

Rookie - 22 Points (13, april / Santa Maria, Azores)

Our Life And Four Seasons - Poem by Vasco M. Resendes

Birth years and spring days
how it all begins to liven up
we see the light of day
and spring begins to lighten our days

Summer days and younger years
days are longer and we are stronger
summer blooms with the warmth of the sun
we bloom with knowledge and love

The fall and mid age
Fall arrives and try’s to hold on to the warmth
of the summer
we try to hold on, to our youth and knowledge
fall felt the heat of summer
and then start’s to feel, the cold freeze of winter
Mid life seen the joy of youth and hopes
to see the old age of wisdom

Old age and winter
our steps are shorter
and so are the days
winter will end and so will we
to a new beginning and in time
to the holy land
forever and ever amen

Comments about Our Life And Four Seasons by Vasco M. Resendes

  • (1/22/2018 7:39:00 AM)

    I like you and your poetic views (Report) Reply

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  • (11/29/2014 8:16:00 AM)

    Thanks to the poet to beautifully making such a poem on different seasons. It accurately tells the feeling. great write up. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (11/29/2014 1:23:00 AM)

    Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem, Vasco. Congrats for its selection for the day. The treatment of four seasons and their analogy with the stages of life is great. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (11/29/2014 12:55:00 AM)

    we bloom with knowledge and love, good writing, thanks.. (Report) Reply

  • (11/29/2013 6:24:00 AM)

    Winter has killed Autumn
    with frost, the old slaves
    hide the trees, they cough out ice
    and fill the ways with hardness.

    The snow sidelines the fields,
    black clouds hunt against the pale,
    crows shatter like glass.

    Then this is the Winter,
    brittle and heavy with sleep.
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  • (11/29/2013 4:35:00 AM)

    This is an awesome write! (Report) Reply

  • (11/29/2013 3:39:00 AM)

    Four in One

    In spring
    I face the shaving mirror
    In summer
    I sit to eat my lunch
    In autumn
    I cook an evening meal
    In winter
    I lie under the duvet
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 17, 2011

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