The changing of the news

The changing of the news

A Poem by Picture of Poetry
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A poem about the changing of the seasons...

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It is time,

yet again,

for the changing of the news.

The announcement falls over us all,

covering us in a blanket of wonder.

We should all know what the news is;

it is all around us,

and it shows in us too.

The time,

how it fly's by so quickly,

like our favorite holidays.

The reporters are franticaly jottin down facts;

the facts the deaths.

All of the leaves onn the trees,

dead.

The corps are drowning the ground.

And yet,

what we do and don't know.

We make a pile of the bodies,

but what we don't know is that

the bodies need to be left alone.

The more that there on the ground,

spread out that is,

the colourful

this dull world looks.

A couple of months later,

the news changes again.

The sound and temperature of it

blows quickly over the golden

land.

The wind whispers to the children.

It tells them that tomorrow, when they awaken

from their drowsy dreams of life,

the bitter taste of the chilled air

will snap fingers in their blank faces

and that when they walk outside

their spine will be tickled

by snows touch of winter.

The sound of laughter will fill

the frozen air.

Then,

a few more months later,

the news changes yet again.

Flower heads pop out of the ground

to see the suns smiling greeting.

The colour green begins to fill

the empty trees.

Bushes tell the world

that spring has come!

The plants reach out to

be hugged by the warms yellows

rays of truth.

And finally,

mother nature comes out to play.

She glides across the ground

in her ivy green dress.

Her hair is filled with flowers galore.

At the bottom of her dress,

there are many different types

of tree and bush roots.

Then,

she starts her parade.

She slowl fly's over snowy hills

and melts the snow

and replaecs it with rainbows

and plants of every colour.

All of her children begin to sing.

Her plants mach along the roads.

And for another round,

the news changes again.

The hot humid air

sweeps over th colourful land.

Summer has finally come!

This is the suns real time to shine.

It tells the children that they

should be outside running and playing

in the sun because

in a few weeks school

will come and end all of the fun.

OH!

The changing of the news and so we

do and don't know!

 

© 2008 Picture of Poetry


Author's Note

Picture of Poetry
Tell me what you really think, oh, and I am sorry for how long it is, but then again, like they say, when it comes to poetry, as long as it is a great poem, the length is no matter. So just read it and tell me what you REALLY think. Plaease and thank you!

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I LOVED THIS. o= It was so pretty & I loved the symbolism that you used to represent all the seasons. I particularly enjoyed the bit about fall and comparing the fallen leaves to the corpses "drowning the ground". That was *perfection*. I really enjoyed reading this, it was unique & a pleasure to read! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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very beautiful!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was a really nice poem that covered the changing of the seasons so nicely. I liked the line when you said "bodies were drowning the ground" I thought that was a really nice symbolic image. And your right length never matters when its a good poem. :D

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I LOVED THIS. o= It was so pretty & I loved the symbolism that you used to represent all the seasons. I particularly enjoyed the bit about fall and comparing the fallen leaves to the corpses "drowning the ground". That was *perfection*. I really enjoyed reading this, it was unique & a pleasure to read! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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